Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 73: So You're That Kind of Person, Xin Zhuo

This is a true depiction of warfare in the era of cold weapons! It is far from the awkward and confused portrayal of extras in movies and TV shows.

Although the soldiers on both sides are too far apart to see their faces clearly, each person exudes an aura of being ready to die. When one person possesses such an aura, it becomes terrifying when thousands of people have it together, reaching the heavens.

"Wow, this is so scary!"

In contrast, Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxi, who look like beggars, huddle together wearing tattered clothes, their faces pale.

"Boss."

Murong Xiu, as a young master from the capital, has never experienced such a scene before, and his words are a bit stuttered: "I, we, are we really going to get involved?"

Cui Ying'er clings tightly to Xin Zhuo, her rough right hand inexplicably grabbing Xin Zhuo's arm, and says coldly: "Boss, what are you thinking?"

With a twig in his mouth, Xin Zhuo realizes that he likes to bite on something when he gets nervous, a habit he doesn't know how he acquired. He doesn't immediately explain himself, but instead asks: "Murong, do you think those rebels and Dongyi soldiers can capture Fufeng City?"

If they can, it would be best for him and his people to turn around and run!

"Well..." Murong Xiu ponders for a moment. "The one who sent me the message yesterday was actually my mother. She comes from a military family and has an interest in military affairs. She analyzed the situation for me and asked me to choose between returning to the city or fleeing.

She said that although Dongyi is not launching a full-scale invasion, there are large armies pressing on both the south and north borders, creating a threatening posture.

As a result, the garrisons in the north and south of Bazhou have been completely withdrawn, and there are currently no reinforcements for Fufeng Prefecture.

Dongyi has always coveted Fufeng Prefecture, and their goal should be to help the rebels capture the prefectural city, making it a strategic buffer zone between them and Dazhou!

This idea has been around for more than a day or two. The Dongyi merchants who have been traveling in the city for the past few days were actually their spies!

In other words, Dongyi is determined to capture Fufeng Prefecture!"

Xin Zhuo is a bit confused: "What's the use of being determined? According to reason, Fufeng City is a tall and large fortress with a population of 600,000. They only have one or two thousand people. How can they capture it?"

"I'm not sure about that!" Murong Xiu smiles awkwardly. "My mother said that the city lacks food and supplies, and although it is located on the border, the people are very afraid of death, and their morale is extremely low. Perhaps they can only be mobilized when they are faced with life and death."

Xin Zhuo remains silent for a moment and then smiles: "I think we can do it!"

"Boss, you have to make it clear to me, what are we going to do?" Cui Ying'er's nails almost sink into Xin Zhuo's flesh.

Xin Zhuo looks in the direction of Shuiyue An and Qiugong Ge and smiles: "It's simple! I suddenly feel that the rebels and Dongyi won't be able to capture Fufeng City. Although this kind of national affair has nothing to do with us.

But if our little bandit stronghold wants to survive in the cracks, even if we have a little bit of influence, we must resort to any means necessary..."

"Such as?" Cui Ying'er asks.

Xin Zhuo says: "For example... let me put it this way. If a person has done countless good deeds in their life, once they do something bad, they may be completely denied by others.

On the contrary, if a person has done all sorts of bad things, but suddenly does something good, in the eyes of others, they are not beyond redemption and may even be highly praised.

This is the strange side of human nature!

Although we are bandits, if we add a touch of patriotism to our hearts, then our essence will be different. Maybe we will even be recorded by historians. Do you understand?"

Bai Jianxi looks at him intently, his eyes shining with excitement: "So, what is it?"

"We are still bandits!" Xin Zhuo squints his eyes. "But we are patriotic bandits, bandits with a sense of patriotism. We are righteous bandits who truly live up to the four words 'for justice.' In the future, if the government wants to deal with us, they will also have some guilt in their hearts, right? As long as we don't do anything excessive, we should be fine for a year or two. We won't have to live in fear anymore."

As long as the stronghold is stable, I can steadily make moves, advancing to a higher level!

This kind of operation can't be called cunning, it can only be said to be unexpected. Only those without a past life mindset or those who are naturally like this can truly carry out such fragmented actions.

Cui Ying'er and Murong Xiu ponder for a while, still not fully understanding, but they are already excited: "It seems possible!"

Xin Zhuo immediately opens his waist pouch, takes out a piece of tattered cloth measuring one square meter, cuts his finger, and writes a horizontal line.

Then Cui Ying'er and the others take turns cutting their fingers and continue writing. In no time, the characters "Da Zhou" are formed with blood.

Xin Zhuo takes a deep breath and says, "Remember! Keep a serious expression, look indignant and ready to die. Don't get too close, or you might get shot by arrows from the other side. After we finish acting, we'll run. Do I need to teach you anything else?"

"Understood!"

"Charge!"

...

Outside the city, in front of the Zhou army formation.

Su Xingming, the prefect, is about fifty years old with handsome features and three strands of long beard. At this moment, he is riding a chestnut-colored warhorse, his figure exuding unparalleled majesty, accentuated by his crimson official robe.

But only upon close observation can one notice the deep worry on his face, with his lips peeling.

Riding on a warhorse beside him, bloodstains still fresh on his armor, a broken arrow still lodged in his chest, and a man holding a crescent moon long knife with a missing piece in his right hand, it was none other than the loyal and valiant General Du Rufeng of the Border Army. This general was indeed fierce in battle, but he hadn't rested for three days.

Not far away, the heads of the four major families, Murong Zhe and others, were covered in blood, their faces stern, and they too hadn't slept for several days.

The rebel army of Xiongfeng Mountain was originally the elite of the Border Army, with extraordinary combat power. Our side had originally fought desperately and had a great chance of winning, but unfortunately, the cavalry of the Eastern Barbarian country launched a surprise attack, instantly turning the tide from victory to defeat.

Now our side's momentum has weakened, while the enemy's momentum is soaring.

This is not a good sign!

In the city behind them, there were many ordinary people, but how many of them had the courage and suitability to charge out of the city and fight? Once the city is surrounded and the food supply is cut off, there is only death waiting.

Governor Su, with a heart full of worries, sighed.

Just at this moment, a clear voice came from the city wall behind them: "Father! We will coexist with the city, distinguishing between good and evil. We will not lose. Your daughter is not talented, but I am willing to drum and cheer for the soldiers!"

Governor Su, General Du, the heads of the four major families, and a group of soldiers instinctively turned their heads to see Su Miaojin on the city gate. She was wearing tight armor, her long hair tied up like a man's bun, with a resolute demeanor and decisive tone.

Beside her were Murong Lei, Yuan Yourong, Chen Guiyan, Song Dongxi, Chen Jing, Yuan Mo'er, and others, all with solemn expressions.

"Governor Su has a good daughter!" General Du lightly held the reins of his horse and smiled.

Governor Su also showed a hint of indulgent smile on his face: "Miaojin has been different from ordinary girls since she was young. With a daughter like her, I am pleased!"

"Do you think we will lose?"

Amidst the neighing of warhorses, General Du laughed heartily, his crescent moon knife planted in the ground, blood flowing from the arrow wound on his chest, but he paid no attention to it.

Governor Su fell silent for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Absolutely not!"

"Boom, boom..."

Suddenly, a dull drumbeat sounded from the city gate. Su Miaojin held a drumstick, revealing her fair arms, and struck the drum with force. Although she was just a weak woman, she struck a resounding battlefield drumbeat that was awe-inspiring.

Perhaps this action was childish and had no effect on the outcome of the war, but it truly inspired the soldiers' morale!

Many soldiers' hand joints, gripping their blood-soaked weapons, began to turn pale.

In the midst of this rhythmic drumbeat, seven riders suddenly galloped from a distance.

A blood-red flag with the words "Da Zhou" fluttered in the wind.

The one in the front was riding a white horse, wearing a coarse robe, and holding a golden spear high in his right hand. As he charged forward, his momentum was extremely astonishing:

"Xin Zhuo of the Fulong Mountain comes to assist!"

"Although Xin is a bandit, he is also a citizen of Da Zhou!"

"In our vast Da Zhou, there is no place for redundancy!"

"The ambitions of foreign wolves, don't even think about staining an inch of our Da Zhou's land!"

"Xin is unworthy, having made many mistakes in the past. Today, I have awakened to the truth. With my seven-foot body, I am willing to sacrifice myself for Da Zhou, to wash away my sins, and repay the country for nurturing me for sixteen years!"

"All seven of us from the Fulong Mountain are willing to fight to the death against the enemy, never retreating a step, until the last drop of blood is shed!"

Each sentence was shouted out, each word resounding, enough to echo throughout the entire battlefield.

Perhaps if you looked at it individually, it would seem juvenile and awkward.

But in the face of national righteousness, no one could utter a word of objection!

The enemy army looked over in unison.

Governor Su, General Du, and the heads of the four major families all looked over sharply.

All the soldiers of Da Zhou also looked over.

Even the people on the city tower stared intently.

Su Miaojin continued to beat the drum, but tears unknowingly streamed down her face.

Even Murong Lei and the others, as well as the ordinary practitioners, couldn't help but have tears in their eyes.

Xin Zhuo, you little thief, so this is the kind of person you are!

(End of this chapter)