Fu Xin Ci was talking with Yang Da Li and the others when she heard Qi He's voice, "Sister Fu."
The moment she saw Qi He, Fu Xin Ci felt a bit ashamed. She had been so busy just now that she had completely forgotten about him.
"Um, you're here, where's Uncle Zhang?"
"Uncle Zhang went with my father and the others to chase the Tatars. Are you alright, Sister Fu?"
"I'm fine."
"That's good." Qi He had heard the continuous loud noises and had been worried about Sister Fu.
"Chirp chirp ~"
Just then, Xiao Hei flew over from somewhere, landing on a nearby tree branch, and chirped a few more times.
"Squeak squeak squeak." So many people are coming.
Fu Xin Ci's heart skipped a beat when she heard Xiao Bai translate "so many people." She only had one grenade left. What should she do?
Fortunately, Xiao Bai squeezed out another sentence: "Squeak squeak squeak." Let's go cause trouble for the Tatars together.
After hearing Xiao Bai's last sentence, Fu Xin Ci really wanted to grab Xiao Bai and give him a beating. Couldn't he speak without pausing for breath? It was enough to scare someone to death.
The distant sound of horns and the clamor of battle greatly boosted the soldiers' morale. Even Yang Da Li and the others were itching to rush forward and fight alongside their comrades.
Seeing how anxious they were, practically having the roof on fire, Fu Xin Ci could only watch from the side.
Even Qi He stood there, clenching his fists and stomping his feet in vain.
At this moment, Fu Xin Ci was the most relaxed. If it weren't for the people standing beside her, she would have retreated into her space for a nap.
She couldn't help it; her focus had been too intense, and she had moved around so much. Now that she was relaxed, she felt exhausted and really wanted to sleep, a deep sleep until she woke up naturally.
Fortunately, they didn't have to wait long. The previous loud noises had attracted soldiers from several guard posts under their thousand-household commandery.
Finally, the northern border garrison was alerted. A Qian Zong led his soldiers and intercepted all the Tatars who had fled, not a single one escaped.
The battle was indeed fought brilliantly. When the roll was called after formation, the soldiers from the guard posts under the thousand-household commandery and the northern border garrison had no casualties, and the few injured were not serious.
This made Commander Lei so happy that his loud voice could be heard from afar.
"Who made these wonderful things? We heard them from miles away. They ran towards us, and we caught them all. These scoundrels are completely rounded up. Hahaha, those things are amazing! Quickly, tell me who made them."
Qi Yuan Shan: The little girl threw them, but he didn't want to say.
When Commander Lei and the others followed the traces of the battlefield to the pits, their expressions changed. They squatted by the edge of the pits, completely engrossed, touching and measuring.
Judging by their demeanor, they intended to carry the pits back?
Fu Xin Ci's heart skipped a beat. She needed to leave this place soon. She quietly tugged at Qi He's clothes, "Brother Qi, let's go back first. Otherwise, if we return late, grandfather and my parents will worry about us."
Although Qi He didn't want to be separated from his father, nor did he want to leave this battle that filled him with excitement, he knew they couldn't stay out too long. He grunted in agreement.
"Brother Qi, where are our warhorses?" Fu Xin Ci was too tired to walk back.
"I tied them to the trees behind the dirt mound."
"Tell Uncle Qi that I'm going to find the horses first." Fu Xin Ci feared that if she was any later, their horses might be taken as spoils of war by these soldiers.
Fortunately, the soldiers clearing the battlefield searched meticulously, and their progress was not fast, as they were wary of any Tatars feigning death.
Fu Xin Ci found the two horses, still safely tied to the trees. They whinnied and greeted her when they saw her approach.
Fu Xin Ci gave them another fruit candy before leading them around the dirt mound.
They ran into some soldiers from the Jinji Ling Guard Post. Someone immediately exclaimed loudly, "Hey, Commander Lin, it's that little girl who gave us the medicine."
Commander Lin also did not expect to meet them again so soon. He strode over to thank the little girl.
"Little girl, we really need to thank you. It's because of the pills you gave us that Shun Zi's injury has already begun to heal."
Fu Xin Ci was truly bewildered. They had only been apart for such a short time, about an hour or so? And he was already healing?
She firmly believed that the medicine she gave was ordinary Chinese patent medicine, not some miracle drug. Why did everyone think she had given them an elixir?
Fu Xin Ci didn't understand that the Chinese patent medicines of modern times were purified, which was incomparable to the decoctions of this era.
Therefore, the difference in efficacy was very obvious. Moreover, the physique of ancient people and the physique of humans before the end of the world were quite different. (For the specific differences, little darlings can use their imagination.)
Fu Xin Ci didn't know that this beautiful misunderstanding, which she herself didn't fully grasp, would lead to her so-called master being rumored to be miraculous among the guard posts in the days to come.
Even people in the northern border army heard about it: the little girl from the household of the second master Meng of the Yingzui Cliff Guard Post had a master who was an otherworldly expert.
Because of this information, the population under the jurisdiction of the Yingzui Cliff Guard Post increased dramatically.
Of course, this is a story for another time.
Fu Xin Ci chatted with Commander Lin and the others for a while, her face aching from smiling, before Qi He finally arrived.
The moment she saw Qi He, Fu Xin Ci felt as if he were her savior.
Without needing to make excuses, they quickly bid farewell to the soldiers of the Jinji Ling Guard Post. As she mounted her horse, her only thought was to leave this place quickly.
On the way back, there was a stretch of road that was sheltered from the wind. Fu Xin Ci secretly patted her cheeks.
However, even this small gesture was noticed by Qi He.
"Sister Fu, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, my face is just a bit cold." Fu Xin Ci spoke the truth. Riding on a tall horse, even with the wind at her back, her small face was ice-cold.
Seeing Sister Fu's little face reddened by the cold, Qi He felt uneasy. He picked up a Tatar's sheepskin coat and asked if Sister Fu wanted to wear it.
Fu Xin Ci shook her head vehemently. She absolutely refused to wear Tatar clothing.
"Then what should we do?" Qi He also felt a chill in his ears.
"Don't we have scarves?"
"Scarves?"
Fu Xin Ci thought, "What a silly child." She then pulled the scarf around her neck up, covering her ears, nose, and cheeks, leaving only her forehead and eyes exposed.
Qi He saw this and scratched his head. He was indeed quite slow-witted. If Sister Fu hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known that scarves could be used in such a way.
And there was something even more amusing he didn't dare to say: he had always thought scarves were a superfluous burden.