Chapter 1061: First Volume, Chapter 1061: Fearless Dead Soldiers

First Volume, Chapter 1061: Fearless Dead Soldiers

Only when Wu Kang urged them to continue their journey did Qin Feng escort the women into the carriage; the convoy moved slowly forward, and the refugees followed joyfully around it.

For them, standing beside Qin Feng and Jing Qianying was already a glory to their ancestors.

After interacting with simple, kind-hearted commoners, Jing Qianying's expression underwent a subtle change.

She occasionally lifted the carriage curtain to secretly observe the refugees outside.

Shen Qingci stroked Jing Qianying's shoulder and softly comforted her: "Fourth sister, don't worry. As long as you govern this country well, such human tragedies will never happen again."

"You mustn't blame yourself."

"Long suffering is worse than short suffering; if the Di were still the old Di, war would be a family banquet for everyone."

"The number of families destroyed and people homeless would only keep growing."

"Now, by resolving the war once and for all, these seemingly exaggerated numbers of refugees will only decrease."

Hearing Shen Qingci's comfort, Jing Qianying nodded lightly.

She was pregnant now, barely able to care for herself—how could she spare energy to worry about refugees?

Besides, Qin Feng had already left Li Zhang in Di to govern this devastated land; the scene outside the carriage wouldn't last long.

"Feng'er, will the refugees of Great Di also eat well and dress warmly, like the people of Liang?"

Qin Feng smiled and nodded: "Of course."

"All commoners under heaven are the same, regardless of rank or status."

"Moreover, many, many people of Great Liang live in great suffering."

"Governing a country is an endlessly long and arduous process; we cannot benefit all living beings, only do our utmost."

Jing Qianying nodded thoughtfully and said nothing more; she had returned to Great Liang with Qin Feng, betting the future of Di on him.

In the end, Beixi County was merely an exception.

Neither Di nor Liang could ever produce a second Beixi County.

Jing Qianying understood that she and Qin Feng could only strive to bring the people's lives closer to Beixi County's—never replicate it.

Li Xiaolan, usually silent, was also quietly observing the scene outside.

Li Xiaolan had never been able to forget the harm the Empress had inflicted on her.

She had sworn again and again that she would make the Empress pay blood debt with blood.

But…

How much cost could she herself bear?

How many innocent commoners would become homeless and lose their families because of her feud with the Empress?

Li Xiaolan sighed softly, yet her shoulder was suddenly embraced.

Li Xiaolan lowered her head slightly, accepting it, as Qin Feng's gentle voice reached her ear.

"I know what you're thinking. I understand."

Just those words were enough to ease Li Xiaolan's heart.

A smile finally returned to Li Xiaolan's lips; she now understood that her feud with the Empress was no longer just her own matter—Qin Feng would handle it thoroughly.

A man who would overthrow an entire nation for the one he loved would never let his beloved woman suffer any injustice.

Li Xiaolan, always strong and self-reliant, instinctively leaned against Qin Feng's shoulder, feeling profoundly at ease.

This was what it meant to have someone to rely on.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was harmonious; they comforted each other, encouraged each other, moving step by step toward home.

Precisely at this deadline, a piercing horse scream shattered the peace.

Everyone in the carriage sat up.

Qin Feng frowned tightly; before he could ask, cries from the refugees and Wu Tang's roar erupted outside.

"Protect the convoy!"

"If the Marquis or the ladies lose a single hair, every last one of you will be executed on the spot!"

When Qin Feng lifted the carriage curtain, even he, a battle-hardened general, was stunned by what he saw.

Across the Huang Ye, a small cavalry unit of only eight men charged toward them.

Logically, so few should never dare attack a convoy—but these men not only had the courage, they were utterly resolute, clad head to toe in Heavy Armor, clearly prepared for everything.

This was no mere retinue or personal guards.

Realizing the enemy meant harm, Qin Feng shouted to the Tianji Camp Guards beside the carriage: "Protect the refugees!"

At that moment, Wu Tang had already led the Beixi Soldiers forward to meet them.

Seeing the enemy leader in black armor, Wu Tang hesitated not at all—he raised his Ma Su and thrust straight forward.

Clang!

With a sharp ring, his Ma Su was swept aside by a single Chang Mao.

"What?!"

Before Wu Kang could react, the black-armored enemy rider swung his Chang Mao and slammed it hard into Wu Kang's shoulder.

The immense force hurled Wu Kang clean off his horse.

Qin Feng saw it all.

Wu Kang was one of the Tianji Camp Guards' best fighters—yet he was felled in one blow? What tactical advantage did these men possess? No wonder only eight dared charge the convoy.

As Wu Kang fell, the Beixi Soldiers and enemy cavalry collided.

Amidst a clamor, two enemy riders were instantly speared to death—but the remaining five, led by the black-armored rider, pierced through the Beixi Soldiers' line and headed straight for the carriage.

Wu Kang's shoulder was dislocated; he scrambled to his feet in panic and roared: "Protect the convoy!"

The Tianji Camp Guards stationed beside the carriage had already prepared themselves.

They raised the bows and arrows in their hands and loosed a volley at the six cavalry charging toward them.

Ting-ting-ting!

Following a burst of dense, crisp sounds, another three enemy riders were shot dead.

The black-armored enemy rider had six arrows lodged in his body, but unfortunately, clad in heavy armor, he had suffered no fatal wound and still came on ferociously.

Even the only two cavalry remaining at his side showed no fear.

The three of them raised their long spears at the same time and, with the force of a thunderbolt, charged toward the Imperial Road Carriage where Qin Feng was.

At this critical moment, four Tianji Camp Guards stepped forward with long sabers and slashed at the warhorses.

One Tianji Camp Guard was sent flying by the impact, but the next instant, two more Tianji Camp Guards stepped up to meet them.

Under the layer upon layer of blocking by the equally death-defying Tianji Camp Guards, the last three cavalry also fell to the ground one after another. Only the black-armored enemy general remained alive, but he too was seriously wounded.

Yet even so, on his own two legs, he kept closing in on the carriage.

He was less than ten steps from the carriage!

But in the blink of an eye, he was surrounded so tightly by the Tianji Camp Guards that not a drop of water could leak through. Facing the spears thrusting in from all sides, the black-armored enemy general, relying on the advantage of his long spear, actually fought desperately to parry and kept stepping closer to the carriage.

At such close range, Qin Feng had already recognized that the heavy armor worn by this black-armored enemy general was precisely the armor of the Black Cavalry under his own command!

Clearly, the Black Cavalry Heavy Armor lost on the battlefield back then had been "collected" by some scheming people of the Northern Di.