Chapter 15 — Praying for Tham Yen Tri Binh A

She walked to the battlements, picked up a crossbow, and pulled the trigger. It was so smooth that she was stunned. On the night of September thirteenth, there was a strong wind. When patrolling the city wall, she discovered that all the battlements exposed to the wind had been covered with thick felt. Tham Yen Tri walked around the citadel wall, sealing off any drafty places on her patrol route. There was still night dew on the felt fabric. On the afternoon of the fourteenth of September, So Lang Yen returned from patrolling the citadel and smelled the fragrance from afar. Tham Yen Tri stood in front of the tent door, holding a bowl in his hand, with a plate on top. She walked over and picked up the plate. Inside is a bowl of wontons, with chili oil floating on the soup, and minced ginger next to it. She picked up the bowl, bowed her head and looked for a long time. "...Since when have you been studying?" "Two days now. Studying with Mr. Trieu in the kitchen." He paused for a moment, "There is no wonton restaurant in the Bac Canh camp. I think you probably haven't had any for three years." So Lang Yen did not answer. She picked up the bowl and took a sip of soup, the chili oil was so spicy that her eye sockets felt hot. She took another bite of the wonton. Thin skin, full filling, the flavor of the Imperial Sutra. While chewing, her mind rolled up all the old stories. Sneaking away from Quoc Tu Giam, pulling his sleeve and running to the wonton shop. He said no, he followed her every time. She sprinkled minced ginger into his bowl. He frowned and said it was spicy, but next time he wouldn't miss it. At that time, she thought that they had the rest of their lives to continue arguing like that. Then she suddenly got married, came to Bac Canh, and hadn't eaten a bowl of wontons in three years. So Lang Yen swallowed the third wonton and looked up at Tham Yen Tri. He stood in the sunset. The moonlight white sleeve was stained with flour, and there was another knife mark on her finger, waiting for her to speak. "Wait until the battle is over, return to De Kinh to eat at the old man's restaurant. That restaurant is the best." Tham Yen Tri looked at her, the corner of his lips curled slightly: "...Okay." So Lang Yen stuffed the empty bowl into his hand, turned around, opened the curtain and walked in. Tham Yen Tri held the bowl and stood on the spot. He placed the bowl on the wooden box next to him, took two steps forward, and stood outside the curtain, without lifting it. His voice came through the curtain, not loud. But each word was like a fear that had been suppressed for too long, finally finding a way out. "So Lang Yen. September 16th, no matter what happens, you must be by my side." Just waking up, So Lang Yen discovered that Tham Yen Tri was not okay. Today the sky in the North Canh is dark and scary. His face was even darker than the sky, but the food box was still placed in front of the door as usual, and the water bag was filled just enough. When she lifted the curtain, he was squatting outside cleaning his crossbow, next to his hand was a row of crossbow arrows, the tips of the arrows were wiped shiny. So Lang Yen squatted down and looked at him. His eyes were filled with blood. "You didn't sleep last night." She reached out and snatched the crossbow from his hand, "How many days have you been awake in a row? Look in the mirror and look at your eyes, they're as red as rabbits." Tham Yen Tri took the crossbow back and continued to wipe it. So Lang Yen sighed, broke half of the cake and stuffed it into his mouth: "Eat. You put your hungry stomach on the city wall, I still have to distract myself and take care of it." Tham Yen Tri chewed the cake and looked up at her. His eyes glanced at the spot where the scar had not yet appeared on her face and then moved away. His fingers trembled slightly. Not because of the cold, not because of fatigue, but because of fear. She saw it but did not expose it. She stood up, filled the water bag with hot water and stuffed it into his hand. The voice was deliberately casual, but a little softer than usual. "I have already arranged everything in your dream. The East gate changed defenses early at Mao time, the underground guards on the North gate's spear route were increased by two teams, an additional team of bows and crossbows was kept on the wall, all the holes in the battlements that were exposed to drafts were covered with cloth.

Begged." She looked at him, her eyes not avoiding: "I will follow everything you say, without missing a word. Is that enough?” “Enough.” He replied. “Okay then. Today you follow me closely, don't get lost." She put the crossbow on her waist, turned around and walked towards the city wall. After walking a few steps, she stopped and turned to look at him. "Tham Yen Tri, what you said will not happen. I guarantee you. "Three hours Mao, the military report came. The people of Bac Di launched a diversionary attack from the Dong gate. There were not many people, but the formation was very wide, clearly exploring the defense line. So Lang Yen stood on the wall looking down, her finger lightly tapping twice on the battlements. If it was normal, she would lead a small team to chase out, fight quickly and win quickly. But today she did not do that. "Send the order down. The army keeps the Dong gate in place, no pursuit." Having finished speaking to the deputy general, she turned her head to look at Tham Yen Tri. He stood next to the shell hole, the crossbow in his hand was cocked, his lips pursed into a line. So Lang Yen moved half a step closer to him, the back of his hand gently touched the back of his hand. His fingers were cold, he immediately grabbed her hand. The strength was not strong but he refused to let go. She did not withdraw her hand, let him hold it for a moment, then gently grasped it and let go. out, continued to command the crossbow team to attack. An hour later, the Bac Di people retreated, and two hours later they came again, this time from Bac Mon.