Please call me Your Majesty!

Chapter 294 I have never seen such a foolish opponent.

Although he found it a bit strange, Bautu quickly hid the note.

His fingers deftly moved through the gaps in his armor, the calluses from years of wielding a knife gently caressing the rough piece of paper.

He then casually tossed the arrow aside; it lay diagonally in the soil, its fletching still trembling slightly, casting a long, thin shadow in the setting sun.

"Sir, are you alright?" a guard asked worriedly.

Another guard angrily cursed, "These damned southern barbarians, all they know is how to launch sneak attacks." He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the direction of the city wall.

"General, why don't you step back a little and stand out of the Southern Barbarians' arrows to give orders? That would be safer."

Bautu's gaze swept over the faces of his personal guards, and he feigned bravery, saying, "I have been entrusted by the commander-in-chief to conquer this fortified city. How can I retreat so easily?"

He raised his voice slightly when he said "General," making sure the soldiers around him could hear him.

"Anyone who dares to advise this general to retreat will be subject to military law."

The guards immediately fell silent. Several veterans exchanged glances and silently took a half-step back. They knew their general was in a bad mood and were afraid of accidentally angering Bautu, who might actually kill them.

After his personal guards had all retreated, Bautu used the act of adjusting his wrist guards to make sure no one was paying attention.

Silently open the note and place it in your palm, pretending to wipe your sweat while reading its contents.

Sweat immediately soaked the paper, making the already blurred handwriting even more difficult to decipher. His brows furrowed involuntarily, forming several deep lines between them.

Perhaps because of the haste, the handwriting looks quite messy, and the ink stains are blurred like a black bloodstain, and it was written in the Great Zhou script.

The edges of the paper were jagged, as if it had been hastily torn from a ledger.

Even though Bawutu knew the writing system of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it took him a great deal of effort to figure out what those two characters were.

His lips moved silently, repeatedly spelling out the two unfamiliar syllables: "Golden juice, what does that mean?"

Bautu was completely bewildered and couldn't understand what the other party meant at all.

It was no easy feat to attach intelligence to an arrowhead at this time and aim it at a commander of ten thousand.

There are many people and many eyes on the city wall. If you are seen by someone, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

He seemed to see a blurry figure flash among the arrow slits, then quickly disappear into the shadows.

Perhaps the reason the other side wrote the intelligence so briefly was precisely because of this consideration.

The writing on the paper was crooked and trembling; it was impossible to make out what the words were without careful observation.

In case something goes wrong, at least there will be a reason to defend oneself.

However, the information was so brief that he had no idea what was going on.

The distant sound of war drums grew increasingly urgent, as if urging him to make a decision as soon as possible.

Bautu knew about this "golden juice." Memories flooded back, and he seemed to smell that nauseating stench again.

The boiling excrement mixed with kerosene churned in the scalding iron pot, bubbling with chilling yellow foam.

They suffered many losses because of this thing in their battles against the Great Zhou.

Every time Bautu thinks of those soldiers who were doused with molten gold, a chill runs down his spine.

Those figures screaming and rolling on the ground, the rapidly festering wounds on their skin, and the lingering stench of decay all became his inescapable nightmares.

Especially not long ago.

When the Northern Di cavalry attacked the city, they carried many felt blankets to protect themselves from the damage caused by the splashing of molten gold.

These felts, soaked in tung oil, while not invincible, were carefully prepared to deal with the molten metal.

After the felt was soaked through with the molten gold, it absorbed the oil as well. The oil-soaked felt became incredibly heavy, and before the soldiers could discard it, the torches on the city wall had already been dropped.

As a result, the area below the city wall turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The soldiers, engulfed in flames, fled in all directions like headless flies, forcing them to retreat hastily.

The reason he had to take on the arduous task of attacking the city was because of that fire.

Unable to guess the intentions of the person who sent the intelligence, Bautu was so anxious that he scratched his head in frustration.

On the Xueyuan Pass city wall, Chu Shizhao, hidden behind the battlements, watched all of Ba Wutu's actions.

The stupidity of this Northern Di general was beyond his imagination. If it weren't for the special circumstances, he would have liked to shoot an arrow through that blockhead.

This guy exaggeratedly hid the note in his palm and pretended to check it, making Chu Shizhao so angry that he rolled his eyes.

His acting was so poor, like a novice actor making his debut. Any spies with even a little experience could see what he was up to.

That was bad enough, but the most crucial thing was that, judging from the guy's bewildered expression, he seemed to have no idea what the information he was passing on meant. Chu Shizhao's temples throbbed. The information he had risked his life to deliver had been treated as a riddle by this fool.

Chu Shizhao was so anxious that he wished he could jump down and rush to Bawutu's front, slap the note in his face, and tell the guy his intentions.

After waiting patiently for a while, seeing that the guy still didn't seem to have figured it out, Chu Shizhao gave up on waiting for him to figure it out on his own. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

If this drags on any longer, the entire plan will fall apart.

To lure Bautu into a trap, they deliberately created many gaps in the city walls. These seemingly careless defensive loopholes were bait bought with blood.

Now, more and more Northern Di cavalrymen are climbing up the city walls through those gaps, their heavy boots making a dull thud on the bluestone slabs.

They were already tall and large, so if their numbers were relatively small, the soldiers of Xueyuan Pass could barely handle them.

However, once the numbers increase, the balance of power in the battle will inevitably shift.

"We can't wait any longer. We need to find a way to give this guy a hint." Chu Shizhao anxiously surveyed the city wall, racking his brains for a solution.

He never imagined that the generals of the Northern Di cavalry would be so clueless as to not even understand such a subtle hint.

A bitter smile appeared on Chu Shizhao's lips. This was probably what they meant by even the wisest person can make a mistake. If he had known this would happen, he should have written more words on the note, even if it meant taking a greater risk. After all, if he had known this guy wouldn't understand, he would have definitely used the system to deduce it first.

It's too late to regret it now; we can only try to find another solution.

Upon seeing the scalding hot molten gold on the city wall, Chu Shizhao quickly came up with an idea.

Chu Shizhao rushed to Huo Qinghuang's side as quickly as possible and told her his plan: "Is it possible?"

Huo Qinghuang casually tossed a Northern Di cavalryman off the city wall, her silver spear tracing a dazzling arc in the setting sun. The burly man didn't even have time to scream before crashing heavily into the rubble below, raising a cloud of dust.

"I will do my utmost to obey your orders, young master." Her voice was as cold as frost, and a glint of cold light flashed in her eyes beneath her mask.

The gap in front of Huo Qinghuang was the very spot where Ba Wutu had ordered the attack, and it was here that the largest number of Northern Di cavalrymen had climbed up.

The bluestone bricks were covered with marks from knives and axes, and dark red bloodstains congealed into eerie patterns between the bricks.

Although the Ice Wolf Riders responsible for guarding the area immediately launched a counterattack with the soldiers of Snow Abyss Pass after realizing something was wrong, in an attempt to contain the enemy.

However, their attacks were ineffective against the increasingly surging morale of the Northern Di cavalry. The Northern Di warriors roared like wild beasts, forming an impenetrable wall as they advanced step by step.

These guys' iron armor was certainly a hindrance during sieges, as the heavy armor greatly slowed them down.

However, once they climbed the city walls, these armors made of fine iron became the strongest barrier.

The spears thrust out by the soldiers of Xueyuan Pass were often deflected by their thick breastplates.

Even the Ice Wolf Riders would have to put in some effort to kill them.

Moreover, as their numbers increased, the area of ​​the city walls they controlled also expanded.

The newly arrived Northern Di soldiers quickly formed battle formations, spreading like a plague across the city walls.

They would even use corpses to block the attacks of the soldiers at Xueyuan Pass.

Three siege ladders were hung on the city wall in succession, greatly accelerating their replenishment of troops. Each ladder was filled with fearless warriors, who used both hands and feet to climb upwards, their scimitars clenched in their teeth.

The rolling stones thrown by the defenders could only temporarily slow down their offensive, but could not completely stop it.

If it weren't for the Ice Wolf Cavalry's strength, which tied down the vast majority of the Northern Di Iron Cavalry...

The Northern Di people had to devote most of their energy to dealing with these elusive elite troops in order to prevent their offensive from spiraling out of control.

Otherwise, relying solely on the garrison commanders of Xueyuan Pass, they probably wouldn't be able to defend against it.

Just then, Huo Qinghuang arrived. Her silver armor gleamed with a blood-red light in the sunlight, and her cloak fluttered in the wind like an unyielding flag.

This silver-armored female general was like a female killing god on the battlefield; wherever she passed, her spear danced like a silver snake.

The spear tip pierced the air with a sharp whistle, each flash precisely targeting the weakest point in the enemy's armor. Her movements were fluid and graceful, as if she were not killing, but performing an elegant dance.

As they passed each other, the Northern Di cavalry seemed to be frozen in place, their movements completely still.

Their expressions froze in astonishment, their pupils still reflecting the silver afterimage.

Only after Huo Qinghuang's figure had already swept past several feet did they collapse helplessly to the ground. The heavy armor struck the city bricks with a dull thud, and blood gushed from the wounds on their necks, quickly forming a small pool on the ground.

Looking at the corpses now, one would discover a bloody hole in their throats. The wounds were so clean, as if meticulously measured, perfectly avoiding the hard neck guards and precisely piercing the trachea and artery. The splattered blood followed remarkably consistent patterns, demonstrating the gunman's astonishing control.

Several Northern Di warriors died without understanding why their prized iron armor was as fragile as paper in front of this woman.

Although there were many Northern Di cavalrymen climbing up the city walls, Huo Qinghuang could easily cooperate with the defending troops to annihilate all the enemy forces if she wanted to.

Those fierce Northern Di warriors were like lambs to the slaughter in front of her.

But now, she needs to cooperate with Chu Shizhao's plan.

Huo Qinghuang glanced at Chu Shizhao's location out of the corner of her eye.

He loosened his grip on the gun slightly, deliberately dimming the cold glint of the gun tip.

Therefore, Huo Qinghuang's majestic and awe-inspiring demeanor, resembling a female war goddess, lasted for less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

The bloodstains on her silver armor had not yet dried, but her breathing beneath the mask had already begun to become deliberately rapid, and her shoulders rose and fell slightly in response.

Afterwards, seemingly exhausted, he began to be "forced" to fight and retreat.

Her steps may seem unsteady, but they are actually carefully calculated.

Huo Qinghuang not only retreated herself, but also led the Ice Wolf Cavalry and the soldiers of Xueyuan Pass together. She deliberately made a labored groan when she blocked with the barrel of her spear, making the surrounding soldiers feel the pressure.

The Ice Wolf Riders also slowed their offensive, and their battle formation began to show signs of weakening.

Under her deliberate guidance, the battlefield quickly approached the city wall, where a large cauldron was being used to boil molten gold. A blazing fire burned beneath the enormous iron cauldron, and disgusting bubbles constantly rose from the surface of the boiling liquid. The pungent stench caused the approaching Northern Di soldiers to involuntarily wrinkle their noses.

Despite leading her men in a desperate resistance, Huo Qinghuang continued to retreat, her breathing growing heavier. She even deliberately allowed a Northern Di soldier's scimitar to graz her arm armor, leaving a noticeable scratch. Zhou
Upon seeing this, the morale of the surrounding defenders noticeably dropped.

Soon, the large cauldron used to boil the molten gold was exposed to the Northern Di cavalry. Several Northern Di warriors' eyes lit up; they recognized it as a powerful defensive weapon and immediately charged forward, howling, wanting to seize this trophy.

Upon seeing this, Huo Qinghuang shouted anxiously, "We can't let the molten gold fall into the enemy's hands! Pour it down quickly!"

Her voice carried just the right amount of panic, and even the hand holding the gun trembled nervously.

Several bewildered ice wolf riders were still somewhat unaware of what was happening. They looked at their general's unusual behavior with suspicion, and their movements slowed down involuntarily.

The defenders of Xueyuan Pass reacted quickly, and under Huo Qinghuang's cover, they immediately poured the large pot of freshly boiled broth down the city wall.

The scalding liquid traced a golden arc in the air, shimmering with an eerie light, like the venom spat out by a wicked dragon.

The sudden influx of molten gold actually injured quite a few people. The scalding liquid sizzled as it was poured onto the armor, scalding the flesh through the gaps in the armor.

Several unlucky people were drenched directly on the head and immediately let out inhuman screams.

Beneath the city walls, the Northern Di soldiers, drenched in the golden liquid, frantically tore at their armor, as if this would relieve the searing pain. Some rolled on the ground, only to have their wounds covered in dust, exacerbating their agony.

(End of this chapter)