Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

Gu Jinghuai followed the Northern Hu army, heading towards Fengcheng with the main force.

He rode a thin horse and landed beside the rear guard, his shoulders hunched against the cold wind.

The surrounding area was filled with jubilant Northern Hu soldiers.

Some people said they wanted to seize a certain amount of grain, others said they wanted to take a certain amount of meat, and some were already shouting that they wanted to go back and share the sheep.

He remained silent the entire way.

Gu Jinghuai knows Xiao Fang too well.

That person has never been one to follow the rules.

National mourning?

The etiquette and rules of Daliang can suppress others, but they cannot suppress Xiao Fang.

Moreover, Yun Shuyao is someone who has started over.

How could she not know when the old emperor would die?

She knew this, yet she still came to the border with Xiao Fang.

That means there's only one thing.

They were determined to fight to the bitter end this time.

The Northern Hu people thought that by seizing two small towns, they could test Xiao Fang's attitude.

But in Gu Jinghuai's view, it was just bait deliberately laid out by Xiao Fang.

The less he pursued, the more the Northern Hu people would rush towards Fengcheng.

Fengcheng.

That was truly the burial ground that Xiao Fang left for them.

But he didn't try to persuade him.

He didn't say anything.

He was tired of this life of hiding and living under someone else's roof, where even a bowl of charcoal had to be prepared for someone else's whim.

He lived like a stray dog.

Sometimes they're not even as good as dogs.

This time, he wanted to go back.

Return to Daliang.

Return to the capital.

Even as a prisoner.

Only by being captured by Xiao Fang and escorted back could he see Yun Shuyao again.

This is the only thing he can still hope for now.

The Northern Hu soldiers rode past him, kicking up a flurry of snowflakes.

Gu Jinghuai raised his eyes and looked towards Fengcheng.

He is not afraid of death.

He feared he would never see her again before he died.

When the Northern Hu army arrived outside Fengcheng, it was midnight.

The moonlight was thin, making the moat look like a dark, shiny ribbon.

The city walls were quiet, and there were hardly any patrolling soldiers in sight.

The Beihu forwards reached the moat with almost no effort.

Someone used a flaming arrow to shoot at the ropes of the suspension bridge.

The rocket, accompanied by a whooshing sound, plunged into the thick hemp rope and burst into flames with a "poof".

Not long after, the suspension bridge crashed down with a loud bang.

Several skilled Northern Hu soldiers threw out iron hooks and chains, which they used to hook onto the city wall and climb up.

They scaled the city wall, crept quietly behind the city gate, and slowly lifted the bolt.

The door creaked open.

The Northern Hu army had been waiting for a long time.

The front team rushed in, and the rear team followed with whips cracking.

Fifteen thousand people, it took them almost half an hour just to enter the city.

Gu Jinghuai always lagged behind.

He didn't squeeze in with the Northern Hu soldiers who were rushing ahead.

As soon as he entered the city, he looked around and finally huddled against a wall behind a broken water cart that had been abandoned by someone.

He knew that those who went in first were most likely to die first.

He has to live.

He still wanted to see Yun Shuyao.

The Northern Hu soldiers entered the city, initially feeling somewhat apprehensive.

They seized the small town the first time, and the medium town the second time.

This time it's a real big city.

They, on the contrary, felt somewhat constrained.

But once they started fighting, they gradually became bolder.

"This is a grain store! Move it now!"

"There's an oil mill in the back alley! Let's go in a few times!"

"Don't kill anyone! Remember! Only take the grain, don't kill!"

"Hey! Where are the garrison?"

"How come there isn't a single Liang soldier in such a big city?"

"Who cares! It's perfect that no one's around! Let's grab it!"

They became more and more enthusiastic as they fought for it.

Some people had already started tying grain sacks to the horses, while others were carrying baskets of cured meat out of the shop.

Just then, a young general suddenly turned pale.

"Fourth Prince, that's not right. Fengcheng is such a big city, there must be at least tens of thousands of garrison troops."

We've already penetrated halfway into the city, how come there's not a single person coming out to stop us?

The fourth prince frowned and looked around nervously.

An older general standing nearby seemed unconcerned.

"Would they dare to make a move?"

What crime is it to use force during a period of national mourning?

Besides, even if they came out, could they defeat our 150,000 troops?

"It's right that you don't come out."

Let's not cause trouble, just grab it and leave.

"If we don't kill anyone and don't force Xiao Fang, we can definitely escape unscathed."

"Yes! Don't scare yourself!"

The fourth prince's order was all bark and no bite.

Several generals responded and continued directing the looting of grain.

The Northern Hu soldiers also became increasingly unrestrained.

Soldiers smashed up the liquor stores and started pouring wine from jars.

Some soldiers were biting into the jerky they had stolen and laughing heartily.

"We're back now, we can have a good winter!"

"I'm taking all half a truckload of meat back with me!"

"Now there's hope for the future!"

Before the laughter had even stopped, a very heavy thud suddenly came from the direction of the city gate.

"Bang--!"

The Northern Hu soldiers were taken aback.

Some people were still in shock.

Then, another "bang" sounded.

The two heavy city gates were completely closed.

On the city wall, torches suddenly lit up.

layer.

Two layers.

Countless flames appeared to have been lit from the top of the wall, stretching along the entire city wall.

Before the Northern Hu soldiers could react, they heard an order from the city wall.

"Release the arrows!"

The sound of crossbows and arrows rained down like a storm.

Arrows rained down from the sky, like a dark swarm of locusts descending from mid-air.

"There's an ambush!"

"Retreat immediately!"

"The city gates! The city gates are closed!"

The Northern Hu people were in complete chaos.

The horses were startled and jumped around wildly, colliding with each other.

Some soldiers were knocked off their horses by their own men in the chaos of battle and trampled into a bloody pulp.

Someone had just raised his knife to swing when he was instantly pierced by more than a dozen arrows at the same time.

Large numbers of Northern Hu soldiers fell.

Screams, neighing horses, and the sound of arrows piercing the air mingled together.

Gu Jinghuai huddled behind the broken water cart against the wall, watching coldly.

Several Northern Hu soldiers ran past him, but were shot through the neck by arrows and fell at his feet.

He didn't even blink.

Flames were shooting into the sky outside.

Everywhere there were howls and wailing.

Only he remained in the shadows, watching like a spectator.

He knew this would happen.

But he didn't run away, nor did he move.

He just waited.

Xiao Fang's men dragged him out of the pool of blood.

The Northern Hu army wandered aimlessly through the long street like headless flies.

"Don't panic! Everyone, don't panic!"

The fourth prince drew his sword, his voice urgent and sharp.

"The rear guard becomes the front guard! Charge towards the city gate! We must open the gate!"

"Charge out! Only by charging out can we survive!"

The Northern Hu soldiers, as if they had grasped their backbone, desperately surged towards the city gate.

But the closer they got to the city gate, the denser the rain of arrows became.

The archers on the city wall were divided into three rows, taking turns firing.

The first volley had just finished firing when the second volley was already off the bowstring.

The third row followed immediately.

The arrows pierced down from mid-air at an angle, like an endless black rain.

One by one, the Northern Hu soldiers who charged forward fell off their horses.

The horse was hit in the front leg by an arrow and fell to its knees with a thud, throwing the rider off.

Before some people could even get up, they were trampled underfoot by their own people who surged up from behind.

Someone brandished a scimitar and ran only a few steps before being pierced by several long arrows simultaneously.

"No! We can't get through!"

"The arrows are too dense! They can't get close to the city gate at all!"

"Retreat! Retreat into the alley!"

"There are more behind! There are more Liang soldiers behind!"

"We're surrounded!"

Screams and cries for help mingled together.

Just when the Northern Hu army was in the most chaos, a large number of torches suddenly lit up at the street intersection ahead.

The firelight spread from the end of the long street.

It looked like the whole street was on fire.

The northern barbarian soldiers looked up.

Xiao Fang rode his black horse and slowly emerged from the firelight.

Behind him, Lu Zhao, Ming Rui, and Deputy General Liu stood in a row.

Further behind, there was a dark mass of the Zhenbei Army.

Swords and spears were like a forest, and armor gleamed like snow.

The formation pressed forward step by step, and with each step, the sounds of armor plates, footsteps, and clashing swords and spears grew louder.

It was as if an iron wall was being pushed towards the northern barbarians.

The Northern Hu soldiers even forgot to retreat.

The fourth prince's hand holding the knife was trembling.

"Block them...block them all!"

But nobody moved at all.

Nobody listened to him anymore.

Xiao Fang walked all the way to the front of the formation before reining in his horse.

He looked down at the Northern Hu soldiers, his voice not loud, but clear.

"You like to steal, don't you?"

"Coincidentally, I also like it."