Chapter 519: First Volume, Chapter 519: The Loyal and Virtuous Maid

First Volume, Chapter 519: The Loyal and Virtuous Maid

The Jin Yi Wei's statements essentially confirm that Qingyu Mountain has been fortified and stockpiled with large quantities of materials and supplies.

But even so, a casualty ratio of one to five hundred is absurd.

Liu Hongyan, as if waking from a dream, saw her tears gradually replaced by joy: "So Feng'er isn't just unharmed—he's turned the Enemy Army upside down?"

The Jin Yi Wei maintained a solemn expression: "Without ironclad proof, your humble servant dares not jump to conclusions; only the Enemy Army's heavy losses are beyond doubt."

Li Zhang's eyes widened in disbelief: "I know the tactical advantage of the Tianji Camp Guards—aside from cavalry, no other troop type can match them."

"But Qingyu Mountain is a stone mountain. Even if the Tianji Camp Guards hold a naturally defensible Guan Kou, to exchange ten of their lives for five thousand of the enemy's seems utterly fantastical."

At this point, there was no need to dwell on whether Qin Feng was still alive.

For the loyalty of the Tianji Camp Guards toward Qin Feng had reached an unsurpassable level.

Since so many Tianji Camp Guards still remain on Qingyu Mountain, Qin Feng must be unharmed.

For even in death, the Tianji Camp Guards would ensure Qin Feng died last.

Li Zhang understood Qin Feng's military acumen—he knew even Chen Si was no match for him.

But… surrounded by over ten thousand troops in enemy territory, in such an extreme predicament, he hadn't been annihilated—he'd inflicted devastating losses on the Enemy Army.

Could it truly be, as Folk tales claimed, that Qin Feng was Wuqu Star incarnate?

Even Li Zhang found it hard to believe such a general, unmatched in strategy, could exist in this world…

The Jin Yi Wei spoke only of what he knew, never speculated: "Though it is now autumn and the air in Northwest Di is dry and cold, thousands of corpses must still be properly disposed of, or they will trigger plague."

"Thus, the Enemy Army buries large numbers of corpses daily; I secretly observed and found many of them… were incomplete."

"'Incomplete' isn't accurate—they were pulp. Many corpses were bundled in sacks and dumped wholesale into mass graves."

"This shows many Enemy Army soldiers were crushed to death by Massive Rocks."

"Moreover, the Enemy Army troops assigned to bury the dead privately muttered in disbelief: how strange—those on the mountain had no proper tools, weren't professional rock miners, yet somehow managed to quarry and stockpile vast quantities of rolling stones."

"The most terrifying detail: the entire summit of Qingyu Mountain was… shaved flat. The east, north, and west sides are sheer cliffs; only the south offers a viable approach."

This time, Li Zhang finally understood the full picture—his mouth hung open, unable to close.

Shen Qingci was equally stunned.

Qin Feng led only two hundred men, yet had to repel tens of thousands of troops, build a Stronghold, stockpile materials and supplies, and still managed to shave flat three sides of Qingyu Mountain? Could this Qin Feng truly have divine aid—or was he the Military God incarnate?

Everyone present was among the cleverest in Beixi County and even Shedynasty.

Yet none could fathom how Qin Feng had accomplished all this.

Liu Hongyan didn't care about the details—so long as Qin Feng was unharmed, her heart was at ease. She was about to celebrate when a wailing cry came from the Gate.

Immediately, Xiao Xiangxiang and Shu Feng rushed in, tears streaming like spring rain.

"Has Young Master fallen into hardship?!"

"Wu wu wu."

Xiao Xiangxiang collapsed to the ground, utterly limp, as if her entire world had shattered.

She had lived only for Qin Feng her whole life—if he died, she would not survive another day.

"Young Master, your Maid will join you now."

Xiao Xiangxiang sighed in despair, without hesitation, tilted her head upward and slammed it toward the blue stone slab.

Fortunately, Jing Qianying reacted swiftly, shoving her foot under Xiao Xiangxiang's forehead just in time to prevent the foolish Maid from dying on the spot.

Saved from death, Xiao Xiangxiang wept even more bitterly: "Miss, Madam, please let your Maid go down to join Young Master. I was born lowly, and only by sheer luck became his Tieshen Yuhuan—finally living like a human being. My heart and eyes hold only him; if he is gone, I have no reason to live."

No one could have imagined that this gentle, soft-spoken little Maid, so tender as water, would display such fierce resolve at a critical moment.

Shen Qingci had intended to scold her for her recklessness.

But seeing Xiao Xiangxiang's unwavering loyalty to Qin Feng, her heart softened. She signaled to Jing Qianying, and together they forcibly pulled Xiao Xiangxiang to her feet.

Meanwhile, Shu Feng had collapsed to her knees on the ground. Though not as extreme as Xiao Xiangxiang, her eyes were dull and lifeless.

Since Qin Feng had stolen Jing Qianying's Maid and forcibly kept Shu Feng by his side, she had gradually transformed from a timid, cautious servant into a cheerful, lively girl.

It seemed that as long as she followed Young Master, endless laughter and joy awaited her.

Before becoming Young Master's Tieshen Yuhuan, Shu Feng felt her entire first life had been wasted.

Now, hearing of Young Master's peril, the brightness she had painstakingly cultivated vanished in an instant, replaced by storm clouds—she felt she had lost all joy.

Watching Shu Feng's hollow, soulless state, Shen Qingci sighed softly: "Get up too."

Shu Feng rose weakly, her head still bowed low.

Seeing these two Maids as if they'd lost their souls, Shen Qingci felt both touched and helpless: "Who told you Feng'er is dead? Listen well—he's thriving!"

Xiao Xiangxiang, still streaked with tears, gave a bitter laugh: "Miss, don't comfort your Maid…"

To snap Xiao Xiangxiang out of it, Shen Qingci feigned sternness and sniffed: "You foolish girl, why would I comfort you? Yes, Feng'er is surrounded by tens of thousands of troops, deep in enemy territory, utterly isolated—but so what? Think—who is Feng'er!"

"The one who can kill Feng'er hasn't even begun cultivation in the womb!"

Xiao Xiangxiang and Shu Feng exchanged glances—wanting to believe, yet unable to fully trust it; after all, in such an impossible predicament, who could possibly turn the tide?

Liu Hongyan's eyes still held traces of tears, but her face now radiated nothing but joy and pride: "Heh—heh. Is there ever such a thing as a pack of dogs attacking a tiger?"

"Feng'er, with two hundred Guards, has already wiped out five thousand Enemy Army soldiers. Whoever dares to charge is Flock Like Moths to Flame."

Even Liu Hongyan said this—so even if it seemed impossible, Xiao Xiangxiang believed at least seven or eight tenths of it; after all… if Qin Feng had truly perished, Liu Hongyan would have wept louder than anyone.

Xiao Xiangxiang looked dazedly at Qin Cheng Clan: "Madam, is Young Master truly unharmed?"

Qin Cheng Clan bent over sewing a shoe sole, having already finished making all of Qin Feng's shoes over the past few years. At Xiao Xiangxiang's question, she sneered: "Those who should be worried aren't us—it's the North Di."