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Zheng Ye'er woke up in the middle of the night because she was thirsty.

Late at night, around three or four in the morning, the entire government office was in an uproar as Zheng Ye'er grabbed Li Hua and beat him.

Zhou Tiancheng once again sided with Li Hua.

"Stop joking around. Tomorrow's a holiday, and I expect quite a few guests will be coming."

Zheng Ye'er then let Li Hua go.

Although she did not send Li Hua back to her own courtyard, she stubbornly chose to sleep between Li Hua and Zhou Tiancheng, not allowing Li Hua to have any contact with Zhou Tiancheng again.

It continued until the morning of the next day.

When Zhou Tiancheng woke up, what he saw was these two mortal enemies sleeping together in each other's arms.

As for him, the only man, he was almost kicked off the bed.

He shook his head and walked out of the house. After washing up for a while, around noon, people began to enter the government office one after another.

Fang Datong, along with generals of various ranks, all brought gifts.

Besides them, Lin Tong also came.

In the main hall, Lin Tong gave Zhou Tiancheng some news.

"It should be today."

"The decisive battle between the barbarians and the Northern Xia should be about to begin."

Zhou Tiancheng's expression became much more serious.

How many barbarians are there?

Lin Tong leaned closer and spoke in a low voice.

"There are more than 300,000 cannon fodder from Northern Xia, and 120,000 barbarians."

"I've heard that if the cannon fodder of Northern Xia performs well, they can not only choose women to have children with in the barbarian tribes, but also gain a certain status and position. Many people from Northern Xia have already joined the ranks of the barbarians."

"They all come from the far north. Once they're influenced and get into the atmosphere of the barbarian army, they're basically no different from the barbarians."

120,000!

Zhou Tiancheng gasped in shock.

If it's so difficult to fight even a few hundred or a few thousand barbarians, wouldn't this hundred thousand barbarians be at their maximum fighting strength?

Even on this holiday, Zhou Tiancheng felt a bit troubled.

……

Outside the Northern Xia Imperial Court.

now.

The place was littered with corpses and blood flowed everywhere.

But the shouts of killing still did not end.

The eldest brother's hoarse voice rang out.

"Eighth Brother! Eighth Brother, where are you?"

The second brother, who was not far away, slowly stood up.

"Big brother, Eighth Brother is dead."

Four of the ten ghosts of Fengcheng are dead!

The eighth one is the fourth!

The eldest brother did not show any sadness. He was silent for a moment, then quickly raised his head and looked ahead.

"How many barbarians are left?"

The second brother was somewhat dazed, standing there, seemingly unsteady on his feet. He looked up at the dark mass of people in the distance and slowly uttered a number.

"About fifty thousand."

The 120,000 barbarians were stopped by the National Protection Army!

The casualties were devastating.

Of the original 50,000 people, less than 3,000 remain.

But the barbarians still have 50,000 left!

The second son hadn't experienced this kind of despair in a long time.

He turned to look at the eldest brother.

"We all said before that we would die on the battlefield, wrapped in horsehide, to repay the Duke's kindness, and now we have done just that."

The eldest brother didn't say anything.

His eyes looked somewhat lost.

Why are there still so many of these barbarians? Is there any army in the world that the National Protection Army cannot defeat?

But he knew it in his heart.

The National Protection Army has already given it its all.

In fact, at the beginning, after the National Protection Army killed a group of barbarians, the barbarians rushed up to them and started hand-to-hand combat. At that moment, the National Protection Army was no match for them.

But the turning point came after several thousand people had died.

When the soldiers of the National Protection Army saw those familiar and kind faces falling one by one in front of them, their minds instantly entered a different state.

That's a state of disregarding life and death!

They became almost identical to the barbarians.

They would trade injury for injury, even death for injury, and even if they died, they would still bite you to save your leg. This is the attitude of barbarians when they fight!

When both sides' morale and ferocity were brought to the same level, the National Protection Army's equipment advantage began to take effect.

The barbarians' hammers or knives couldn't kill the National Guard in one blow, but the National Guard's armor-piercing spikes and crossbows could easily inflict heavy damage on the barbarians!

The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce, and at this point, they were only holding on by sheer willpower.

It wasn't until the barbarians began to retreat and both sides started to weigh their losses that the leader realized that of the 50,000 National Protection Army soldiers, only 3,000 remained!

Something seemed to flow through his heart, and he turned to the second brother and said something.

"Second brother, I don't plan to go back."

"Go back to Da Yue Pass and tell His Highness the Crown Prince that the National Protection Army did not disgrace him, and that we, the Ten Ghosts of Fengcheng, did our best."

"It's ironic that the people of Daqian all say we are barbarians, that we have barbarian blood flowing in our veins, yet we consider ourselves Daqian people and always regard ourselves as Daqian people."

"But now I still have to die in this land of the barbarians. I don't know if this counts as returning to my roots."

The second brother also gave a wry smile.

"I'm reminded of the Duke's Mansion, the Duke's Mansion at Da Yue Pass."

"It's a pity that it's now the Lin residence. I heard it became the residence of General Lin Tong. I still remember practicing martial arts under that big tree in the courtyard. I wonder if the tree is still there."

"Xiao Shi! Go back to Da Yue Pass and tell His Highness the Crown Prince to ask General Lin Tong not to cut down that tree."

"If possible, burying our bones under that tree would give me some peace of mind."

Nobody wants to leave!

The youngest, Xiao Shi, wiped the knife on his own without saying a word.

The eldest brother kicked him in the butt.

"Didn't you hear your second brother talking to you?"

Xiao Shi kept his head down and continued wiping the knife.

"I'm not going back."

The eldest brother immediately laughed and vigorously ruffled his hair.

"The little one is even starting to argue with his older brothers!"

Just as Xiao Shi was about to say something, he was horrified to see the shadow on the ground.

Someone picked up a stone and stood behind him!

His pupils contracted, and he was about to dodge, but the boss pressed down on both of his shoulders.

With a muffled thud, Xiao Shi collapsed to the ground.

The second brother dropped the stone and dusted off his hands.

"Damn, it's been a while since I've done this. But thankfully, nothing went wrong. I knocked him out."

"Hurry up and send him back. At worst, he'll just be dizzy for a while. It's better to feel uncomfortable than to die here with us."

The eldest brother smiled, called over two bodyguards, and ordered them to take Xiao Shi back.

The "sending back" mentioned here naturally refers to sending them back to the Great Vietnam Pass.

After all, the Northern Xia Imperial Court still has a war to fight later.

After settling Xiao Shi in, the leader looked up towards the direction of the barbarians. The army had regrouped, and a new offensive was about to begin.

He turned to look at the second brother.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you ready?"

The second brother lowered his head and hid the suicide note inside his armor.

"I don't want no one to know who I am after I die, so I've already prepared my will."

After doing all this, the two reorganized their troops and gathered the remaining three thousand men to march forward.