"Moreover..."
Princess Yujia paused for a moment, trying hard to recall the scenes she had once seen in her mind.
"The jagged walls have numerous holes, each extending a long, dark rod. The tip of the rod has a hole the size of a 'peanut,' which might be the weapon that launches 'peanuts.'"
Upon hearing this, Bater and the warriors looked at each other in disbelief.
An elderly warrior murmured despairingly, "We devote ourselves sincerely to Heaven, but why does Heaven treat us Turks so unfairly?"
Nightfall was complete, and the campfire flickered in the wind, illuminating everyone's solemn faces.
Princess Yujia sat by the fire, watching the dancing flames, her thoughts returning to the moment she walked side by side with Tang Xiaotong on the official road.
"Rest assured, Princess, I will surely find the Princess Consort and persuade her to agree to trade with the Turks."
