Долина Дикого Человека на Зеленой Горе

Глава 10

Unable to stop the tears from welling up in her eyes.

The drops fell, plop, onto the bluestone slab.

"Yunmei, what's wrong?"

Shen Yu reached out and gently patted Fei Long's shoulder.

Feilong shook off his arm, stood up and leaped onto the horse's back. He could only hear the whistling wind in his ears, and tears flew away with the wind as the horse galloped wildly.

Shen Yu sighed inwardly. Only the marshal and he knew General Feilong's true identity. This willful and stubborn girl fought alongside the men on the battlefield, enduring hardships and sleeping in the open. Perhaps only he could truly understand the difficulties and hardships she had faced.

"Feihu, follow Feilong and make sure nothing happens to him," Shen Yu said to Feihu, who was riding up on horseback.

"What's wrong?" Flying Leopard asked blankly. "Was it that female slave who caused this?"

Shen Yu remained silent. The reason he was here was to complete a mission, a mission he was unwilling to complete but had to.

"That bitch, she's made us men unhappy the moment she arrived. I'll go teach her a lesson."

Before Shen Yu could respond, Fei Bao had already ridden his horse downstream.

"Are you done washing?!"

The thunderous roar of the flying leopard startled the female slave. She slowly raised her head and gave the flying leopard a charming smile.

That laugh made Fei Bao's heart tremble slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Feibao's voice had already lowered.

"Go back after you're done washing up, and don't upset your master!"

The female slave slowly stood up, carrying the clothes, and walked gracefully towards the camp.

“That vixen…” Flying Leopard muttered involuntarily as he watched her retreating figure.

The female slaves, dressed in crimson robes, drifted through the military camp like clouds, a beautiful sight to behold.

The horse's hooves gradually slowed, and Yi Yun's tears had dried. War, damned war!

She gazed in the direction of Western Xia, her eyes blazing with resentment.

Weiming Yuanhao, I will surely use your blood to pay tribute to the souls of the fallen soldiers and to the heroes who died young!

Weiming Yuanhao, the king of the Western Xia Kingdom, constantly created wars on the border in order to satisfy his ambition to dominate the country.

The real Flying Dragon General was ambushed by Weiming Yuanhao in a battle a year ago, and his entire army was wiped out.

Now, she, Sima Yiyun, has returned to Western Xia under the guise of her deceased fiancé.

Marshal Sima was her father, and because of her pleading, he did not report the news of General Feilong's death to the court.

Therefore, Yi Yun inherited Fei Long's military rank as Fei Long's younger brother and came to the battlefield.

She proved her ability with her achievements and won the support of her soldiers.

"What's wrong, brother?" Flying Tiger, who had rushed over on his steed, asked with concern, staring into her eyes.

"nothing."

"Are you thinking about your older brother again?"

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Revenge, only revenge.

That princess of the Western Xia Kingdom, that sister of the Demon King—I won't let either of them go.

[Ancient Era: 015 Female Slave (2)]

five,

Yi Yun rushed back to the camp with a murderous aura. Not far from the tent, she leaped off her horse like a hawk hunting its prey.

With a clang, the sword was drawn.

The leopard, which was pacing back and forth, involuntarily reached out and blocked the front of the tent.

She thought that the female slave, the princess of the Western Xia Kingdom, must be inside.

But she didn't understand why the Flying Leopard was protecting her.

She knew Fei Bao's character. Because of last year's battle, because of so many brothers who died, Fei Bao actually tore off the ears of more than thirty captured enemies and ate them as snacks. She had heard her brothers describe that bloody scene many times.

It was on that occasion that the Marshal issued a ban on alcohol.

However, this time, Flying Leopard actually stopped her from killing a mere slave, was it because of the woman's beauty?!

"Get out of the way!"

Hatred made her voice hoarse, but the authority and murderous intent within it made Flying Leopard stagger.

The Flying Leopard reluctantly stepped aside.

The female slave was quietly tidying up her bed.

"Get out of my way! Don't touch my things!"

She looked up in bewilderment, and faced with Yi Yun's murderous aura, a slight smile appeared on her lips.

The gleaming sword lingered in his hand for a moment.

The female slave lowered her head, as if she hadn't heard or seen anything, and continued with her work.

Die! Her indifference reignited Yi Yun's murderous intent.

A flash of cold light, and the thrusting sword tip went astray.

Blood splattered from her arm.

A pebble saved her life.

Shen Yu had already appeared in the tent. Without hesitation, Shen Yu tore off his light blue shirt and hurriedly bandaged her wound.

Her face was slightly pale from the pain.

"Thank you," she said softly, her first words since arriving at the Song camp. Yi Yun wandered aimlessly to the riverbank; the river flowed gently eastward, its current still steady.

Unable to vent his inner turmoil, he nearly went mad and swung his sword at the flowing water.

Water splashed everywhere, and occasionally pieces of fish floated to the surface.

The blood of the female slave, the blood of the fish, stained her eyes red. Her father watched her from afar, his face somber and dark.

"Marshal..." Flying Tiger hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

The father waved his hand.

The wind stopped, and all around was silent, but behind this silence, a hidden murderous intent was brewing.

War, like a whip, relentlessly lashed at people, turning them into a sea of blood, without end. In her father's command tent, oil lamps burned all night; a great battle was imminent, a battle that would determine the lives of hundreds of thousands, the safety of the Song Dynasty's territory. Yi Yun regained her composure, coldly watching the female slave coming and going.

I don't know where she has so much work to do; perhaps it's not just for her alone.

Shen Yu would go to Yi Yun's tent to change the bandages on the female slave's sword wound.

This was perhaps the woman's happiest moment; she could even hear her own clear laughter.

Shen Yu would call the female slave Yuan'er, and he would play the xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument) just for her. The sound of the xun would often echo above the camp that Yi Yun patrolled.

In the past, this xun was mostly played for Yiyun. Yiyun cut a wild bamboo branch and made a simple flute. When the xun sounded, she would play the flute with all her might.

The flute's clear and stirring melody soared straight into the sky.

The brothers patrolling the camp looked on with admiration and occasionally gave them enthusiastic applause.

This brought her a small measure of comfort. VI.

Banners obscured the autumn sky, dust swirled on the drill ground outside the gate, cavalrymen stood in neat formation, swords gleamed, spears crisscrossed, the sound of bows being drawn was like thunder, and arrows flew like rain onto the targets.

The shouts and cries shook the vast borderlands, and the bleak north wind whipped up clouds of dust.

Yi Yun held up the flag and shouted amidst the dust and sand, her voice gradually becoming hoarse.

Sweat mixed with dirt covered everyone's faces.

Flying Leopard grinned widely, standing on a high point in the training ground, raising his arms and shouting.

"Invincible in battle, unconquerable in attack!"

The war drums thundered, and morale soared!

Wei Ming Nan Yuan looked out from inside the tent, a hint of disdain gradually appearing on her lips. "Infantry on horseback!" she said mockingly to Shen Yu.

Shen Yu lowered his eyelids; no one understood the current state of the Tang camp better than him. Beset by external and internal troubles, the court was overwhelmed; the Tang Dynasty was no longer the Tang Dynasty of the past. Supplies and horses were all gathered along the way; anything with legs and eyes, good or bad, was conscripted. Now, what was on display was the elite of the Tang camp. Yet, Nan Yuan said, "Infantry on horseback?"

Shen Yu slowly walked out of the tent, looking at the somewhat haggard Yi Yun, and a pang of pain gradually rose in his heart. Yi Yun's face was covered in dust, her bright eyes were filled with anxiety, and her slightly upturned lips were chapped and bloodshot. Her throat burned from shouting too much, and Yi Yun handed the command flag to Fei Hu.

Arriving at the edge of the field, he jumped off his horse, raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and found it was a patch of yellow mud.

"Yunmei, don't overwork yourself."

Shen Yu handed a cup of hot tea to Yi Yun.

Yi Yun silently took it and drank it all in one gulp.

"Yunmei..." Shen Yu seemed to have something difficult to say. Her eyes revealed pain and sorrow, as if she were going through some kind of torment.

Yi Yun turned her head and glanced at him indifferently, then at the xun hanging at his waist. "Go and keep your beauty company, there's no need for you here!" Yi Yun smiled at him, then turned and strode away.

“I have something to say to you…” Shen Yu followed closely behind, her face pleading.

Yi Yun didn't know this was Shen Yu's final farewell to her, nor did she know the torment that the hero's traitor was enduring. She had left him, left him forever.

Shen Yu, a mysterious figure in the military camp, escaped from the Song camp that night with the princess of the Western Xia Kingdom. He even left her a letter, a letter without a single word.

Yi Yun sneered and tore the white paper to shreds in front of her father. She ignored the tear stains on it—tears of heartbreak, tears of repentance? "Yun'er, don't let this affect your mood," her father said with concern.

"Hmm, it's alright. Should we send someone to chase after them?"

"This?" Father stroked his beard and pondered for a moment. "Alright, send a small team, but make a show of it. Chase them for twenty miles and then return. Do not venture deep into Xia territory."

"yes!"

Yi Yun didn't dare send anyone else, fearing that the hateful gazes would drive the two escapees to their deaths.

The guards pursued along the riverbank. A soldier said that someone had just fled from there into Western Xia territory. Two shadows were already visible. His men spurred their horses forward, drawing their bows.

"Pursue but don't kill!" Yi Yun growled softly.