Chapter Ten: The Arrival of Death

The next day, before dawn, we set out with the main army. Seventeen and I rode in a carriage, and Zhu Di had assigned a small squad of soldiers to accompany and protect us around the carriage.

I looked outside; the scene was truly magnificent. Rows upon rows of soldiers marched in perfect order—tens of thousands of them, stretching for miles.

A layer of snow covered the ground, and the entire formation moved without a sound, save for the echoing clatter of hooves in the stillness. This was truly the army of the Prince of Yan—exceptionally well-trained! With such discipline, it would be difficult for the enemy to detect our approach.

The wind and snow grew heavier, blanketing everything in white and obscuring the path ahead. We were at the rear of the formation, unable to see Zhu Di and the others.

What is war really like? Growing up in times of peace, I had only ever seen battles in books and on television. Who would have thought that I would soon be facing a great battle in person?

Though soldiers guarded us, I was still frightened. I didn’t have to fight, but what if the enemy discovered us?

I had decided to act according to the situation. If danger arose, I would find a place to hide immediately. After all, we would win this battle. Once the fighting ended, Seventeen and I would look for Zhu Di. There was no help we could offer on the battlefield—survival was the priority.

Toward evening, we reached Yidu. Despite marching through the snow for nearly a full day, the soldiers showed no signs of fatigue; instead, they were excited, eager for the fight ahead!

Everyone was impatient. After months in the northern desert, the decisive battle would take place tonight.

I stepped down from the carriage and gazed into the distance where faint fires flickered—it had to be the camp of Nair Buhua. Among the crowd, I spotted Zhu Di’s familiar figure. Tonight, he would achieve great glory and fame!

I wondered if he would follow the course recorded in history.

The records say: “The army arrived at Yidu, separated from the Yuan forces by only a sandbank, yet they remained undetected. Despite the heavy troops pressing the border, Zhu Di sought a clever victory. He sent the general Guantong to the enemy camp to persuade surrender. Guantong and Nair Buhua were old acquaintances. While negotiating, the Ming army already overwhelmed the Yuan forces. Nair Buhua attempted to flee on horseback, but Guantong assured him these were the Prince of Yan’s troops and invited him to surrender in the Ming camp. Receiving generous hospitality, Nair Buhua was deeply moved and led his tribe, along with their horses, camels, cattle, and sheep, to join the Ming army.”

As I pondered this, a soldier nearby said to me, “Please return to the carriage, Divine Maiden. His Highness has ordered the attack to begin!”

Sure enough, the sounds of battle came from afar as the entire force surged forward. Though it was dark and I could not see clearly, I felt the murderous intent in the air. Soon, the stench of blood filled the surroundings, accompanied by shouts and the clash of weapons.

I hid inside the carriage, clutching Seventeen tightly, not daring to move. Nair Buhua should have surrendered by now—does that mean the battle is nearly over?

Please, let it end soon, I prayed silently.

Suddenly, I sensed movement outside the carriage. The soldiers guarding me drew their swords!

Then, the chaotic sound of approaching hooves grew louder. Oh no! We had been discovered! The enemy was heading this way!

My heart pounded as I held Seventeen close and whispered in his ear, “Seventeen, run! Go find the Prince of Yan! There’s still a chance for us—go quickly!”

He struggled, “I won’t leave! I want to protect you!”

I pushed him away, my expression grave. “Listen to me, this battle won’t last long. Go find His Highness and have him send help! The soldiers here can hold them off for a while. Please, go now!”

Seeing him hesitate, I shoved him from the carriage, “If you don’t run now, it will be too late!”

“Divine Maiden!” Seventeen called out desperately before turning toward the army and disappearing into the darkness.

I hoped I was making the right choice. If he could reach the Prince of Yan, there was still hope. Staying here meant certain death. If I went down with them, I would be a burden and likely captured alive.

Peering through a crack, I saw we had been surrounded.

Only a handful of soldiers guarded the carriage—no match for the approaching Mongol cavalry. Soon, fierce fighting broke out. The few soldiers swung their swords wildly, but how long could they hold? Gradually, several were wounded, struggling to defend themselves!

Then I saw the Mongol leader strike one soldier with a brutal blow, blood gushing as the man was cleaved in two. He collapsed, his hands still twitching!

“Ahhhhh!” I screamed, a piercing sound I had never made before. The horror before me nearly made me faint.

I could not stand to watch more die.

I leapt from the carriage and shouted at the Mongols, “Stop!”

I charged toward their leader, picked up a fallen sword, and pointed it at him. “I am the Divine Maiden appointed by the Prince of Yan. Release them, and I will come with you.”

They halted, and the soldiers gathered around me. “Divine Maiden, you can’t go with them!” they pleaded.

I smiled faintly. “It’s all right—we have won. The Grand Commander has surrendered. They only want to negotiate terms with His Highness by capturing me.”

Then I lowered my voice. “I don’t want any more of you to get hurt on my account. Let me go; nothing will happen to me. Seventeen has already gone to find His Highness. Help will arrive soon.”

The Mongol leader studied me and said to his men, “Take her away.”

Two men approached, bound my hands with rope, and tied the other end to a horse’s tail.

They mounted and turned the horse around.

“Divine Maiden!” the soldiers behind me called out in fear.

“Go!” The horse galloped forward with such force that I was dragged across the ground.

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