Lou Yunqu's status as a descendant of Yu the Great carried considerable weight. After a few shouts from him, the rebel troops steadied themselves.
The rebels had suffered few losses. Only at the outset, when the female soldiers caught them off guard, had some men died.
A flock of lambs with their tails on fire might cause panic at first glance, but on a second look, what was there to fear?
Sheep were no match for cattle; their charge lacked force. Besides, it was broad daylight. One steady look made everything perfectly clear.
The rebels burst out laughing. They fired arrows to drive back the female soldiers behind the burning sheep, then dragged away the whole roast sheep delivered right to their doorstep.
Lou Yunqu laughed loudly. "Many thanks, Your Highness, for the fine feast!"
He immediately ordered the entire army to divide up and eat the burning sheep in front of the female soldiers.
The sheep had no seasoning, were unevenly cooked, and had not even been shorn. Some were still struggling. In all honesty, they were bound to taste awful.
But for many of these men, even a mouthful of meat was a luxury.
Besides, Lou Yunqu's purpose was not merely to eat the sheep. He meant to crush the female soldiers' morale by doing so.
First bees, then burning sheep-the female soldiers could only buy a little time with these schemes, like little women playing house. Now that they had exhausted their tricks, he might as well strike another blow to their morale and make them submit to capture. That way, he could take more of them alive.
These were women, after all.
The female soldiers seethed but dared not advance. The rebels grinned viciously, drawing their blades to carve up the burning sheep.
Their gazes held