great-warnovel Chapter 101 It wasn't an enemy attack, I need to take her to... warm her up...
Chapter 101 It wasn't an enemy attack, I need to take her to... warm her up...
"Want to work? That depends on whether they're destined to do it."
Qin Lie snorted coldly and gently patted Su Wan's lower back with his large hand, as if soothing a frightened kitten, but his murderous aura did not diminish in the slightest.
"Third brother!"
He shouted into the megaphone, and his voice traveled through the copper pipe throughout the entire fortification.
"Don't waste your breath on them. If they dare to take another step forward, kill them without mercy."
……
An eerie tension hung in the air around the fortifications.
There's no sense of tension or deadly battle between two armies here; instead, there's a certain...
The food smells good?
Yes, the food smells delicious.
Tonight is Qin Family Fortress's "extra meal day".
To reward the twins and the third child for working tirelessly for days, Su Wan specially took out half a black pork from her spatial storage and stewed it in a large iron pot in the kitchen for two whole hours.
The braised pork belly was made with the finest rock sugar for coloring, and star anise, cinnamon, and bay leaves were added. It was then simmered over low heat until the sauce thickened, so that every piece of meat was coated in a glossy, thick sauce, trembling and incredibly fragrant.
At this moment, the domineering aroma of meat, carried by the north wind, brazenly entered the noses of the group of barbarian men below the city.
"Gurgle..."
Huh, the leader of this group of barbarian refugees, was trembling with the blunted scimitar in his hand.
He hasn't had a proper meal in three days.
For the past few days, they have been wandering the snowfields like wild dogs, gnawing on tree bark and eating grass roots, and even having to guard against raids by other tribes.
I thought I'd risk everything tonight to storm this incredibly wealthy "Qin Family Fortress," grab some food, and run.
But who could have imagined...
Before the fight even started, I was completely under the influence of this damn aroma!
What the hell does this taste like?
It's a hundred times more fragrant than the whole roasted lamb they have during their tribal sacrifices!
"B-Big Brother..." The henchman swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the towering wall, practically green with envy. "That smells like meat, right? It's meat, isn't it? It smells like pork... no, like dragon meat!"
Huhe gritted his teeth, his stomach rumbling with cravings.
He wanted to yell "Charge!" but when he opened his mouth, all that came out was saliva.
Just then.
Suddenly, a row of dazzling biogas lamps lit up on the wall.
The lights were as bright as day, instantly illuminating the barbarian soldiers below the city, leaving them nowhere to hide.
"Wow, there are quite a lot of people."
A lazy, slightly mocking female voice drifted down from the top of the wall.
Madam Liu was seen holding an exquisite round fan (even in the dead of winter, she would hold it to look stylish), and wearing a bright red down jacket (a gift from Su Wan). She was leaning on the wall, watching the scene below as if it were a monkey show.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Madam Liu's eyes were filled with disdain, but her sense of superiority was practically overflowing:
"Look at this bunch of hungry ghosts. Huh, is that you? I remember you. You were quite arrogant last time you were selling hides in the county town. What? You've fallen on hard times now?"
Huhe's face flushed red; he wanted to retort, but he lacked the strength.
Madam Liu covered her nose with her fan, as if she could smell the sour stench from below:
"Don't blame me for not warning you. The women inside are 'goddesses' from heaven; the meat inside is 'offering' for the gods."
She pointed to the brightly lit fortress behind her:
"Want some? Throw away the knife. Crawl over here on your knees."
"Perhaps... if the goddess is in a good mood, she might reward you with a bowl of dishwater."
humiliation!
Naked humiliation!
The barbarian soldiers instantly flew into a rage, gripping their swords tightly. Death is acceptable, but dishonor is not!
however--
"Bang!"
A loud bang.
The third brother, Qin Meng, carrying a porcelain basin larger than a washbasin, jumped directly onto the wall.
The pot is piled high with braised pork.
Steaming hot, with a bright red color, each piece glistened enticingly under the light.
Qin Meng was shirtless, his bare upper body bulging with muscles that steamed in the cold wind. He held a large piece of meat in his hand, deliberately making slurping noises as he ate it.
"Smack! Smack!"
He chewed heartily, the sound of the soft, chewy skin and the lean meat soaked in broth bursting between his teeth carried clearly to the ears of every barbarian soldier on the night wind.
This is nothing short of spiritual torture!
"Delicious! It's fucking delicious!"
While eating, Qin Meng shouted indistinctly:
"My sister-in-law's meat is so delicious! Even a god wouldn't trade it for this!"
As he spoke, he suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked down.
Those large, copper-bell-shaped eyes swept over Hu He, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Want some?"
He picked out a piece of meat from the basin, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, still dripping with sauce.
A flick of the wrist.
"Clatter!"
The piece of meat traced an arc and landed precisely on the snow at Huh's feet.
It even bounced twice.
"Call me 'Grandma'."
Qin Meng looked down at them as if he were toying with a pack of stray dogs.
"That sounds nice. My sister-in-law is kind-hearted; she'll give you a mouthful of swill."
Huhe stared at the piece of braised pork at his feet, which was covered with a little snow foam but still smelled delicious.
His reason screamed: Pick it up! It's flesh! It's life!
His dignity roared: Don't pick it up! If you do, you're not a man!
In that very moment of internal struggle between heaven and man.
"Squeak—"
That heavy, seemingly unopenable black iron gate.
Suddenly a crack appeared.
All eyes were instantly drawn to it.
A figure dressed in a snow-white fox fur coat slowly walked out.
There were no entourages, no swords or spears.
She was all alone.
Su Wan.
She was like a snow lotus blooming on an icy plain, so pure that it took one's breath away.
The fox fur coat was spotless, making her small face appear even smaller than a palm, her skin as white as snow, and her eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a painting.
She stood quietly at the doorway, with the brightly lit fortress behind her and the dirty and chaotic refugee camp in front of her.
The stark visual contrast stunned all the barbarian soldiers.
This is... the "celestial being" that Madam Liu spoke of?
Is this the "sister-in-law" that Master Qin mentioned?
Huhe looked at Su Wan.
The most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life was the chief's daughter from the tribe, whose face was flushed from the high altitude.
But this one in front of me...
She was too clean.
So clean that even a glance at the knife in his hand made him feel disgusted by how dirty he was.
Su Wan's gaze swept across the entire room.
There was no fear, no disgust, only a kind of...compassionate peace.
That look in his eyes was like a god looking down upon all living beings.
"Put the knife down."
Her voice was soft and gentle, yet exceptionally clear in the cold wind.
"There's hot porridge here."
This is a very simple sentence.
For these beasts, who had been starving for three days and were struggling on the brink of death, this was undoubtedly a heavy blow.
Sharper than swords and blades, more deadly than braised pork.
"Clang!"
I don't know who let go first.
The first scimitar fell to the ground.
Followed by.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The sounds of countless swords and blades falling to the ground blended together.
Huh's knees trembled as he looked at the woman standing in the light.
He suddenly realized how ridiculous his previous thoughts had been.
robbery?
Blasphemy?
Under that gaze, all he wanted was...atonement.
"Thump!"
Huhe's knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the snow.
He bowed his head deeply towards Su Wan, his forehead pressed against the cold snow:
"Aunt...Grandma..."
"Please, give me a bite to eat..."
As the leader knelt down, hundreds of burly men behind him knelt down in unison, as if a mountain of gold had been pushed over and a jade pillar had been overturned.
The dark mass of people bowed down to that petite figure in the snowy night.
How could this be an enemy attack?
This is clearly... a large-scale pilgrimage site.
On the city floor.
As Qin Lie watched the scene below, his grip on Su Wan's shoulder tightened suddenly.
The force was so great that Su Wan frowned slightly.
"Big brother?"
She looked up, only to meet Qin Lie's unfathomable eyes.
The murderous intent that was surging there was no longer present.
Rather, it was an intense, almost overwhelming... possessiveness.
That was his darling.
She was his precious treasure.
Now, she is being stared at by these hundreds of stinky men with eyes full of fanaticism, worship, and even a desire to give her their lives.
I'm very unhappy.
"Jiaojiao".
Qin Lie suddenly bent down and scooped Su Wan up in his arms.
His armor was digging into Su Wan's skin and it hurt a little, but he didn't care and wrapped her up completely from head to toe in his large black cloak.
Not even a single hair could be seen by the people below.
"Since you've knelt, you're a slave."
Qin Lie turned around, picked her up, and strode back, his voice as cold as ice:
"This servant...is not worthy to look at his master."
"go home."
"Big brother is hungry."
Nestled in his arms, Su Wan sensed the jealousy in his tone and couldn't help but secretly curl the corners of her lips into a smile.
"What would you like to eat, big brother?"
"Braised pork?"
Qin Lie paused in his steps.
I want to...eat...you.