After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

The saint's figure was immersed in the sparse moonlight. The little girl in her arms buried her head deeply in her mother's arms, her little shoulders slightly shaking.

It's her daughter.

He left her at birth.

Feng Mian never thought that there would be a day when mother and daughter would be reunited.

There is a natural closeness between mother and daughter, and they became familiar with each other in a short time.

The white-haired young man walked in under the moonlight, his face originally full of gloom, but when he looked at the mother and daughter, he changed his expression to one that was as friendly as possible.

His black boots stopped not far from the mother and daughter who had been reunited after a long separation.

The little girl heard the noise, rushed towards him and hugged his legs.

Xie Tan's brows relaxed, he leaned over to pick her up, and took out the Xiyan Everlasting Flower from his arms, "Ajia Ruo, I'll give it back to you."

"Uncle is so amazing. He can make mother appear with flowers." Ajiaruo took the flowers, squinted her eyes and smiled.

Xie Tan said nothing, strode over and handed the little girl to her mother.

Feng Mian really couldn't figure out what this great general from the Central Plains was thinking. When he was silent, his stern features were frightening, but just now he had a carefree and somewhat naive look towards Ajia Ruo.

He did not use his daughter to threaten her, but returned her to her.

Xie Tan noticed her gaze and turned his head to look at her. "What do you want to say?"

"Why don't you use her to threaten me? You obviously already know the importance of the Privet Tribe to the tribes in the North."

He raised his eyebrows and curled the corners of his mouth slightly, "Didn't you say that it's useless to threaten you with her?"

"..."

"I wouldn't go so far as to make a fuss about a child." Xie Tan said.

He lost his mother at a young age and could best understand the pain of being without a mother's protection. He thought that by capturing Feng Mian he could command the tribes in the northern border, but he didn't expect to bring out Ajia Ruo.

He could not do such a wicked thing as holding his children hostage to force their mother under the gaze of those innocent eyes.

What's more, no matter what Feng Mian said, they would not listen to her completely.

"Then what are you going to do?" Feng Mian asked.

"That's all for you to worry about," he said.

As he was talking, there was a commotion outside the tent, and the guards came hurriedly to report: "General! There are refugees outside in trouble!"

His eyes were filled with dark colors, and his face was gloomy. "Let's go."

In fact, he had known for a long time that there were refugees coming to cause trouble, but he didn't expect them to come so soon.

The crisis caused by malicious hoarding of food has not been eliminated, but it is not so pressing.

All this seems to be controlled by an invisible big hand.

After successfully recovering those tribes in the north that were unwilling to submit to Dazhao, Xie Tan once issued a clear order: all tribes willing to surrender should be regarded as subjects of Dazhao, and the Northern Border Army is not allowed to use violence against civilians.

Where are the civilians then?

It's not just civilians.

It was obvious that someone was inciting the people to force him to submit.

"You rebels are causing chaos in our northern border! Get out of here and return to the Central Plains!" Someone with a loud voice shouted outside the camp.

"We haven't eaten for several days! We are forced to leave our homes and move to other cities. Why? You will bring war when you come. Go back!"

Those in power use public opinion to coerce those in power. This trick is common throughout the dynasties.

Xie Tan was surrounded by a cold aura, and he squinted his eyes and calmly looked at the "people" who were gathering to cause trouble.

If in war one relies on bravery and fighting skills, then in defending a city one needs to think deeply and understand people's hearts.

As the old saying goes: "Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it."

The contempt and neglect he suffered in the Xie Mansion made him realize early on the horror of these insidious and cunning tactics.

Therefore, at this moment, he was not surprised by such underhanded means of forcing him to submit.

These people... are so stubborn. Since we can't protect them, let it go.

The night was lit up by torches. Xie Tan's eyes were filled with a chilling look. He was silent for a moment, and after the crowd quieted down, he said slowly, "Don't you have any food to eat? Why are you still so energetic?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd went wild.

Someone shouted, "General! We really have no other choice! How can we survive like this? Do you think there is anything to eat in this city? We really can't survive any longer!"

Someone said: "If you hadn't come and brought the war, we wouldn't have been out of food!"

"You officials naturally cannot understand the suffering of us ordinary people!!"

"We in the North have been like this for generations, but you are the only one who insisted on coming here to fight!!"

Suddenly someone instigated, "The officials only care about fighting and killing to gain merit, and they don't care about our lives at all!"

Everyone agreed and the scene was chaotic for a while.

Before their noise could reach a new peak, the white-haired young man suddenly raised his arm, and the long-handled knife in his hand flew out quickly and stabbed steadily between the Northern Army and the refugees who came to make trouble.

Hard stone fragments splashed everywhere. Those who were fast dodged them immediately, while those who were dazed were immediately hit and bled and screamed in pain.

For a moment, the crowd fell into silence again, and everyone looked at the long knife stuck in the ground in horror.

It finally quieted down.

Xie Tan knew that there was no military strategy that could be used at this moment, and there was no need to argue with them. If he explained it in detail to them, they would confuse him instead.

When you want to accuse someone of a crime, you can always find a pretext.

Now, it’s all about the suppression brought by absolute strength.

The Northern Army had 300,000 soldiers stationed there, all of whom were veterans who had fought in hundreds of battles. Xie Tan's attack showed the Northern Army his attitude.

These days they have been troubled by these so-called refugees and have been forced to give in step by step because of the general's orders. At this moment, the morale of these young and vigorous men suddenly became high.

They all looked at the coach.

He was wearing shiny silver armor, had flying white hair, was handsome and sharp, and exuded a chilling murderous aura.

They all felt that the general was not only handsome, but also noble.

But the general ate with them, lived with them, and was at the front in battle. When the general took off his armor, he was covered with scars just like them.

The Northern Border Army not only has loyalty to Xie Tan, but also affection for him, and obeys his orders unconditionally.

"The food in the Northern Protectorate's granary has already been distributed. It's not good to eat, but it's enough to fill your stomach and get through the winter. If you are the people of Dazhao, get out of the way!"

"If you don't listen." Xie Tan's eyes swept over the dark figures in front of him one by one, "Then treat them all as rebels and kill them all!"

The standard-bearers on the fort were preparing and the archers were in position.

There was silence for a moment, then someone shouted first, "He doesn't dare!"

The crowd, which had just quieted down, became noisy again.

"We have already submitted to Dazhao, he dare not attack us!"

Xie Tan's eyes were fierce, his red robe fluttering in the night wind. He raised his arms high, then lowered them without hesitation, "Kill!"

The sound of war drums suddenly rang out.

Screams, sounds of fighting, the clashing of metal and stone, and crying mixed together, and the horses' hooves seemed to be about to crack the earth.

As the blades of the Northern Army's swords gradually became blunt, the momentum of those disguised as refugees became scattered. One of them looked at the white-haired young man in the middle of the battle and felt that his gaze was frighteningly cold, like a Shura from hell claiming lives.

Before he could take a closer look, a horizontal sword flew over, everything in front of him turned blood red, and a head flew out.