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In the northern frontier, the sound of drums resounded.

Pei Yuru and General Qin searched for a water source for a day and a night, but to no avail. As soon as they returned to their camp, they heard the news that the Tibetan army was attacking the city.

The Tibetan soldiers were tall and strong, and perhaps knowing that the northern frontier was short of water, their morale was high, and they seemed determined not to give up until they captured the city.

"Master, let me go and meet the enemy!" Song Mo said solemnly, gripping his sword, ready to rush out at any moment.

Pei Yuru looked at him and shook her head: "You guard the rear, I'll go to the front."

Renbao found her an apprentice, and at first she didn't notice anything special about Song Mo. It wasn't until she taught him how to arrange troops that she realized he was indeed talented in warfare.

He can apply what he has learned to other situations, and he is not afraid of hardship or fatigue in his practice. However, he is too young and impulsive, and he still needs more experience.

"But you are Renbao's mother. Anyone can die, but you can't." Song Mo said anxiously, "If something happens to you, Renbao will be very sad."

Upon hearing the name Renbao, Pei Yuru paused for a moment, a pang of bitterness rising in her heart.

Her daughter.

"On the battlefield, I am not anyone's mother, I am a soldier. Even if I die, I will die a worthy death," Pei Yuru said solemnly. She patted Song Mo's shoulder hard, mounted her horse, and led her troops out.

Song Mo looked at her back, his eyes filled with anxiety. He stamped his foot, clasped his hands together, and bowed devoutly to the sky.

The Tibetan general was named Zha Te. When he saw that Pei Yuru was leading the army, he narrowed his eyes and then laughed loudly and mocked her.

"Are all the men of your Great Yong Dynasty dead? Why let a woman lead the army?"

"General Zart, perhaps they knew they were going to lose, so they sent a woman out to negotiate peace."

"She is beautiful; General, you might as well not take her back as a concubine."

The soldiers of Dayong were all enraged upon hearing this.

Pei Yuru's identity was exposed on her third day in the Northern Frontier, but she was prevented from doing so because she was Pei Gufeng's family member.

The soldiers didn't dare to do anything openly, but they were actually very resentful inside.

It wasn't until Pei Yuru revealed her excellent martial arts skills and strength that few in the military camp could compare to her.

Moreover, precisely because she was a woman, she was more meticulous, and in terms of troop deployment, General Qin was no match for her.

The military is a place where strength matters.

Over the course of several months, Pei Yuru established herself in the military camp, and everyone admired her.

Hearing the Tibetan soldiers' mocking remarks, the Dayong soldiers all showed expressions of anger, gripping their weapons tightly.

They hadn't had water for two days and one night. Their lips were chapped and their throats were parched, but they showed no sign of fear.

Pei Yuru drew her bow and shot an arrow, which pierced directly through Zate's shoulder.

The laughter of the Tibetan soldiers abruptly ceased.

"General Zart, didn't your mother tell you that you were her son? Disrespecting women will only lead to the next arrow hitting you in the heart," Pei Yuru said calmly.

Because of the water shortage in northern Xinjiang, they would not be able to withstand repeated attacks from Tibet.

Therefore, Pei Yuru still advocated for peace talks.

Zart stared at Pei Yuru and burst into laughter.

The Tibetan soldiers looked at him, somewhat bewildered.

He's been shot with an arrow and he's still laughing; has he gone mad from all the stimulation?

"Your northern frontier is short of water. Look at these parched faces. You'd be better off surrendering sooner to avoid casualties." Zart, seemingly oblivious to the pain, remained firmly seated on his horse. "How long do you think you can hold out?"

Pei Yuru's expression changed slightly.

He knew it after all.

"Who says we don't have water? Maybe it'll rain soon," Pei Yuru said seriously, her eyes sharpening.

Zart clicked his tongue: "Still being stubborn even when death is imminent. If it's going to rain, I'll retreat over a hundred miles."

The sound had barely faded when a child's voice rang out.

"Then you should keep your word."