78 Wave After Wave (1/2)

If a whole city of valiant Rongsmen could be dispatched to guard it, they could perhaps persevere until the arrival of the assisting army. But to use Rongsmen to guard the city? Meng Fuyao would have to hang herself on the door hook to prevent someone from opening the gate in the middle of the night to ”let a brother in.”

The moment Tie Cheng received the news, he came to look for Meng Fuyao, beating his chest confidently. ”Give me weapons, and I'll find the men to guard your city.”

Meng Fuyao happened to be in a foul mood, and she conveniently kicked him out the door.

She then proceeded to wash her face and put on make-up, before heading to work with a face full of energy. Yaocheng citizens were waiting anxiously, but upon her arrival, the panic in their face disappeared. In fact, they stood more imposingly than before, and the atmosphere calmed down significantly.

Yaocheng's Han and Rong occupied half the city each, and the Hansmen were naturally unwilling to destroy the city. The Rongsmen, on the other hand, had fewer concerns, and no one could guarantee that their bloodthirsty ”brothers” wouldn't take lives upon entering the city. These ferocious men weren't going to distinguish between the Hans and Rongs, and it was something Meng Fuyao had explained to the Rongsmen who were eager to have the other Rong brothers occupy the city.

While her reasoning had managed to contain the Rongsmen's excitement, the war had also inevitably started.

On the first day, upon pitching camp, the Rong army started attacking the city.

Wu Ha, an incomparably strong soldier in the Rong army, led 3,000 men at the frontline. He was an aggressive man who had exclaimed that he would successfully take Rongcheng down and that he would take his own head down if he did not manage to take the mayor's.

The Rong army of 3,000, dressed in colorful armor, holding onto their weapons and resembling a sheet of greenish, purplish blue cloud with lightning in between, surged forward. The bald leader was using a scepter-like weapon, and with a light wave of it smoke rose from the ground and lifted a layer of land with it.

The first battle had the most significant impact on the troops' morale. The defense guards on the city gate tower overlooked the intruders in all seriousness, but Meng Fuyao was all smiles and feeling energetic from having had ample sleep. She had arrived at the scene with a bunch of craftsmen, ordering them to fashion a high platform on the tower. No one knew what she was up to, and no one had ever seen anyone building a high platform as a way to resist the enemy.

Following convention, Wu Ha yelled out a challenge before the gate. It was a necessary procedure for the warlike Rongsmen to call for a battle before attacking the city. However, Meng Fuyao ignored it, and upon the completion of the platform she climbed up in public view and waved an arm.

Two cleanly-dressed soccer teams went on stage and started kicking.

No way... soccer to guard the city?

The Han citizens, who had stepped forward to guard the city, looked up in shock.

Whistles could be heard, and men were fighting for the ball. Wu Ha was stunned. What formation was that? What was that round, flying thing? Witchcraft?

The soccer ball rose and fell as the members shouted loudly. All 3,000 soldiers were left speechless, and Wu Ha had almost forgotten where he was. Initially, he was guarded, guessing that the ball was a newly invented weapon, but upon further observation, it was only flying about. Wu Ha stood, dumbstruck and neglected by the enemy. Nevertheless, he couldn't retreat as it would negatively affect his men's morale. As such, all he could do was stand and stare.

Suddenly, the ball was snatched by Tie Cheng, who then attempted to kick it into the goal with a fake move. Yet, a few opponents gathered and intercepted the ball, accidentally kicking it out the city wall in the process.

”Foul! Foul!” Tie Cheng bawled.

Wu Ha vaguely understood the gameplay, laughing out loud and shouting, ”Silly kid doesn't know how to guard!” Seeing the ball spinning downward he felt his leg jerking in natural response. ”Let me show you!”

He jumped up and did a clean flip before lifting his leg to receive the falling ball. The Rong army went wild.

”Good!”

Boom!

A leg flew out.

The ball had exploded.

Wu Ha's leg was gone, and fresh blood poured out, instantly staining the ground with a pool. Without uttering a sound, he passed out.

His men, who had witnessed it all, were at a loss as it was their first time experiencing the loss of their leader even before a battle. They called for a retreat immediately, cursing and dragging Wu Ha away.

The soccer teams erupted in laughter from above. ”Replacing the original with a fake. How's that move?” Tie Cheng yelled. Meng Fuyao, dressed in a black robe and male disguise, stepped forward. With her brows sharp and prominent she rolled in laughter while banging on the brick wall and making a jeering gesture at the Rong army.

The wind blew through her hair, momentarily unveiling a lady's pearly eyes, from which timidness was absent.