The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family
Chapter 1103 - 251: This Pit is a Bit Big_2

Chapter 1103: Chapter 251: This Pit is a Bit Big_2

"You’re coming with us!" Pei Qin nodded.

Dou He was taken aback, thinking that if Mo Heng also went, wouldn’t he be a threat to Han San...

An Liefeng thought it was no big deal, Mo Heng’s strategies were useful, and now with the addition of the Long Spear Camp, seeing that Pei Qin had no objections, he decided to follow his deployment, "Full preparation! To battle!"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing that Pei Hansan was leading a hundred thousand troops rushing over, the Rong Clan’s army could no longer hold back and was determined to fight to the death with the Chu Army. They actually deceived them by asking for a truce, took advantage of their Rong Clan’s Princess, coveted their truce offerings, and even started a fight over the Princess being too ugly—this was sheer shamelessness and scoundrel behavior!

Pei Qin led the troops into battle first, columns of a hundred men each holding simple horns and cursing the Rong Clan for sending an ugly princess, a fake princess, vowing to kill that bastard Ji Le!

"Kidnapping the people of My Great Chu, you bastard, Ji Le!" Pei Qin led the shouting on the sidelines.

"Ji Le is a little bastard!" the generals shouted and cursed together.

"Using the people of My Great Chu as a human shield, Ji Le, you’re a coward!"

"Ji Le is a coward!"

"All of you cowards! The Rong Clan’s Princes and Princesses are all bastards born from others!"

The shouting soldiers turned their heads to look at her.

Pei Qin was still cursing spiritedly, "Bastard Ji Le! If you have the guts, come out and fight! You’re a coward, not worthy of the title of a plains warrior!"

The soldiers also shouted and cursed, calling Ji Le a coward, saying he didn’t dare to come out and fight.

The Rong Clan’s soldiers were all cursed so much that they were losing face. Previously, they were accused of being cowardly turtles, despicable and shameless, but now that Pei Hansan had arrived, he was cursing like this. The impulsive ones wanted to open the city gate and have a real fight. It was unbearable for them to be insulted like this, to have their Khan cursed, to be told they weren’t fit for the title of plains warriors!

Pei Qin had been cursing for a long time, her throat dry and tongue parched.

Lu Hai handed her a flask of pear juice.

After drinking half the flask, Pei Qin continued her tirade, starting from Ji Le and going all the way up to his ancestors of the eighteenth generation, accusing the origin of the Rong Clan of being a slave tribe that had been banished, and Ji Le being of slave stock, hence the cowardice!

The soldiers shouting and cursing below were all wide-eyed. Their general knew so much!

Ji Le was infuriated, but dared not act rashly. Gu Liqi claimed that Pei Hansan was dead, and his spies also reported that this Pei Hansan had died. Yet, here he was, alive and having invented the long spears.

The hostages were almost at their breaking point, shouting for death, telling Pei Qin not to worry about them, to just attack the city directly and avenge them!

But there were children, infants only a few months old.

Pei Qin grabbed a simple horn, "Ji Le, you bastard! If you dare kill one person of My Great Chu, I’ll castrate your whole tribe! I’ll turn you all into eunuchs of the plains!"

The soldiers below also shouted and cursed.

But Ji Le was determined to hide like a turtle; Liaodong’s resources were still abundant, they were self-sufficient, and as long as they kept the city under tight control, they could find an opportunity to negotiate with Great Chu. Great Chu now needed time to recuperate, and they didn’t have the military or financial resources for a drawn-out battle.

Pei Qin also wasn’t planning to fight a war of attrition with them. After cursing at the front lines for two days, and her throat becoming hoarse, she had other soldiers take over and continue cursing as she instructed, "Curse Ji Le and his ancestors of eighteen generations!"

"Han San! You better drink some medicine first!" Dou He said with concern as her voice sounded sore.

"It’s autumn, the air is too dry!" Pei Qin sniffed and drank the bowl of sweet medical syrup.

"Don’t go cursing anymore," Dou He advised her.

Pei Qin readily agreed; she had not intended to continue cursing. Although it was satisfying to curse, it was pointless if there was no response, and it lost its appeal with too much cursing, "But we still need to continue! Let the soldiers take turns on the field cursing until that old thief Ji Le is cursed out!"

"When do we leave?" Dou He asked.

Pei Qin’s gaze shifted, "We leave early. Take a detour!"

Dou He immediately understood, "Alright!"

Mo Heng had already scouted out the routes.

On this side, An Liefeng sent people dressed as the Mortar Barracks and Long Spear Camp to continue challenging and cursing at the front lines. By the fifteenth of August, they had even set off fireworks at the military camp.

Pei Qin, together with Mo Heng and Dou He, had already quietly led a large force on a detour towards the Rong Clan’s lair.

At Liaodong, Jiang Zhen led troops to harass and attack the city, masquerading as Pei Qin with a changed battle approach.

After several days of travel, Pei Qin and Mo Heng led a large army straight to the Inner city of the Rong Clan, directly employing mortars and hot-air balloon bombs.

The war instantly ignited on the plains; pastoralists from the Rong Clan scattered and fled, while the remaining riders fought to the death in defense.

But the Thunder Cannon, after all, was no match for the flexibility and power of the mortars. The Chu Army soldiers, like wolves among sheep, rushed through and slaughtered their way to capture the Inner city.