Under the guidance of Shen Qingci and Liu Hongyan, Qin Feng put on his wedding clothes, which were black inside and red outside, and came to the decorated auditorium.
The wedding day has arrived, and the maids and servants are still as busy as ants.
Until the morning sun spreads across the land, there is no sign of stopping.
There are still more than three hours before the wedding, and the escort team will not arrive at Qin's house until dusk comes.
As the saying goes, the day is yang and the night is yin. In the evening, when the sun sets and the moon rises, the alternation of day and night also represents the intersection of yin and yang.
Therefore, holding a wedding at dusk is the right time and place.
Although it will take a long time for the bride to arrive, an endless stream of guests and friends who came to congratulate her have already entered the house one after another.
The servant stood at the door of the mansion and kept announcing the guests loudly. The joy of the wedding became more and more intense.
And just when the entire royal capital seemed to be immersed in the joy of Qin Feng's wedding, Gusu City, thousands of miles away, had a different scene.
People from various families in the southern border gathered in Gusu City.
The entire Gusu City has gradually developed into a "fortress". Almost all the useless people in the city have been cleared out. Anyone who remains will play a vital role in the coming war.
From those in power to ordinary soldiers, they all share the same belief, that is, they share the same hatred of the enemy, fight against Qin Feng, and win the next war, which is related to the danger of the entire southern border.
Lin Wenwan, the Lin family members, and a group of generals stood on the city gate tower, looking at the troops and horses that kept coming, their eyes full of fighting spirit.
"Madam, now, there are more than 40,000 troops stationed in Gusu City, and there are still 20,000 troops in various fortresses in the rear."
"A total of 60,000 people are waiting for the army that is about to move south. Although we cannot say that we are guaranteed to win, we have at least a 50-50 chance of victory."
"According to time calculation, today is Qin Feng's wedding day."
"As the saying goes, people feel refreshed when happy events happen. Besides, Qin Feng still married three beautiful women in one go, so he will inevitably feel proud."
"By then, Qin Feng, who claims to be invincible in a hundred battles, will definitely suffer a bloody blow in Gusu City. This will be the first battle he loses, and it will also be the battle that will never make him stand up again!"
Zhao Chi, the governor of Jiangnan who had long since rebelled, seemed to have high fighting spirit.
He relied on the cultivation of the Lin family to get to where he is today, so he is naturally very grateful to the Lin family.
And rather than obeying the imperial court, he would rather be a "local emperor" here.
Lin Wenwan listened to Zhao Chi's "encouraging" remarks, but remained unmoved, not even the slightest ripple in her eyes.
"Master Zhao, Qin Feng should not be underestimated."
"Whether it's the Battle of Beidi or the fact that Emperor Liang left full power to Qin Feng to deal with the southern border, it is enough to prove this person's ability."
"Although a newlywed husband is prone to being high-spirited, what does this have to do with us?"
"We must not bet the outcome of this war on the enemy's mistakes."
"We just need to do our best and be fully prepared so that we can have the last laugh in this war."
Of course Zhao Chi knew Lin Wenwan's abilities, and he also understood that Qin Feng was by no means a good person.
But now, all the soldiers and horses in the southern border are afraid because of Qin Feng's outstanding military exploits in Beidi.
Being timid before fighting is a taboo for military strategists, so Zhao Chi must belittle Qin Feng to boost military morale.
Just belittling is not enough!
Zhao Chi showed a ferocious sneer: "As early as half a month ago, I was preparing a gift for Qin Feng. By the time of Qin Feng's bridal chamber, the gift will be delivered."
"Hahaha, I have admired Qin Feng for a long time, so naturally I want to be the icing on the cake for his wedding!"
Hearing this, Lin Wenwan sighed quietly in her heart, although she didn't express it at all on the surface.
At this time, we should do our best to consolidate the city defense and prepare the army for war.
Any provocative move other than a vigorous military effort would be redundant.
If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Chi held military power, Lin Wenwan would have suppressed his "crooked ways" no matter what.
Almost at the same time, a caravan entered Fuyun County, Gyeonggi Province.
There are more than a hundred people in this caravan, pulling more than a dozen carriages, and it is very large in scale.
Since the caravan did it as a "gift from Qin Feng" and was trying to disperse wealth along the way, it did not encounter any difficulties and entered Fuyun County smoothly.
But if you look closely and carefully, you can find that something seems wrong with the people escorting the caravan.
Logically speaking, when going out for business, due to the long distance, most of the people escorting the convoy are young and strong men, and there are almost no old, weak, women and children.
But there were more than a dozen women in this motorcade!
At first glance, there seems to be nothing strange about these women sitting in a carriage.
But their feet, which were hidden in their long skirts, were tied under the carriage with ropes.
In addition, there were more than thirty men following the carriage, assuming a "push cart" posture. Their hands were also bound by ropes and fixed to the carriage.
Although the remaining people in the convoy all dressed up as businessmen or servants, they were actually guards escorting the convoy.
The convoy marched slowly along the official road. After a while, a young man was seen riding a horse.
When they were far away, the young man waved his hands and shouted: "Five miles ahead, there are only traces of pedestrians."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man in charge of leading the team immediately ordered to stop advancing. With a wink, the soldiers disguised as servants of the merchants untied the more than thirty men from the carriage and escorted them together. Go to the center of the official road.
More than thirty people lined up in a row, all kneeling on the ground.
The young commander leading the team was not worried at all about these people escaping. The reason was simple. The women tied up in the carriage were either their wives or mothers.
As soon as these men run away, the women on the carriage will be slaughtered immediately.
The young commander put his hands behind his back and said seriously: "If you want to blame, blame your own bad luck. We are also following orders."
"Do it!"
Following the order, the soldiers immediately pulled out the nearby kitchen knives or hatchets from under the carriage, and beheaded one by one the innocent people who were kneeling to die.
When the blood stained the official road red, they turned back to the carriage and took the women to the execution ground.
The women looked at their close relatives, with their heads and bodies missing, and could no longer bear it, and kept wailing hysterically.
"Why! Why are you so cruel!"
"We are just ordinary people, why are there so many of us?"
"You beasts who have been stabbed a thousand times will not die well."
Faced with the woman's curse, the young commander remained unmoved.
