Le charme d'une femme puissante se répand à travers le monde

Chapitre 115

By noon, there was still no movement at the gates of Cangzhou, so the group of soldiers had no choice but to return.

"Second Brother, do you think there are some things, some words, that a real man shouldn't do?" I asked casually during the meal.

"What does Qianqian want to say?" He looked up at me, his expression unreadable.

"I want to say, Second Brother, if you want to provoke General Wang into opening the city gates and sending out his troops, leave it to me." I smiled mischievously at him and teased, "I am just a woman, without talent or virtue, and I have no scruples. Second Brother only needs to prepare for the enemy's soldiers to come out of the city."

“Qianqian…” He hesitated, but there was a smile and a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"Second brother, hurry up and eat. Wait for my show this afternoon." I grinned with glee, then shoveled my food into my mouth.

After the meal, I returned to the camp and called Ye Feng, Mu Mo, and the others to my side. Qing Lin had already prepared the long, clean cloth I needed, as well as a bucket of dye.

I held a large brush in my hand, dipped it in red dye, and then had Mu Mo and the other three stand at the four corners of the cloth to hold it down. When I picked up the brush, the heavy brush made me stumble, almost falling back into the dye bucket. I gestured for Ye Feng to help me, and the kid raised an eyebrow and stood beside me as instructed. The rest of the group had already been chased out of the camp by me.

I used a large brush to draw a simple red flower on the upper left of the fabric, with a circle in the middle and five petals around it. Although it was a little crooked, it was still clearly a flower at a glance. I dipped the large brush into the paint bucket again, picked up the brush, and drew a large turtle of the same simple but clear style next to the flower. By the time I finished these, I was already a little dizzy and out of breath. I couldn't help it; when I was drawing, especially the turtle shell, because the large brush was flat, I had to follow the curve and circle it completely.

After a moment's thought, I realized that painting figures was too difficult, so I picked up my brush, dipped it in paint, and wrote one character at a time in three lines: "Marshal Wang, who is sixty years old, how much sorrow can you have? Just like a group of eunuchs going to a brothel!"

The moment I put down the brush was a huge exclamation mark. When I threw the large brush into the paint bucket, I could clearly see that the five men present all had black lines on their faces. Well, I admit I was being unfair, I reflect on my actions, I repent. Once I've sorted this out, I'll reflect on my mistakes.

Once the dye was mostly dry, I instructed Mu Mo to find two long poles and sew them together to form a banner. Then, I had Mu Mo and Mu Wen carry the banner and swagger out of the camp, all the way to the spot where the nearly one hundred soldiers had been chatting and playing dice. In addition, I had a few guards protect them and sent dozens more soldiers to laugh at the banner.

Actually, there was no need to send more soldiers to mock me. Ever since this magnificent banner "appeared," the laughter hadn't stopped. When Qinglin saw the banner, his face darkened, and he sent men to escort me back to his command camp, ordering me not to leave. Yefeng, contrary to his usual behavior, actually obeyed Erlinzi's orders and guarded outside the camp, preventing me from sneaking out. Ah, I've racked my brains for this plan; I really want to be there and see Marshal Wang's reaction and expression.

I sat in Qinglin's command seat, idly slumped over the table, looking at the map. Sigh, what are men most afraid of? The answer is: men are most afraid of being called useless! Especially soldiers, especially the commander of an army, especially in a place surrounded by men, especially when those men are all younger and more vibrant than him. If General Wang can tolerate this, then I will idolize him from now on and write a banner to vindicate him!

Sure enough, it wasn't long before there was some commotion outside the tent. I immediately perked up and ran out, grabbing Ye Feng's sleeve and asking, "How is it? How is it? Did Wang Huajia finally lose his temper?"

"Yes." The young man's expression was slightly strange, but his voice was calm.

"The city gates are open? Xiao Ye, let's go take a look, quick!" I hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, ready to rush outside.

"Master." The boy didn't move an inch. Not only that, he also put his other hand in front of me and said, "The battlefield is ahead."

Battlefield, battlefield! Do you think I'm an idiot, that this isn't a military camp or some kind of hiking tent? So what if he thinks I'm a woman and he thinks I don't know martial arts? Humph. I glared at him, sullenly returned to camp, and continued to slump back onto the table, staring blankly at the map.

Sigh, so General Wang Huajia, the ever-victorious general, finally couldn't take it anymore? I knew it! How could a man of such high moral character, bestowed the title of "Ever-Victorious General" by the emperor, tolerate being mocked for his lack of prowess in bed? Uh, in bed? Suddenly remembering the blush-inducing things that lecherous fox had done, I couldn't help but feel my face burning. Sigh, I seem to be being a little unkind, not just a little, but very unkind!

The drums thundered ahead, and the sounds of battle filled the air. I felt the ground tremble beneath my feet once more, just as it had in Sizhou. I wasn't worried about the battle ahead. Since Qinglin had planned to lure Ye Cang's troops out of the pass, now that Ye Cang's soldiers had emerged from Cangqi Pass, everything that followed was already within his plan. In the Battle of Wangyue, Qinglin's outstanding achievements had already made him famous throughout the six kingdoms; even the old men spoke highly of him. Since this battle was well-prepared, he shouldn't make any major mistakes. I also felt that if the enemy was prepared, a forced siege wouldn't be easy. Luring them out of the city would be our best chance of victory. Moreover, the enemy wouldn't dare send their entire army out; at most, they would send half or a third of their forces to meet us. What Qinglin and his men needed to do wasn't to win, because victory was inevitable; what they needed to do was minimize our casualties and preserve their maximum strength to continue the battle.

"Night Wind, can't I really go over and take a look from a distance? Ye Cang is the strongest among the six kingdoms, and I've heard that Ye Cang's soldiers are brave and skilled in battle, and they have long been famous among the six kingdoms." Although I thought this, I still lifted the tent flap and asked.

"Master, there is no need to worry. General Mu has already set up the formation."

"Huh?" I was confused. When did this happen, and how did Ye Feng know? A thought suddenly struck me, and I said in a strange voice, "Little Ye, did you find out when you went to steal the pipa?"

That's the only explanation. Besides, Ye Feng was with me the whole time. Although I'm usually slow to notice things, I shouldn't have missed something this big. Unless Xiao Ye was nearby when she was ordered to get the pipa and witnessed everything. No wonder everyone seemed unusually busy this morning; they were out arranging things. How frustrating, I didn't even notice.

"The pipa wasn't stolen." The kid didn't answer my question, but said this instead. It seems he's still bothered by what happened with the pipa.

"Okay, okay, I know, it was bought." When I need someone's help, my attitude is always very good. I agree with whatever they say and never argue. "What kind of formation was set up? How was it set up? Can it wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop without breaking a sweat?"

"I don't know," the child replied crisply and decisively.

"Then let's go take a look, Xiao Ye, aren't you curious?" That shouldn't be the case. Men are naturally passionate about war and military affairs, especially since Ye Feng is a martial artist.

“My master doesn’t have any sachets with him.” He said this without even blinking.

Sachet? What sachet? What do you mean I don't have a sachet with me? I was jolted, as if struck by lightning, and suddenly felt a burning sensation on the outside and a raw inside. Damn it, Ye Feng was actually teasing me! You fox, you sent Xiao Ye to deliver a sachet to me in Sizhou, telling me not to laugh or complain. And look, Ye Feng got to laugh at me! Hahahaha.

"Xiao Ye, I am your master now." It seems I need to reiterate our relationship and my identity once again.

"Therefore, protecting one's master is the responsibility of a subordinate."

His words left me speechless. I turned and angrily returned to my camp, then slumped back onto the table, lost in thought. Ah, these are the times of war, and I'm still in the army, yet I'm confined to the edge of the conflict, denied even the right to observe it. I looked at the map for a while, but finally, bored out of my mind, I climbed back into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When I slowly woke up, I found that candles had been lit in the tent and the whole tent was filled with fragrance. I looked towards the tent flap and saw that it was already dark outside.

"Night Wind!" I shouted as I got up. It was already dark, why was it so quiet all around? And Qinglin hadn't returned yet. I wonder how the battle was going at the front?

"Master." Night Wind appeared before me silently, not as if it had come in from outside the tent, but as if it had been inside the tent from the beginning.

"How's it going up there? Where's General Mu?" I jumped out of bed and pulled him aside to ask.

As soon as he finished speaking, the tent flap was lifted, and a person entered—it was Erlinzi.

"Second Brother, how are you? How are you?" I dropped Ye Feng and ran to Er Linzi. He was still wearing his dark red armor, which seemed to still smell of blood, yet he exuded an unexpected aura of heroism, calmness, and fortitude. I turned him around to make sure he was alright before asking.

"Qianqian's plan is very good. Do you know how many Ye Cang soldiers he lured out?" He laughed, reaching out to take off his dark red armor as he spoke.

I quickly snatched the armor from his hands, intending to flatter him by hanging it on the coat rack beside him. But the moment I took it, I nearly fell to the ground under its weight. Good heavens, what kind of armor is this? And what kind of person is this? It must weigh at least twenty pounds. Wearing this, forget about fighting or running away; someone like me would probably just fall to the ground with a "thud" and never get up again.

"I'll do it myself." I guess Erlinzi could see right through me, and since my embarrassing moment was a once-in-a-lifetime sight, he looked at me and laughed heartily.

I quickly let go. Ugh, this kind of rough work really isn't for me. I'll have to remember that next time. After he finished hanging up the armor, I rolled my eyes and asked, "How many of Ye Cang's troops did you dredge up?"

"fifty thousand."

"Fifty thousand? That Wang Huajia really couldn't stand people saying he was useless!" So many? This is completely unexpected! Hahaha, at first he refused to leave the pass, but now, as soon as he did, fifty thousand came rushing out! He's really gone berserk! But we have two hundred thousand troops, and Qinglin had already set up his formation. So I asked excitedly, "How was it? Were they all wiped out?"

"It's a thousand annihilations." I suddenly realized something was wrong and immediately spoke up, adding unnecessary explanations.

The kid had been looking perfectly normal, but upon hearing this, his face darkened, and he threw down the words, "annihilate 40,000 enemies and capture the vanguard alive," before heading straight out.

"Where are you going?" I yelled. Good heavens! I didn't say anything; I was just explaining to avoid misunderstandings. Did this kid have to act like this?

"Interrogate those we captured. You can eat first." As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared behind the tent flap.