On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 1379 Kerosene

The wind whistled in my ears.

Murong Yan closed her eyes, the five-zhang trailing train of her black and gold phoenix descending to earth dress fluttering behind her. She remembered Lin Zhen's words and the soldiers who died for her.

"sorry."

Just then, a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Murong Yan suddenly opened her eyes and saw Lin Zhen leaping down from above, his other hand gripping the vines on the cliff face tightly.

"You're insane!" Murong Yan shouted.

Lin Zhen didn't speak, but pulled her into his arms, the vines making a cracking sound.

"Hold on to me."

The vine snapped as soon as he finished speaking.

The two plummeted rapidly, and Lin Zhen held Murong Yan tightly, shielding her with his body.

On the cliff, Yue Fei rushed to the edge.

"Quick! The rope!"

Dozens of ropes were thrown down, and Lin Zhen reached out and grabbed one of them in mid-air, his palms chafed raw by the rope.

"pull!"

Thirty thousand soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty pulled together to lift the two men upwards.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers from the northern desert below the cliff all raised their bows and arrows.

"Fire arrows!"

Arrows rained down on the two people in mid-air.

Lin Zhen turned around while holding Murong Yan, using his back to block the arrows. Three arrows pierced his shoulder and back.

"Lin Zhen!" Murong Yan's eyes reddened when she saw the arrow on his back.

"Don't move." Lin Zhen gritted her teeth, her grip on his hand remaining firm.

The rope was pulled higher and higher until it finally reached the top of the cliff.

Yue Fei and several soldiers pulled the two up. Murong Yan knelt on the ground, looking at the three arrows on Lin Zhen's back.

"You idiot!" She reached out to pull out the arrow, but her hand was trembling.

"Don't pull it out, it will bleed." Lin Zhen stood up and looked at the Northern Desert Army below the cliff. "Yue Fei, take your men down and wipe them out."

"Yes!"

Thirty thousand Daqian soldiers circled down the cliff from the other side and rushed into the valley.

The Northern Desert Army was caught off guard by reinforcements, and their formation immediately fell into disarray.

"Form ranks! Form ranks now!" the enemy general shouted.

But it's too late.

With 30,000 against 20,000, and the morale of the Daqian soldiers high, the Mobei army suffered repeated defeats.

Murong Yan stood on the cliff, watching the battle below.

"Your Majesty, your injury..." The maid wanted to step forward to check.

"I'm fine." Murong Yan pushed her away and walked to the edge of the cliff.

In the valley, the bodies of the soldiers who died for her still lay there, and blood was everywhere.

She remembered the lieutenant's last smile, the young soldier's words, and how they fought desperately to buy her time.

The wooden amulet is still in my palm.

Murong Yan gripped it tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"Yan'er," Lin Zhen walked to her side, "Stop looking."

"I want to see," Murong Yan said softly. "They died for me, and I must remember them."

Lin Zhen was silent for a moment, then said, "After the fight is over, I'll go with you to pay our respects to them."

Murong Yan nodded and turned to look at the battlefield.

The battle below has reached a fever pitch.

Yue Fei led his men at the forefront, slashing with his long sword, each strike taking a life.

But the heavily armored wolf cavalry of the Northern Desert Army were too difficult to deal with.

Three thousand war wolves charged into the formation, and the swords and blades of the Daqian soldiers could only leave shallow marks on the heavy armor.

"Damn it, these wolf riders are invulnerable!" a soldier shouted.

Yue Fei frowned as he looked at the wolf riders.

"Pierce the wolf's belly with your spear!"

The soldiers did as instructed, but the wolf warriors were too fast and they couldn't hit them at all.

A war wolf pounced on three soldiers, its fangs snapping one of them in the neck.

"General, this way of fighting won't work!" the lieutenant said.

Yue Fei gritted his teeth, about to order a retreat, when Lin Zhen's voice came from above.

"Use kerosene!"

Yue Fei was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening.

"Oil! Quick, get some oil!"

The soldiers unloaded barrels of kerosene from the supply wagons and poured it on the charging wolf riders.

"Fire arrows!"

The rocket was launched, and the Wolf Warrior, which was soaked in kerosene, immediately burst into flames.

"Ow—"

The war wolf howled and ran around wildly, its heavy armor becoming scorching hot under the intense heat, and the soldiers riding on it were roasted alive.

"Keep pouring oil!"

As barrel after barrel of kerosene was poured out, the three thousand wolf riders quickly lost their composure.

The generals of the Northern Desert Army turned pale upon seeing this.

"Get out!"

But it's too late.

The Daqian soldiers seized the opportunity to rush forward and divide and surround the routed Northern Desert army.

The battle lasted for an hour.

When the last soldier from the northern desert fell, only the banner of the Great Qian remained in the valley.

Yue Fei counted the number of men; of the original 30,000, 27,000 remained.

"Clean up the battlefield and collect the corpses."

The soldiers began to clean up the battlefield, gathering the corpses of the Daqian soldiers together.

Murong Yan descended from the cliff and entered the valley.

Corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.

She walked over to the soldiers who had died for her and looked at them one by one.

The lieutenant lay in a pool of blood, still clutching his long sword, a smile on his face.

The young soldier lay not far away, his eyes still open, staring in the direction of the cliff.

Murong Yan knelt down and reached out to close his eyes.

"I will give the amulet to your mother."

She stood up and looked at the corpses scattered on the ground. The train of her black and gold Phoenix Descent dress trailed in the pool of blood, making the hem of the dress even redder.

"Yue Fei".

"His Majesty."

"Give them a grand burial, and erect a monument for each of them, inscribing their names," Murong Yan said. "I want the whole world to know that they are heroes who died for the Great Qian Dynasty."

"Yes."

Lin Zhen walked to her side. "It's time to treat your wound."

Murong Yan then remembered that he still had three arrows on his back.

"You deal with it first."

"I'm fine," Lin Zhen said. "You're injured too."

Murong Yan looked down and saw that her black and gold Phoenix Descent Dress was covered in blood, some of which was from her enemies and some from herself.

"We'll handle it together."

The two walked to the side, and the military doctor came forward to check their injuries.

The three arrows in Lin Zhen's back were not deep, but they were in bad positions, and it would be very painful to pull them out.

"Bear with it." After saying that, the medic forcefully pulled out the first arrow.

Lin Zhen groaned, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Murong Yan looked at him and reached out to take his hand.

"If it hurts, just yell it out."

"It doesn't hurt," Lin Zhen said.

As he pulled out the second arrow, he gripped Murong Yan's hand tightly.

When the third arrow was pulled out, he finally couldn't help but let out a low growl.

"All done." The military doctor began applying medicine and bandaging.

When it was Murong Yan's turn, she had more injuries than Lin Zhen.

He had three knife wounds on his arm, a deep wound on his side, and several abrasions on his leg.

"Your Majesty, these wounds all need to be stitched up," the military doctor said.

"Then sew it up." Murong Yan lifted her black and gold phoenix descending to earth dress, revealing the wound inside.

The military doctor began stitching up the wound. As the needle and thread pierced through the flesh, Murong Yan gritted her teeth and remained silent.

Lin Zhen looked at her, feeling a mix of emotions.

"Don't push yourself so hard in the future."

"I am the Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty," Murong Yan said. "The soldiers are bleeding, how can I hide behind them?"

"What will happen to the Great Qian Dynasty if you die?"

"I will not die." Murong Yan looked at him. "Didn't you come to save me?"

Lin Zhen sighed, "Don't jump off the cliff next time."

Murong Yan stubbornly replied, "Then don't jump next time."

Lin Zhen's eyes widened. "If you jump, I'll jump."

Murong Yan was stunned for a moment, then turned her head away and remained silent.

By the time the wound was treated, it was already dark.

Yue Fei walked over and said, "Your Majesty, the body has been collected."

Murong Yan stood up. "I will personally pay my respects to them first thing tomorrow morning."

"Yes."

At night, Murong Yan sat in the tent, holding the wooden amulet in her hand.

Her mind was filled with images of those soldiers risking their lives to protect her.

The lieutenant's last smile, the young soldier's words, and the sight of those eight hundred men falling one after another.

She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I am sorry for you all."

Lin Zhen stood outside the tent, hearing the crying coming from inside, but did not go in.

He knew she needed to be alone for a while.