Chapter 16 — Praying for Tham Yen Tri Binh A

So Lang Yen stood on the citadel wall and looked down. The front of the mountain gate was a diversion, the side around the spear road, completely consistent with her guess, but there were twice as many people as expected. Her fingers slowly tightened on the pearl hole. A stray arrow flew in from outside the apricot hole, grazed the sideburns next to her ear and pinned it to the flag staff behind. Before she could react, he yanked her back. The pull was so great that she staggered and bumped into his back. "It's just a stray arrow." Her voice was gentle. So Lang Yen stood behind him, looking at his tense face and the fingers holding her arm trembling slightly, not moving away. She moved half a step forward, standing behind his shoulder: "I'm fine. Look, not even a hair is missing." While speaking, a heavy crashing sound was heard below the city wall. So Lang Yen's face changed. Just as she was about to dispatch the archers, Tham Yen Tri grabbed the spare crossbow next to her before her. He pulled the trigger, the crossbow arrow hit the person pushing the hammer to attack the city. The second shot immediately flew out, then the third. The speed at which he changed names was so fast that her back went cold. Draw the arrow, cock the string, aim, pull the trigger, four seamless movements as one. Even the most elite archers of the Northern Landscape army are not necessarily as fast as him. After the siege hammer was pushed back, she leaned against the battlements hole, breathing heavily, turning her head to look at him. The blue veins on his hand holding the crossbow were clearly visible, his knuckles were white. "Are you a prince or a veteran?" She asked. Tham Yen Tri did not answer. He lowered his head to look at his hand holding the crossbow and then looked up at her. That look was very deep, as if it had penetrated through her to see another battlement hole, another section of the city wall, another battle that he had not come to in time. "After fighting this battle, we'll talk." His fingers slowly relaxed on the crossbow. But his eyes still stayed on her, as if afraid that in just a second she would disappear from his sight. So Lang Yen quickly adjusted the bow and crossbow formation, sending half of the reserve troops in the East gate to fill the gap in the North gate. The sky was getting darker and darker, the attack of the Bac Di people became more and more fierce with each wave. The clouds pressed lower and lower, and thunder sounded vaguely in the distance, as if the heavens were also waiting for the outcome of this battle. Tham Yen Tri did not leave her even half a step. She took a step, he followed. She bent down to check the crossbow machine, he stood next to her, blocking the battlements hole. She talked to the deputy general, he stood slightly behind her, staring at the back of her head. A wave of Northern Di troops climbed up from the western part of the citadel wall. The sound of the rope hook hitting the battlements was like fingernails scraping through a stone slab. When So Lang Yen drew his sword and rushed forward, Tham Yen Tri also attacked from the side. His swordsmanship was much neater than in her memories. She cleared the last enemy and climbed up, breathing heavily and turning to look at him. He stood under the moonlight, holding a sword, the tip dripping with blood. The moonlight white sleeve was slashed but did not damage the skin. "When did your swordsmanship become so good?" When she was in De Kinh, her swordsmanship was one level better than his. But with just a few moves, it was clear that he had surpassed her. It is ruthlessness honed on the battlefield. Each sword knows where to stab most critically, each sword does not waste even half of its strength. Tham Yen Tri lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand. He just raised his eyes and was about to say something when his pupils suddenly shrank and he immediately rushed towards her. So Lang Yen was slammed into by him, the whole person fell backwards. The back of his head hit the crag-holed cliff, making a deep sound. Before she could cry out in pain, he pressed her under her. A crossbow arrow flew past the spot where she had just stood, sticking into the rock crevice behind him, the arrow's tail still vibrating. Right after that, the second wave of crossbow arrows

two shot up from under the city wall, densely like heavy rain hitting the ground. Tham Yen Tri covered her entire body underneath, using his back to block the direction of the pearl hole. The sound of arrows being pinned to the cliff rang out continuously. Rubble fell on her face, and she heard him groan softly. "Tham Yen Tri!" So Lang Yen struggled to push him away. He held her shoulders tightly, not letting her move. She felt his body shake violently. An arrow grazed his left shoulder, slicing through his clothes and skin. Warm blood flowed down his arm, dripping onto her battle robe, forming a small dark patch. He let out a very soft groan, so soft that she almost didn't hear it. But he did not avoid it, he remained firmly in front of her, using his body to cover the entire direction of the battlement hole. The rain of arrows stopped. So Lang Yen crawled up from the ground and saw that the clothes on Tham Yen Tri's left shoulder had been soaked in a large red patch of blood. Blood flowed down her arm, dripping onto her battle robe. She tore off the flap of her battle robe and pressed hard on his wound. Blood quickly seeped through the fabric. "Are you sick? Why are you blocking me? You're a prince, what are you blocking?" Her voice trembled until she couldn't make a sound. Tham Yen Tri leaned against the apricot hole, her face pale from blood loss. But he looked at her and smiled. "In the previous life, there was no chance to block it. This life finally caught up."