"Yang Dali, why are you spouting so much nonsense? Believe it or not, I'll teach you a lesson after we finish dealing with these Tartar beasts?"
"Captain Zheng, let's talk about it later. After I lop off this yellow-haired mongrel's head, we'll discuss it."
After saying this, Yang Dali focused on the Tartar opposite him. With a few fierce slashes, the yellow-haired mongrel's head was severed.
Then, while rushing towards another yellow-haired mongrel, Yang Dali quickly explained himself: "Captain Zheng, in this desolate wilderness, there are bound to be many Huang Daxian (Yellow Immortals). I can't speak carelessly. What if he leads my soul astray when the time comes?"
When Yang Dali said "when the time comes...", all the soldiers knew what he meant.
They fell into a brief silence, continuing with their jesting words, but their swords became more ferocious with each strike.
They paid no attention to the fact that the Tartar leader had already died and the remaining Tartars had thrown themselves into disarray.
Qi He, running a bit slower, arrived to see the soldiers fighting valiantly in a sea of blood. The familiar faces he knew had all become bloodied figures.
Fu Xinci, for the first time, realized that fighting a battle could be like this.
It was also that Fu Xinci didn't understand the thoughts of these soldiers in the garrison. When they were outnumbered and the strength gap was enormous, they would show an extreme contrast.
It was the so-called "enjoy yourself while you can," even when facing death, they would fight to the last moment, and laugh to the last moment.
They feared no strong enemy and were determined to use their lives and blood to protect every inch of the land beneath their feet.
This fervor forged in sorrow also transformed into a great enthusiasm that inspired Fu Xinci and Qi Ge's fighting spirit.
Qi He glanced at Sister Fu. Seeing that she had already occupied a favorable position, he made a gesture that only the two of them understood.
It was a competition to see who had a higher chance of hitting their target.
Qi Ge had thirty crossbow bolts, and Fu Xinci had fifty, a total of eighty bolts between them.
The tacit understanding they immediately reached was to never waste their crossbow bolts. Even if they couldn't kill a person with each shot, they should try not to miss.
With another gesture from Fu Xinci, Qi Ge also found what he considered the most advantageous position.
The archers of Yingzuo Cliff Garrison knew that the devices in the hands of these two little ones were what they had always dreamed of possessing.
However, at this moment, they had to concentrate their energy on protecting their comrades, leaving them no time to sneak glances of envy.
Fu Xinci could now fire four arrows in quick succession, but the accuracy of the fourth arrow wasn't great, so she didn't push it, sticking to three arrows each time.
Old Jin and the others were engaged in close combat with the Tartars and didn't notice, but the twenty hidden archers did.
Someone muttered, "My heavens, this is the legendary rapid-fire three arrows."
As soon as one person spoke, another followed.
"Good heavens, if we can all return intact today, I will definitely..."
He almost blurted out an inappropriate phrase but managed to hit the brakes in time. "I will definitely hug Xin Ci and Xiao He's crossbows and gnaw on them."
"Forget it, if you gnaw on such good things, won't they rust?"
"That's right, you'd better not gnaw on them. What if you ruin good things by gnawing on them?"
The archers' conversation drifted over with the wind. Fu Xinci heard it and wanted to laugh but held back with all her might, fearing it would affect her accuracy.
Her bow and crossbow didn't stop. Just now, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
If she wasn't busy tonight, she wanted to discuss it with the captain. It would be wonderful if the captain supported her idea.
Old Jin and the others also didn't expect that they would be bewildered at one point during the battle.
Just as they were preparing to fight the next opponent, they looked up and found that the enemy was wailing, and some had already fallen lifelessly on the cold ground.
Old Jin and the others, having fought on battlefields, understood what was happening at a glance, especially since some Tartars had arrows still stuck in them.
Old Jin and the others rushed over to check carefully. When they saw the small, finely crafted steel crossbow bolts piercing the bodies of those Tartars, Old Jin and the others turned back and saw two small figures running towards them.
Seeing the little girl leading the way, Old Jin and the others burst into laughter.
Captain Zheng and Yang Dali and others eagerly asked, "Xin Ci, what about that lightning thing? Why didn't you use it today?"
"Yes," Old Jin also wanted to witness the thing that made these soldiers so captivated.
Fu Xinci suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and explained with a hint of helplessness, "These few small fries aren't worthy of using that kind of good stuff."
Fu Xinci dared not say that even though she was quite well-off now, she wouldn't use that thing unless absolutely necessary.
Captain Zheng and the others also remembered that it was a life-or-death situation last time, and the little girl had used that thing to save them.
They wisely refrained from asking further questions.
What they needed to do next was to clear the battlefield, collect the horses, and help the two little ones find their crossbow bolts.
The crossbow bolts made of fine steel, to hold them in their hands and touch them, was also a kind of glory.
Especially the archers in the garrison, after comparing their own arrows with the crossbow bolts of others, wanted to look up at the heavens and ask.
"God, are you going to let us live?"
"Yes, they are all shot from bows, why is the difference so big?"
Old Jin looked at them all dejected and replied, "How can they be the same? The bows and crossbows that Xin Ci and Xiao He are holding were personally made by Xin Ci's master."
The implication was: if you have the ability, go find an awesome master, and everything will be solved.
The archers: "If we had such an awesome master, we would walk sideways."
Old Jin: "If you had such a master, I'd be willing to sweep the streets for you."
The archers: their heads drooped even lower. Someone muttered, "Comparing people makes one want to die, comparing goods makes one want to discard them."
Old Jin: "Who said that? It should be like this: comparing people makes one want to live, comparing goods makes one want to keep them."
The archers: ...
Old Jin: "Although our bows and arrows can't compare with the good ones, they're not useless."
"True."
"Hurry up and work. These Tartar horses are really good."
"Captain, can we keep them all?"
"Are you stupid? We only need enough for our use. Why keep so many? There isn't enough fodder to feed them in winter."
"True."
"Stop saying 'true'. Have all the crossbow bolts been found for Xin Ci and Xiao He?"
"They've all been found, not a single one is missing."