"Princess, it's cold." Jiufeng stepped forward and put the cloak on Atua.
After the dance, Atua knelt in the snow and prayed with a soft ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven. "Pray to God, may this winter end soon, bless the people of Fengtian, bless there will be no more wars, bless... Mu Huaicheng will no longer
Injuried."
Jiufeng stood quietly beside Atua, praying with her in the snow for the end of the war.
Mu Huaicheng stood in the distance, watching quietly, with snowflakes falling in his hair, and his lowered eyes as if tens of thousands of years had passed.
"General..." his subordinate called softly.
Mu Huaicheng did not disturb Atua and turned to leave.
…
Barbarian tribe.
Brother Shu Zheyu was poisoned, and there was no cure for the poison. The heat in his body made his temper even more erratic.
"Get out, get out of here!"
"Get out!"
After driving out all the people delivering food, Brother Shu Zheyu's breathing was hot and his chest was rising and falling violently. "No women are allowed to come even half a step closer to the tent!"
After gritting his teeth and saying something, Brother Shu Zheyu's eyes became even more gloomy.
This damn southern Xinjiang woman!
The barbarians all know that women from southern Xinjiang are not to be messed with. Women from southern Xinjiang are poisonous, and women from the western region are goblins who seek life. This is a common knowledge.
After grinding his molars, Brother Shu Zheyu kicked the table over.
"Tatar! The Fengtian Army blew the horn and seems to be attacking!"
"Tatar! Soldiers and horses from Fengtian are coming out of the city!"
Brother Shu Zheyu's face became darker and darker. While he was poisoned, these people wanted to take advantage of him? "Gather the troops!"
Just go out and have a fight to relieve the heat in your body.
And that woman from southern Xinjiang, it's best not to fall into his hands.
"Order your troops and fight!"
The barbarians gathered their forces, and 30,000 men accompanied Shu Zheyu to fight.
The cavalry left the snowfield, and two figures flashed into the tribal camp.
"General, the barbarian tribes are in disarray, where do they come from?" Qi Shaocheng asked in a low voice.
"The most closely guarded place." Mu Jingyan hid behind the tent and observed the surroundings with cold eyes.
"Tarta has sent out troops. I heard that the Fengtian people have transported food and grass again. This time the war begins and we need to seize more supplies to survive the winter."
"Then Fengtian people still don't eat? What a waste."
"If Tartar won't let him die, we have to let him live, otherwise we will be the ones who die."
Several of the food delivery people were whispering.
Mu Jingyan looked in the direction where the people were coming and made a gesture to Qi Shaocheng.
…
Underground prison.
Murong Ling took advantage of her brother Shu Zheyu's break to sneak into the dungeon.
The smell of blood hit his nose, and Murong Ling approached nervously. "Senior, Brother Shu Zheyu has sent troops. The defense in the military camp is weak now. I will take you away."
Her fingers were trembling, but Murong Ling was still scared.
But she has lost her dignity, so what's the point of living?
Mu Di, who was covered in blood, obviously didn't trust Murong Ling and looked at him with a frown.
"Don't be afraid, I won't harm you." Murong Ling comforted her softly.
But Mu Di didn't allow Murong Ling to get close to him.
Murong Ling lost her balance and fell to the ground, her eyes turning red.
Sitting on the dirty ground, Murong Ling said nothing.
She used to... what she couldn't stand the most was dirt. She couldn't see anything unclean coming near her, and she didn't allow any stains on her underwear.
But now, she is the dirtiest one.
"Senior, how many years have you been imprisoned here?" Murong Ling's voice was hoarse, but tears rolled out of her eyes.
"More than ten years..." The air in the dungeon condensed for a long time before Moody actually spoke.
It has been more than ten years since he was captured and he has not spoken a word for more than ten years.
He has almost forgotten how to speak.
Murong Ling looked at Mu Di in astonishment, her eyes filled with shock. "Have you never thought about death and relief?"
How do you survive after being locked up in a dark place for more than ten years?
When Jing Li locked her in a secret room, she felt like she was going crazy.
How did he survive all these years alone?
"You can't die now..." Mu Di said in a deep voice.
He still has value.
He will still live.
"I just want to live, why is it so difficult?" Murong Ling curled up her legs and hugged herself. "I just want to live, why does everyone say I'm wrong?"
Mu Di did not answer Murong Ling's words, but the ankle trapped by the iron chain moved.
Taking a step forward, Mu Di looked at Murong Ling without saying anything.
Murong Ling looked at Mu Di nervously and stood up happily. "Senior, do you believe me?"
Moody still didn't speak.
Murong Ling took out a file from her cuffs and tried hard to help Mu Di cut off the shackles, but the iron chain was too strong.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Murong Ling cried anxiously.
Mu Di reached for the file in Murong Ling's hand and cut the shackles one by one, seemingly not even noticing that his ankle was bleeding.
At that moment, Murong Ling felt that Mu Di was like a walking zombie, numb and dull in his eyes.
After more than ten years of living in hell, he no longer trusts anyone, but he is willing to trust this crying little girl in front of him for once.
If he hadn't been so lucky, he would have died in the Battle of Huaihe River long ago.
The iron chain was rubbed and sparks were produced, but even after a long time of effort, it could not be cut.
Moody picked up the stones on the ground and smashed them on the chain until it broke.
Murong Ling hid at the door of the dungeon, looking at the people patrolling outside, and waved to Mu Di. "Senior, come here quickly."
Mu Di walked behind Murong Ling, holding the file in his hand.
"Who is over there!" As soon as he escaped from the dungeon, someone discovered Murong Ling.
Murong Ling hid Mu Di in the haystack in panic, turned around and looked at the people behind her tremblingly. "King Yisheng..."
"Where have you gone? Covered in dirty mud?" Geshu Danka narrowed his eyes with suspicion in his eyes.
"Slave... slave was punished by Tarda to feed the horse, and was kicked by the horse..." Murong Ling nervously made up a lie.
"Really?" Geshu Danka took a step forward and sneered. "Three female slaves escaped last night and one died..."
Murong Ling's face turned pale instantly and her legs became weak. She was afraid.
She asked the slave girl to deliver the message for her. If they were caught...
"Don't you want to run away too?"
Murong Ling suddenly knelt on the ground. "Slave, I don't dare!"
Geshu Danka sneered, "Don't you dare?"
His eyes fell on the haystack behind Murong Ling. Geshu Danka's eyes froze. "What's hidden in this haystack?"
Murong Ling's breathing trembled, and she knelt on the ground and trembled all over.
In the haystack, Moody's hand holding the file slowly tightened.
If they are discovered, they will die together.
"Master..." Murong Ling's voice was hoarse, and she gently pulled Geshu Danka's arm with trembling fingers. She took a deep breath to calm herself down. "I want to escape... I don't want to follow Tarda anymore. He is a lunatic."
, this slave wants to follow you..."
Ge Shudanka raised his lips and raised his hand to pinch Murong Ling's chin. "Then let's see what you can give me..."
"Whatever you want, I will give it to you." Murong Ling slowly put her hands on her waist and untied her clothes tremblingly.
The cold wind was very cold, but Murong Ling was very numb.
She has long been filthy, and she knows that Geshu Danka is a bastard. This method can temporarily save Moody, but she must not let him get close to the haystack.