Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

The sound of the loud xun could be soft or fierce. Tan Chuyan played the most intense tune with the fiercest breath to boost morale.

But the effect was minimal, and their soldiers continued to fall… and then could no longer stand up.

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“Pfft.”

The sudden lost sound of the drum shook Feng Chilie’s mind. He couldn’t dodge, and the cold sword struck into his shoulder in an instant.

He frowned, shot away the attacker, and then continued to kill the enemy as if he felt no pain.

Suddenly, an ancient and thick voice hovered in the sky.

He looked back and saw a flash of blazing red standing on the tower, fighting with them in his own way.

Feng Chilie heard struggle and determination from the sound of the xun.

In this battle, even if they died, they would never give in even an inch.

The Wolf Eagle Cavalry had grown up in the wilderness, their bones and blood containing the ferocity of wolves and the sharpness of eagles.

Once on the battlefield, there was no retreat.

Similarly, everyone in the Wolf Eagle Cavalry cherished each other. Not only did they want to win, but they also wanted to settle a blood debt!

No one had forgotten Jiang Che’s death, especially Feng Chilie.

It seemed like everything was normal, but he kept this matter in his heart silently, waiting for the moment when the opportunity came to get it back a thousand times for Jiang Che!

He would never forget that night of farewell.

They had been surrounded heavily, and in order for him to escape successfully, Jiang Che exchanged clothes and weapons with him.

He originally disagreed with this matter, but Jiang Che, who had always been afraid of him, punched him hard that night, grabbed his collar and said, “Feng Chilie, listen carefully, you are the soul of Wolf Eagle Cavalry. The bones of Wolf Eagle Cavalry. Anyone can die, but you can’t die!”

Feng Chilie was stunned and allowed Jiang Che to take off his armor.

“I will die for you today, remember to avenge me tomorrow!” Jiang Che said as he put on his armor.

After changing, he walked forward without looking back.

After walking about ten steps, he looked back at Feng Chilie and left his last word: “I must protect these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. This is my home.”

This was not only Jiang Che’s home, but also the home of each of them.

After more than ten years in the army, Feng Chilie had seemed to have truly understood the meaning of joining the army from that moment on.

Joining the army had not been for fame and fortune, nor for becoming a marquis, a prime minister, or acquiring a palace or noble title. It had been just to be able to fight hard when the mountains and rivers were broken, and to repay the debt of the invaders.

This war had seemed to be a contest between them and Cui Yuanqing, but in fact, it had been a contest with the Xiyi people.

Once they lost, the Xiyi people would definitely send troops as soon as possible to take away this land.

Therefore, in this war, they could only win but not lose!

But… it seemed like they really couldn’t win.

Watching the soldiers who had been together day and night fall down one after another, the feeling of powerlessness had spread from the soles of the feet to the whole body.

The longer the fight lasted, the more physical energy was consumed.

Feng Chilie’s spear had been pushed to the ground by the combined efforts of a dozen people. The red tassel on the spear tip had fallen to the ground, stirring up dust and stained with blood.

“You can’t fall down like this,” someone shouted.

Feng Chilie turned his wrist holding the spear, veins suddenly bursting out as he sent the person holding him flying.

Dodging hidden arrows with his open spear was easy, but with a feather arrow pierced his shoulder blade it was hard.

Staggering, Feng Chilie kicked up a sword, cutting off the feather tail, and faced the heavy siege alone.

“Are you really… going to lose?” he questioned aloud.

Strong unwillingness ignited from the depths of his soul, yet he felt powerless.

Turning his head, Feng Chilie glanced at the people on the city wall, silently saying his final goodbyes.

“I still haven’t fulfilled my promise after all… I’m sorry.”

Feng Chilie held the spear and straightened his back.

“Even if I die, I will die standing and will never give in to the rebels!”

He slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come, but it didn’t happen as expected.

A deafening crash in the air was followed by the sound of horse hooves kicking from the distance.

Opening his eyes, Feng Chilie saw his long-lost old friend.

Tuoba Rou put on her armor and rushed straight into the battlefield.

In front of her were the ambitious rebels; behind her, the Xibo troops who had left their homeland.

In this battle, she held no grudges for fame or personal grievances, but fought for the thousands of soldiers to return home with honor, to tell their families they were brave warriors, not traitors!

The sky grew long.

A flying ship that covered the sky and sun flew behind Tan Chuyan, crashing into the flying ship built by the Xiyi people.

Feng Chengjian and Tuoba Lan stood side by side on the flying ship, overlooking everything.

Feng Chengjian raised his hand slightly, the black flag of the Tantai clan rising in the wind. Countless clan members wielded heavy weapons, striking hard at the rebels.

Feng Chengjian descended the ladder twice, landing firmly next to Feng Chilie, blocking a fatal attack for him.

The two looked at each other, saying only one word: “Fight!”

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With the help of the Tantai clan and the Xibo Army, the situation reversed instantly; Cui Yuanqing found himself losing ground.

The flying ship of the Xiyi people turned and fled, leaving Cui Yuanqing alone to face the onslaught.

But the Tantai clan was not to be underestimated. The flying ship’s massive wings vibrated violently, colliding once more. Meanwhile, countless cannons from the boat towers bombarded fiercely.

The Tantai clan’s flying ship was magnificent; the Xiyi’s creation proved insignificant and was quickly dismantled.

The situation turned dire for Cui Yuanqing, who panicked and ordered a retreat.

Before his order could be fully executed, a sword pierced his chest.

Prince Xiyi kicked down the now-useless man, cursing harshly, “Trash.”

He cut the rope on his horse, pulled the reins, and rode away from the battlefield.

As the saying said, “The green hills left behind are not afraid of running out of firewood.” As long as he lived, he could return and reclaim this land with its towering mountains, fertile soil, and rolling rivers!

Yet he had underestimated Feng Chilie’s determination to end him.

Seeing that the man was about to run, Feng Chilie got on his horse and jumped to catch up.

Shuanghan was a good horse for thousands of miles, not an ordinary war horse. It ran like a strong wind, constantly shortening the distance between them.

But the battlefield was limited after all. Once the Xiyi prince was allowed to rush into the dense forest of Tianlu Mountain, he wouldn’t be able to catch up.

How could Feng Chilie let this happen? He blew a loud whistle toward the bright sunset sky, and Nama flew from an unknown place and rushed straight toward Prince Xiyi.

Nama’s claws were as sharp as hooks. Prince Xiyi was unable to dodge and was blinded in one eye.

He screamed and steadied himself on the horse.

Seeing this, Feng Chilie’s eyes sharpened, and he raised his hand high.

He raised his arms and threw, the spear came out of his hand, smashing through the body of Prince Xiyi with the power of breaking bamboo.

The prince lost his vitality in an instant, and the rebels were defeated.

This battle was decided with one shot, and the mountains and rivers were finally safe!

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On the city tower, Tan Chuyan slowly put down the xun.

This battle had lasted from dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn.

After a day and night of fierce fighting, everyone was exhausted.

During this war, they had experienced excitement, despair, and were even prepared to die in battle.

But no matter how difficult the process had been, they succeeded, keeping their home at their feet.

Just like no matter how long the night had been, dawn eventually came.

Just hold on a little longer.

But it seemed that he couldn’t hold on any longer. His broken body was as weak as cotton wool. Tan Chuyan couldn’t steady his body and fell forward out of control.

He fell amid the cheers of thousands of people, without even any room to struggle.

He was worthy of everyone in his life, except Feng Chilie.

He had promised Feng Chilie his sincerity, but he could not promise him his life.

Tan Chuyan glanced at the man on the horse from a distance, and hot tears fell down, filled with reluctance and guilt.

He was not ready to die, but he had to accept the fact that he was going to die.

Tan Chuyan couldn’t bear to close his eyes because he wanted to see Feng Chilie one more time.

Getting closer and closer to the ground, Tan Chuyan gently called Feng Chilie’s name, waiting for his fate to come.

However, the intended pain did not occur, and he fell into a pool of soft water.

Someone shouted: “It hurts, it hurts, my arm is broken!”

Tan Chuyan suddenly came back to his senses.

It turned out that countless soldiers had used their bodies to weave a web for him, catching him firmly.

Tan Chuyan was helped up, and finally fell into Feng Chilie’s arms.

At this moment, he finally understood that although the heaven might not be on his side, his people was still here for him.