Come on, Your Highness

Like a waterfall of blue silk tied behind her head with a piece of white silk, the eldest lady of Zhenbei Wangfu sat with her back straight, but her slightly lowered head and lowered eyelids showed that she was taking a rest at the moment.

But when there was a slight movement behind him, those eyes opened instantly, revealing that sharp edge.

"Miss, Beijing is here to report."

"Say."

"His Royal Highness is in command and has already led an army of [-] to set off. Counting the days, we will reach Guancheng in less than half a month."

After the guard finished speaking, he heard Xuan Ling sneer in a low voice: "I hope that before I die, I can see the shadow of the [-] army."

Obviously, the girl who guarded the city on behalf of her father dismissed the pampered young prince.

"Miss, it took ten days to set off in the capital, which is already considered fast. Your Highness should not be delayed on the road. If we persist for half a month, we will be able to break through the siege!"

Xuan Ling pursed her lips when she heard the words, her eyes were deep and dark: "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait that long..."

Suddenly she turned around and asked, "Ahe, Ayu, did you send it out?"

The maid who wrapped her wrists shook her head, but before she could reply, a voice came from the door: "Auntie, we won't go, the Xuan family man can only die in battle, there is no coward who flees!"

The voice was still immature, but it was loud and powerful.

"Brother is right, Ah Yu thinks the same way."

Two boys no more than ten years old walked in, with their heads raised and their chests raised, with righteous expressions on their faces.

Xuan Ling didn't lift his eyelids, and ordered directly: "Ah Yue, give him my sword."

Ah Yue raised Xuan Ling's epee on the sword stand, and handed it sideways to Xuan He: "Master He."

Xuan Ling looked at his nephew, and said coldly: "You don't have to go, hold up this sword, as long as it lasts for a stick of incense, I will let you stay, otherwise I will follow Ah Qing obediently."

This is simply too embarrassing for these two children, who doesn't know how heavy Xuan Ling's sword is!Comparable to cutting a saber, it is to deal with the heavy soldiers of the Huns.

"aunt……"

Xuan Ling was unmoved: "It's useless to act like a baby, children shouldn't be in such a dangerous place."

"But my aunt is a girl, so you didn't leave." Xuan Yu pouted.

Xuan Ling raised her eyebrows, she stood up, walked in front of the two children, took a deep breath, bent down and touched their heads, and softened her voice: "Auntie can't leave, there may be no king of Zhenbei in the palace, but you can't There is no general to lead the army to protect the city. Now I am the only one here, and my aunt has to stay to protect the people in Guancheng and protect the reputation of the Xuan family for generations of loyalty!"

"But dad said that girls have to be protected by boys, we're leaving, who will protect aunt?" Xuanhe asked.

Having said that, Ah Yue on the side smiled and said, "Naturally, General Nagasawa is protecting Miss!"

Speaking of Shen Changze, Xuan Ling's sharp eyes softened involuntarily, giving him the shy look of a daughter's family.

Shen Changze was the son of the Xuan family's retainer, the Shen family. In the final battle, all the Shen family died in battle. The king of Zhenbei took pity on him and adopted him as his adopted son.

Now he is leading the Zhenbei Army, and he is the most trusted subordinate of Zhenbei King.

He is four years older than Xuan Ling, but the two of them are childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, so naturally they hit it off.

The King of Zhenbei and even the Zhenbei Army are happy to see it succeed. In time, Shen Changze, who is married to Xuan Ling, will be able to take over the Zhenbei Army.

It's just a pity that King Zhenbei couldn't wait for that day, and the Huns are now approaching the city.

No matter how many children's affair, in the flames of war, it is just a little thought and concern in the cold night.

If he survived... Xuan Ling's eyes darkened.

When Shen Changze was mentioned, the two children stopped talking immediately.

Xuan Ling said: "Our Xuan family has already been loyal enough to their Xiao family, there is no reason that even the baby has to die with him! With my aunt here, you don't need to take a sword."

Guancheng is the largest city at the border between Daqi and the Xiongnu.

As long as Zhenbei Wangfu is still here, Daqi's northern border will not be broken.

For the people at the frontier, the emperor is too far away, and only King Zhenbei is their patron saint.

King Zhenbei has been seriously ill for a long time, and the city is full of spies from all walks of life, so the news of his death cannot be concealed at all.

When the patron saint fell, not only the common people fell into panic, but also the local aristocratic families became anxious, because there was no successor to the wandering Zhenbei Palace.

The cold wind howling from the north brought the breath of the Xiongnu's iron cavalry. The long-awaited grassland barbarians ignored the harsh cold weather and seized this hard-won opportunity to invade the Central Plains.

After breaking through the jittery Zhenbei Army defense line and stepping through the solid Guancheng gate, there are countless gold and silver treasures, food and heavy supplies waiting for them!

The wolf's ambition tore up the paper contract, and only greed and ferocity were revealed on the face of the Huns.

The movement of the Xiongnu is too great. They don't seem to care about letting the Zhenbei Army know that they are rushing south. The Zhenbei Army without the King of Zhenbei is like a lamb with no deterrent force in their eyes.

On the contrary, the spies in Guancheng exaggerated the news of the Xiongnu's invasion. They believed that the prestige of the Huns would still scare people after 20 years, frighten their confidence, and lose their fighting spirit to resist. At that time, they will drive straight in, and the entire Northern Qi Dynasty will be their harvesting ground.

In fact, this move really made the entire Guancheng uneasy. Too many people were already preparing to leave Guancheng. They dared not and were unwilling to face the Xiongnu's scimitar cavalry.

At this time, the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion was handling the affairs of Zhenbei King's death, and the Xuan family invited all the major families in Guancheng to come to express their condolences.

No matter what the plan is, King Zhenbei, who has maintained the stability of the northern border for more than ten years, is indeed respected.The Xuan family now only has one daughter and two young sons who are minors. The sacrifice is too great. If there are no mourners in front of the King's mourning hall in Zhenbei, it will be heart-warming and unfair.

In order to respect the spirit of the Northern King, almost all the patriarchs of the Beidi family came, but even if they couldn't come in person, they sent important people in the family to come.

However, inside the mourning hall, it was Xuan Ling holding the epee in his hand, wearing a red tasseled armor with white filial piety under his filial piety, and led the Zhenbei Army with iron and blood to detain all these people.

"The city is here, the people are here, the city is dead, the people are dead, the King of Zhenbei is still alive, and he will defend the city to the death!"

"Send down the order to close the gates around the city. Whoever dares to leave will be killed without mercy!"

Xuanling did not go through the brutal war more than ten years ago, but King Zhenbei, who lost many sons, passed on his life skills to his young daughter.

The Xuan family regards swearing to the death to defend the country as a family motto. On the day her father passed away, she raised her sword and put on a battle robe.

Locking everyone in the city like this caused complaints, but after all, it was a matter of life and death, and the timidity and timidity were eventually replaced by the desire to survive.

All the people in the city were mobilized, the men went up to the wall, the women and children guarded the logistics, and defended the city in order to survive.

There are several border towns, Guancheng is the first among them, but the Xiongnu are cunning, even if the Zhenbei army has a large number, they still have to disperse their forces.

Furthermore, King Zhenbei left, although Shen Changze had taken over most of the military power, but he was young and only a foster son, so it was still difficult to convince the crowd after all, and he was not as united as before.

Give the Huns an opportunity.

The Xiongnu did not directly attack Guancheng, but first entered the countryside, burned, killed and looted around, and then went to Guancheng after replenishing supplies.

Shen Changze had already led his army out to fight several times, but the opponent was aggressive, and the cavalry stretched as far as the eye could see, but almost all of them came here, there were too many of them.

Shen Changze was defeated and retreated into Guancheng.

Although the Zhenbei Army is known as an army of [-], most of them are military farmers and militias, and the regular army is only more than [-]. They have to disperse the cities to prevent the Huns from moving the tiger away from the mountain.

There is a big difference in the number of people.

Fortunately, the Huns cavalry were not good at attacking the city, otherwise it would be too easy to break the city.

But consuming it for a long time is not an option.

Every time the Xiongnu attacked, there was bound to be a rain of arrows on the wall first, and the number of soldiers defending the city was gradually decreasing.

The Xiongnu's tidal army faded away again, leaving corpses at the gate of the city, most of them belonged to the Huns, and there were also defenders.

The same is true on the female wall, but there are more defenders and fewer Huns.

The Huns are on the city wall!

The soldiers who were hit by arrows were carried down, some could still breathe, while others could not open their eyes.

Sad and sorrowful, people's faces are full of pain, hatred, and despair. The cruelty of war is harvesting fresh lives.

The Huns retreated, and Guancheng only temporarily let go of the breath they held, because they don't know when the Huns will come again next time, and whether they can hold the city at that time.

The more and more frequent attacks indicate that the Xiongnu's patience has run out.

Shen Changze led his generals into the Zhenbei Palace, and Xuan Ling, who hadn't taken off his battle robe, was already sitting inside waiting for them.

Her epee was at hand, and it was stained with blood. This time it was very dangerous, and the Huns climbed up the wall.

Shen Changze looked at the red part of her body with concern, and the latter raised his eyelids, but said without moving, "Don't look, it's all belonged to someone else, I'm not hurt."

"Can you get up?" Shen Changze asked.

Xuan Ling looked away: "I'm tired, I don't think about it."

Shen Changze sighed: "Lingling, let the doctor take a look."

Xuan Ling was a little impatient: "Nah, Ah Yue has already called."

Shen Changze then smiled, the pampering in his eyes was visible, but soon his smile subsided, and he sighed: "The Xiongnu's offensive is getting stronger every time, and their full-scale attack on the city may not be far away."

"Where are the reinforcements?"

"Shacheng, Shicheng, and Yucheng have all found the Huns, so they dare not send troops here easily." A general said.

Xuan Ling sneered: "It seems that we have to rely on His Royal Highness who is still on the way."

Shen Changze poured a glass of water, put it in front of Xuan Ling and said, "I've already gone to report urgently."

"It will take five days to go back and forth, can we persist until then?" Another general asked.

Xuan Ling's chapped lips were slightly moist, and she said, "We can do it again, but I'm afraid it will be the last time."

After Xuan Ling finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

If the city cannot be defended, it means that the entire Guancheng will become a hell on earth.

Suddenly, a soldier came in from the outside and reported: "General Xuan, General He from Shacheng is here to report."

The top general here should be Shen Changze, but He Yi pointed it out to Xuan Ling, which shows that he is not convinced by Shen Changze.

Compared to him, King Zhenbei's blood is more important to him.

Xuan Ling took the letter, opened it and took out the letter paper inside, but after looking at it twice, he threw it on the table with a sneer, the disgust was quite obvious.

The letter fell directly in front of Shen Changze. Seeing that Xuan Ling didn't want to talk at all, he picked it up and looked at it.

Just as he was about to speak, Xuan Ling said coldly: "If you dare to persuade me to abandon the city and run away, then you just get out."

Shen Changze suddenly smiled helplessly: "Lingling, what He Yi said is not bad, Guancheng is too difficult to defend, Ah and Ah Yu are still too young and need someone to take care of them, no one will say a word when you accompany them."

"What about the people in Guancheng? If I withdraw my troops, I can leave, but everyone here will become the undead of the Huns. I take the honor of defending my family and defending the country in the northern palace. You want my father to scold me in the sky Are you unfilial?" Xuan Ling looked at him with sharp eyes.

Shen Changze took a deep breath: "If you don't withdraw, I will stay."

In an instant, Xuan Ling's eyes turned red, and she uttered a single voice ridiculously, sarcastically saying: "Shen Changze, you are so great... Unfortunately, I won't leave. Take it back, you have the guts to kill me first and carry my body out!"

Shen Changze was silent for a while, and the latter looked at him fiercely and said harshly: "Don't try to smuggle me out, as long as I wake up, I will crawl back. If the gate is broken, then I will go directly to Find the Huns desperately!"

Shen Changze had already expected Xuan Ling's stubbornness, and he asked with a smile, "Are you going to die with me?"

Xuan Ling raised his chin and asked arrogantly, "You disagree?"

"Where do you dare?"

The corner of Xuan Ling's mouth twitched: "Father betrothed me to you before he died, don't shake me off."

"Understood, aunt."

Shen Changze's begging for mercy made several generals laugh. These people were older than the two of them, and they almost watched them grow up. They were the confidants of King Zhenbei, entrusted by the old prince on his deathbed, and were loyal.

After joking, a general said: "The Xiongnu will not wait for our reinforcements to come, they must attack the city in advance."

"At least three days in advance, so there must be a battle the day after tomorrow."

"What should I do these three days? Can I hold it?"

"If you can't keep it, you have to keep it." Xuan Ling said, "Use everything that can be used in the city, and you can always hold on for a day or two."

"Perhaps we can delay it for a while," Shen Changze said.

"Why the delay?" Xuan Ling asked.

Shen Changze shook his head: "I don't have a clue yet."

Xuan Ling frowned and glanced at him.