Atop the sturdy walls of Tonghui.
The meridian-opening experts who had driven back Shi Baizhang last time sat calmly on the walls, watching the Tartars in the distance.
But unlike last time, the walls now held many more defensive weapons—Golden Broth.
Anyone who used it knew how good it was; everyone who used it praised it. The ancients were no fools. The fact that they had given it the word "golden" showed how highly they valued it.
Great pots simmered away, their fragrance carrying for miles.
In any case, not a single one of the heroines who had appeared on the walls last time showed up this time. They were all at home, obediently embroidering flowers.
"If I'd known this would happen, we should have prepared Golden Broth last time too." Thinking of his foolish granddaughter, Tiger Old Man could not help saying so.
"Last time, they were merely a group of bandits. This time, they're Eastern Tartars, famed across the land for their archery. It is said that at ten paces, their arrows can strike a person's eyes or face. Aside from a few experts who have tempered their bodies, none of us can withstand such powerful bows," Bear Second Brother said.
"That's right. Their most elite troops are called the White Tooth Soldiers. They wear three layers of armor, and blades and spears can barely hurt them. We'd still have to put in some effort fighting them, but even heavy armor cannot guard against this scalding Golden Broth."
Its armor-piercing effect was what made it so formidable.
A vat of scalding Golden Broth could easily kill several White Tooth Soldiers. Just ask if that scared you or not. This Golden Broth was itself a deterrent, making the enemy afraid to commit their elite troops.
"Yes, yes. To be