Chapter 1 The Truth

Madam Daxi was indeed captured alive. The Blind Man Bei is a very refined egoist. Zheng Fan realized this when they had lunch together at the Tiger Head City Inn. The Blind Man Bei, just like himself, picked up his chopsticks and poked at the bone marrow inside the lamb leg before slowly sucking it into his mouth.

Their eyes met slightly at that moment.

Both seemed to have blushed slightly for a split second.

But from that moment on,

Zheng Fan was sure that he and the Blind Man were the same kind of person.

Of course, one wouldn't usually say that a father looks like his son; it should be said that the Blind Man is the same kind of person as him.

As long as conditions permit, the Blind Man will definitely try to capture someone alive. This could be seen from the very beginning when they attacked Madam Daxi; the Blind Man Bei's first target was actually Madam Daxi's horse.

Zheng Fan was too embarrassed to ask if it was because horses were a bit stupid, making their minds easier to control.

In any case, when Zheng Fan and Liang Cheng arrived, Madam Daxi had already been tied to the ground, bound by Si Niang's needlework, which was even more secure than chains.

To break free, one would have to break their own tendons. This was an extremely terrifying torture. Even if someone with a strong will forcibly broke free, they would be crippled, so there would be no need to worry about them running away.

Behind Madam Daxi were more than two hundred Tu soldiers who had finally laid down their weapons and been captured alive.

The worldview of the Tu soldiers is very simple. First of all, they are not afraid of fighting, especially their fierce fighting spirit, which is not possessed by ordinary people in other countries.

But as long as you can prove that you are braver than them, fiercer than them, and bite harder, their collapse and surrender will be so simple.

Earlier, when the Tu soldiers collapsed, the Cui Liu Fort cavalry had already gone bloodshot. If the Blind Man Bei hadn't ordered to leave some alive after capturing Madam Daxi, those two hundred Tu soldiers might have been hacked to death long ago.

However, everyone was not very resistant or incomprehending of this order. The barbarian soldiers were a bit muddleheaded, only knowing to obey orders after being brainwashed by the Blind Man, but the aristocratic soldiers would think. Everyone was very clear about one thing: these living Tu soldiers would sooner or later be turned into bloody heads tied around everyone's waists or hung on their saddles.

After all, this time everyone had sneaked in through the border of the Qian Kingdom; how could they possibly capture prisoners and take them back?

There were horses, but even if these Tu soldiers wouldn't run away and wholeheartedly wanted to follow you to the Yan Kingdom as prisoners, the question is… would they ride horses?

After deploying some scouts, the rest of the people, under Liang Cheng's orders, began to help treat the wounds.

A'ming pulled out the arrows from his body. To be honest, perhaps because he had been shot by the Lord every day for a month, he had gotten used to it. Sometimes he even had to please the Lord. Even if the Lord's arrow was misjudged, he still had to deliberately lean in and take the arrow.

This also led to A'ming being quite skilled at helping his companions block arrows in the city earlier.

Anyway, he's a vampire, a few arrows wouldn't kill him. As long as his head was fine, there wouldn't be a big problem. Of course, the injuries on his body would still affect his strength and have a significant impact on his continued use of this body for subsequent activities.

However, these were not things that needed to be considered in the emergency situation in the city earlier. Si Niang's needlework began to shuttle quickly, sewing up the several holes in A'ming's body.

"Is there any kind of thread that can dissolve on its own?" A'ming said with some dissatisfaction.

His wound healing speed is faster than ordinary people, which means that the thread will easily enter the flesh, and he will have to dig it out again later.

Although he is a vampire, no vampire has the hobby of "Hello everyone, I am a vampire, I like to stab myself for fun."

"You can try to make some thread with things like large intestines, but the problem is that it may not be so reliable."

"Forget it, I didn't ask."

A'ming conceded.

Si Niang walked to Fan Li. Fan Li was sitting on the ground, and Liang Cheng was standing behind Fan Li, reaching out to pull out the arrows one by one.

He checked it slightly, confirming that there was no poison or gold juice on the arrowheads, and then signaled that Si Niang could start sewing.

"I really never thought that I would be a surgeon in my life."

Si Niang said with a smile while manipulating the needle and thread to sew up Fan Li's wound.

Fan Li just nodded foolishly.

"I never thought I'd be leading troops in my life either," Liang Cheng said.

"We're still not strong enough. If we hadn't left the city early, would we have had to explain ourselves in there?"

"That's how this world is. No matter how high your martial arts are, you're still afraid of kitchen knives. If one isn't enough, a rain of kitchen knives can kill you."

A'ming took a water bag and joked while drinking.

After taking a sip of water, he immediately wiped the red off his lips and teeth with his tongue.

So many people died, their bodies not yet cold, still warm, so might as well drink it.

Drinking the blood here, there is no psychological pressure.

"It's also good. Perhaps practitioners like Qi Refiners or Daoists can live longer, but as for martial artists, they only have the lifespan of ordinary people. When they get old, their Qi and blood will wither, and they will still die of old age and disease," Liang Cheng said.

"What's good about that?" Si Niang said.

"I mean, the martial power in this world is not that exaggerated. It's considered high martial, but after all, it's different from the cultivation world.

Think about it, if you look up and see cultivators flying on swords everywhere, and the human world is just a feeding ground for cultivators, then how boring would this world be.

If that were the case, we would only be able to find a place to live in seclusion and cultivate with the Lord; otherwise, we wouldn't dare to come out."

"A'cheng, you're talking a bit too much today," Si Niang said with a smile.

Liang Cheng pointed at A'ming and said:

"He can live for a long time, but I have already lived for a long time."

"I agree with what A'cheng said," A'ming said, taking another sip of "water."

Liang Cheng glanced at A'ming, pointed at A'ming's wound, and said:

"Is it a big problem?"

"It will affect speed and movement, but it's okay."

"The general in the city was capable, he wasn't beaten back just now," Liang Cheng said.

"Well, let's see what the Blind Man is up to," A'ming raised his chin towards the Blind Man's direction.

The Blind Man Bei was squatting beside Madam Daxi, with Zheng Fan squatting opposite him.

Madam Daxi was not very good-looking. She shouldn't be very old, but after all, she didn't know how to maintain herself like Si Niang, nor did she have Si Niang's temperament.

Perhaps the wind in the mountains was too strong, making Madam Daxi's facial features very clear, giving people a very sturdy and unapproachable feeling.

The Blind Man Bei knew that this was not the taste his Lord liked.

His Lord was not the kind of person who was worse than a beast; in fact, he was a bit too un-beastly.

Madam Daxi glared at Zheng Fan and the Blind Man squatting beside her. She didn't speak; in fact, her mind was still stuck on the previous defeat, and she didn't know what to say now.

However, Zheng Fan didn't intend to let her speak, because her mouth could be borrowed.

"Blind Man, are you confident?"

"This subordinate may overdraft."

Influencing a person's mind is not a big problem, and causing trauma to their spirit is not very difficult for the current Blind Man. But to control a person and turn them into a puppet in a short period of time is very difficult.

"It's okay, just don't die."

"…" The Blind Man.

Zheng Fan smiled and said, "If you overdraft, you can just replenish it."

He himself had overdrafted several times because of the Demonic Pill.

The Blind Man Bei nodded and shouted:

"Si Niang, help her with a few needles."

"Okay."

Si Niang had just finished sewing up Fan Li's wound and walked over, holding two embroidery needles between her fingertips.

Madam Daxi's expression changed, and fear appeared in her eyes. Probably, even the bravest person would feel fear and unease when they saw their enemy walking towards them with thin needles, right?

"Lord, do you want to ask again?" Si Niang asked.

What if they were willing to cooperate?

Zheng Fan shook his head and said, "There's no need to ask. Her village is in the hinterland of the southwest of the Qian Kingdom; she won't cooperate."

Saying that, Zheng Fan opened his mouth and yawned, and said: "If we let her walk to the front and shout: 'My sons, don't worry about me, defend the city desperately.' Wouldn't it make us look very stupid?"

Right now, they are undoubtedly invaders, but Zheng Fan didn't want to become a cliché villain. At least, he wanted to skip those familiar and bloody villain plots.

"Okay, Lord."

Seeing that Zheng Fan insisted, Si Niang didn't say anything more. She directly inserted the two needles into Madam Daxi's brain.

Si Niang is good at using needles, so she is naturally very clear about the various acupoints on the human body. Because the needle tips are very thin, and she uses needles and thread as weapons, every strike must have a sufficient effect.

If she didn't open a red tent to be a madam, Si Niang could open an acupuncture clinic and make a fortune.

After the needles were inserted, Madam Daxi's body began to twitch, and her eyes began to roll back.

"A'li."

The Blind Man Bei shouted.

Fan Li, who had been treated, walked over, his iron tower-like body blocking the Blind Man's side.

The Blind Man placed his hands on the temples on both sides of Madam Daxi's face,

Zheng Fan only felt a layer of material that didn't seem like wind but seemed like something else brushing across his face. If he had to describe it, it would be… rippling.

Is this the feeling of mental power?

Madam Daxi's body stopped twitching at this moment. As a prisoner, she was quite pitiful. Although this world doesn't have the "Geneva Convention," there aren't many prisoners of war who can enjoy this kind of "special treatment."

The Blind Man's body began to sway back and forth, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

The next moment,

The Blind Man Bei's body fell upside down. Fan Li, who was beside him, reached out and hugged the Blind Man, then got up and carried the motionless Blind Man on his shoulders.

"Is it done?" Zheng Fan asked.

"It's done."

It was Madam Daxi who answered.

A woman's voice, the Blind Man's tone.

Zheng Fan lowered his head and saw that the whites of Madam Daxi's eyes had disappeared, and her pupils had regained focus.

"Phew, the feeling is really pretty good."

"The feeling of seeing things with eyes is a bit unaccustomed," Madam Daxi said.

"What is it like?" Zheng Fan asked curiously.

"Too blurry, haha."

After nearsighted people get used to seeing the world with glasses, they will immediately feel that the world is too blurry after taking off their glasses;

And after getting used to seeing the world with their hearts, they will feel that this world is too fake when they use their eyes to see it again.

Zheng Fan looked at Madam Daxi who was still lying on the ground,

Madam Daxi had no choice but to say:

"Lord, don't ask me what it feels like to be transformed."

"Well, you know, I've never drawn that kind of subject matter."

"But you must still be very curious, curious about what it feels like for a man to become a woman."

"Well, I'm not curious."

"Lord, it's not good to lie."

"Then let's not talk about it, let's get down to business. This state of yours can't last too long, right?"

"Yes."

Zheng Fan motioned for Si Niang to come over and untie her. Si Niang walked over and pulled out the silk thread that had been binding Madam Daxi.

With Zheng Fan's support, Madam Daxi stood up from the ground.

Finally, Zheng Fan couldn't help but ask:

"Is it heavy?"

Madam Daxi showed a thoughtful expression, as if she was really seriously experiencing this question, a question that most men have no way to experience and that most women don't think needs to be experienced.

Finally, Madam Daxi said:

"Lord, I don't think this is a problem."

"I'm very happy that you didn't say that I'm dirty-minded, but I'm very dissatisfied with your insincere answer."

"Lord, there are many fat men in this world whose things are actually bigger than many women's."

"Oh?" Zheng Fan was stunned for a moment, "That's true."

This somewhat embarrassing question was passed over, and Madam Daxi began to walk forward, because he was afraid that Zheng Fan would ask about the top and then ask about the bottom.

Fortunately, Zheng Fan wasn't that limitless, and supported Madam Daxi to walk forward.

Liang Cheng waved his hand, signaling everyone to prepare.

At this time,

A'ming looked around and said:

"Is something missing?"

Si Niang yawned and said:

"No."

…………

The city gate of Mianzhou City was closed again. In fact, the beacon fire had already been lit, but no one could be sure how long it would take for reinforcements to arrive.

The enemy appeared too quickly, so it was naturally impossible for the reinforcements to arrive quickly.

Meng Gong's father had faced the siege of the rebellious Tusi soldiers in a city in the southwest for a year before the reinforcements arrived.

After having this family tradition,

Meng Gong didn's have great expectations for reinforcements in his heart.

When the reinforcements would come and whether the reinforcements would be willing to come were all external factors that did not affect him doing his job well.

On the city wall, under his rearrangement, although it seemed hasty, it at least had some order.

This is a talent, a talent who knows how to fight.

In Meng Gong's opinion, he was very unsuccessful, because the reason he was able to defend the city was because the opposing Liang Cheng didn't have enough troops.

And in Liang Cheng's opinion, the fact that the opposing Meng Gong was able to defend this city with such bad troops was really commendable.

In fact, if Madam Daxi and her subordinates, the Wolf Tu soldiers, hadn't been so arrogant and recklessly pursued them tonight, things wouldn't have gone to such an extreme.

The Cui Liu Fort army might have lost their troops here and had to choose to leave.

But the things in the world are so wonderful, there are always all kinds of people and all kinds of accidents to add its rich colors to this life.

On the city wall, soldiers stood in rows, and the Tu soldiers were also arranged to come up, and everyone was waiting in full battle.

After the Wolf Tu soldiers went out of the city to pursue and were counterattacked, Meng Gong led the defending soldiers in the city to meet them and forced back the Yan people who were trying to rush into the city,

The two sides entered a tacit "peace" period, although this period was a bit too short.

The Yan people were cleaning up the battlefield, collecting heads, and bandaging wounds, while the Qian people were rearranging the defenses of the city wall.

But Meng Gong knew that the Yan people might not be willing to leave like this.

Right now,

Meng Gong's only hope is that

Madam Daxi is already dead.

Because Madam Daxi's death would reduce a lot of trouble for him, but even if she didn't die, for the sake of her village, she would not cooperate with the Yan people in doing anything.

The Tusi are not stupid;

Moreover, Madam Daxi also has a son left in the village.

Meng Gong took a deep breath,

In front,

The Yan people appeared with torches.

Then, the defending soldiers on the city wall, especially the Tu soldiers, were stunned.

Under the city wall,

Two hundred Tu soldier prisoners knelt in two rows, and behind them stood Yan people holding knives.

This distance was a bit awkward, belonging to the distance where crossbow arrows could barely reach but it was difficult to shoot accurately and kill people.

And what surprised Meng Gong even more was that

He saw Madam Daxi walking out, and beside her, there was a tall tower-like man who had left a deep impression on Meng Gong earlier. He held a torch in his left hand and carried a motionless person on his right shoulder.

Every step Madam Daxi took forward, the tall tower-like man also took a step forward at the same time.

Zheng Fan stood behind Madam Daxi, supporting Madam Daxi, and Fan Li on the other side also had to keep up in sync;

This is probably because… the signal is not good, so you have to get closer.

The cold wind kept blowing the torches. The moon was very round and bright tonight, so even though it was late at night, the visibility was not low.

Everything was ready, just waiting for Madam Daxi to shout.

But at this time,

Madam Daxi suddenly turned her head and said to Zheng Fan beside her:

"Lord, this subordinate doesn't speak the local dialect."

"…" Zheng Fan.

Fan Li heard it next to him, just smiled foolishly, and then weighed the Blind Man's body on his shoulders a few times.

"No, you've set up the stage and you're telling me this? What's the difference between you and my classmate who went to the internet cafe to stay up all night the night before the postgraduate entrance exam in my previous life?"

"This subordinate remembers that you and A'cheng were discussing whether it was dirty or not."

"You're eavesdropping again."

"On the battlefield, this subordinate always has to pay more attention."

"Then what do we do next?" Zheng Fan asked.

Madam Daxi pushed away Zheng Fan's supporting hand,

She walked forward a few steps,

Raised her hands,

And shouted loudly in Mandarin towards the city tower in front:

"My sons, listen to my order, quickly raise your knives, quickly draw your bows, and kill the Qian people around you to welcome the Yan people into the city!"

After shouting,

Madam Daxi turned her face to look at Zheng Fan behind her,

Her eyes slightly raised,

And silently asked:

"How was that?"

Zheng Fan nodded,

And said:

"Even dirtier."