Chapter 8 Battlefield Sentiment

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  Ye Feng brought Diana back to the watchtower and found Oola. The three of them sat down together on the rooftop.

  Diana hesitated for a moment, playing with the dagger, intending to return it to Ye Feng. But due to her warrior nature, she couldn't bear to part with such a sharp weapon.

  Ye Feng looked at him and said: "Do you like this dagger? I'll give it to you. Consider it an apology for offending you in the past."

  Diana hesitated for a moment, the dagger in her fingers pausing slightly. She tilted her head to look at Ye Feng and said with a smile: "Thanks so much, it seems you're not too annoying after all."

  Oola hugged the crossbow and came over, flattering and saying: "I also like this crossbow very much."

  Diana angrily and playfully knocked on his head, scolding: "Let your sister find someone to do it for you, don't always think about taking advantage of others' things."

  Ou La pouted and muttered a few words under her breath.

  "Are you all right?" A clear voice came over. The three of them looked up to see Nia leading a few generals in an inspection tour.

  The three of them hastily stood up. Oola raised the crossbow in her hand and excitedly said, "We're doing great, sis! You know? Just now, I personally shot and injured more than twenty bad guys. Huh? What's wrong with you?"

  He abruptly stopped speaking and swept his gaze across the crowd, seeing that everyone's eyes were fixed on the dagger in Diana's hand.

  Niya's eyes showed a complex expression.

  Ye Feng was new to the land of Gui and didn't know that in Norman customs, a dagger or short sword was the most important part of the groom's gift, symbolizing God's protection for his wife and mother. Especially among the nobility, betrothal gifts and dowries often included exquisite weapons. Ye Feng's dagger had proven its sharpness in the battle just now, which everyone had witnessed.

  Its value far exceeds that of a gold-plated, gemstone-encrusted showpiece.

  General Lei couldn't help but have tears streaming down his face. He wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "I really didn't think I'd be able to see my daughter get married alive. Even if I die the next moment, I can close my eyes in peace. I can go see her deceased mother with a clear conscience."

  Diana's face turned red. She said loudly, "You're wrong. It wasn't like that at all." Seeing the skeptical glances of the crowd, she suddenly felt a wave of panic and hastily ran down from the city wall.

  General Lei looked at her back and sighed, "My little Diana has finally grown up, she actually knows how to be shy now. I still remember the last time she was shy was when she was five years old. She was so ashamed of wetting her bed that she didn't eat all day."

  Diana's foot slipped, and she almost fell directly from the city wall. Seeing the angry gaze that could kill people thrown by his daughter, General Lei scratched his head and asked in a low voice to the person beside him: "What did I say wrong again?"

  Ye Feng didn't understand what was going on yet, but he knew they had made a mistake. Just as he was about to open his mouth to explain

  General Lei put his arm around his shoulder and said as they walked, "When do you plan to hold the wedding? How about tomorrow? Or tonight? It seems a bit rushed. But it doesn't matter, I've already prepared everything for the dowry ten years ago. You don't have to look at me with such admiration, this is what a father should do, and when you have children in the future, you'll do the same..."

  Ouyang saw Ye Feng's awkward situation and couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic, so he quickly walked over to explain a few sentences.

  Lei Jiang let go of Ye Feng in disappointment and said, "Is that all? Won't you reconsider? After being together for a long time, you'll find out that she's actually quite good."

  Ye Feng smiled wryly and said, "That's something you'd say after being together for a long time."

  General Lei was overjoyed, stretched out his hand and shook hands with him forcefully, as if they had just made a deal, saying: "Good, so let's settle it this way."

  Nia gently bit her lip, staring blankly at their backs, standing still and silent, lost in thought.

  Oola saw her and walked over with concern, asking: "Sister, what's wrong?"

  Niya snapped back to reality, stomped her foot impatiently and said loudly: "Mind your own business." She raised her hand to give him a slap on the head. Oola instinctively covered his head with his hands, but after waiting for half a day, there was no movement. He quietly opened one eye and saw Niya let out a soft sigh before turning around and walking away.

  Ou La put down her arm, looking at her somewhat lonely shadow, as if she understood something. Looking up at the moon that had just risen, she shrugged her shoulders in a manner similar to Ye Feng's and said in a tone that was full of life experience: "Ah! Love? Hmph! Love."

  Night falls.

  The watchtowers of Xiniya City and the pirates' camp were lit up with flickering bonfires, and vague figures moved about in the firelight. The soldiers of the garrison were all wrapped in blankets, sleeping on the city walls.

  The pirates did not retreat due to their daytime losses, which means that the battle will continue whether people like it or not.

  Because of the large number of damaged weapons in battle, the iron forge in the city was burning brightly, and the sound of hammering on metal rang out incessantly.

  Ye Feng held a torch high in his hand and strode hastily along the street.

  "Wait for me." Oola said closely following behind Ye Feng's back, "We've been fighting all day, aren't you tired at all?"

  Ye Feng heard the words and stopped, sighed and said: "Tired, very tired. But I don't want to die. Especially not at the hands of a bunch of rubbish ancient pirates. Today they failed to attack the city but did not withdraw, what does this mean?"

  He paused, seeing Eula's bewildered expression, and continued patiently: "This means that tomorrow they will definitely launch a larger-scale attack. Until this castle is taken down, there will be no peace. There may even be pirate reinforcements."

  Oola shivered with a cold sweat, looking around cautiously as if pirates were lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce on them at any moment. He saw Ye Feng walking ahead and hastily followed him, asking: "Where are we going?"

  Ye Feng pointed to the sign of the ironwork shop next door and then walked in.

  He curiously stuck his head in and saw Ye Feng whispering to the blacksmith for a few sentences, then the two of them quarreled again. In the end, the two people shook hands and made peace, Ye Feng took out a money bag, dug out a silver coin and handed it over to the blacksmith's hand.

  He looked at the money bag with unbearable heartache, and couldn't help but secretly clench his fists. It was all his private savings, which Ye Feng had swindled away from him under the condition of telling a story.

  Oola asked: "What did you just ask the blacksmith to make for you?"

  "Nails and horseshoes." Ye Feng thought for a moment, even if he didn't tell him, he could find out from the blacksmith anyway, so he might as well be straightforward.

  He pulled out a piece of parchment from his bosom and unfolded it in front of Oola. By the light of the torches at the doorway, Oola saw that it was covered with strange symbols.

  Euler pointed curiously at one of them and asked: "What is this thing that looks like a saddle?"

  "This is a saddle." Ye Feng smiled and added, "A high-bridge saddle. It allows the knight sitting on the horse to swing and strike without falling off and breaking his neck while running."

  "How about this one?"

  "Stirrup." Ye Feng suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, do you know where the carpenter and leatherworker are?"

  "Of course." Oola patted her chest and said, "This is my home after all."

  Ou La ran around the city with Ye Feng for a big circle, busy until midnight and finally couldn't hold on, fell asleep on a pile of straw. He didn't know how long he had slept before being roughly shaken awake by someone.

  "What's going on? It's still dark, let me sleep a bit longer." He rubbed his eyes and found that it was still dark, the night sky was full of stars, and he grumbled discontentedly. He turned over and wanted to continue sleeping.

  At this moment, he suddenly saw a strange and terrifying black thing beside him. He was so frightened that he shouted loudly: "Wh...what is it?" and immediately crawled into the haystack.

  Ye Feng hastily grabbed him, made a silencing gesture with his hand and whispered: "Don't shout. It's me."

  Ou La stopped when he heard his voice and asked in doubt: "Ye... Ye Feng?"

  Ye Feng took off his helmet and grinned, saying: "It's me."

  Eura looked at him carefully up and down in the distant firelight, saying: "You look strange somehow."

  Only saw Ye Feng's entire body wrapped in a full two layers of armor, and every time he moved, the iron plates on the armor would collide with each other, making a clattering sound.

  Behind him followed a war horse, also draped in specially made thick leather armor. On the horse's back was placed a saddle with two high pommels, and behind the horse's buttocks was attached a nine-foot-long extended war spear.

  People and horses were all smeared with dark red paint, as if they had been soaked in fresh blood, looking exceptionally terrifying. At night, walking on the main street, it would suddenly scare to death those who were timid.

  Yefeng smiled and said: "Don't mind those things now, I have something that needs your help to do."