The flags fluttered in the wind, and the howling cold wind rolled up the snow and ice.
As a pregnant woman, White was treated like a little princess. The warhorse that accompanied them to the battle this time was replaced by Little White.
The situation on the mountain road had been investigated in advance. Large-scale goods could not pass through, and the road was rugged and steep. The troops could only go into battle lightly.
Jiang Pengji said, "Let's take down that small town first. The scouts that we send out should be quick-witted. Report back immediately if anything happens."
Although it was a surprise attack, Jiang Pengji did not intend to be secretive.
She brought a total of 10,000 troops and horses for this battle. The remaining 10,000 and the new recruits were left behind to guard the home.
Apart from guarding the home, they were also responsible for the safety of the logistics and the supply route.
If the supply route was cut off, the war could not be fought at all.
Under normal circumstances, Jiang Pengji could take more people with her.
However, the situation in Shangyang County had not been stabilized, so she could not transfer too many troops.
She did not want to receive news that her home base had been destroyed after she had just won a great victory at the frontline.
Little White was gentle and reserved in front of Jiang Pengji and White, but it was like a different horse on the battlefield.
Which man did not like a good horse?
During the march, Yang Si looked at Little White with envy. Little White seemed to sense his gaze and snorted in his direction.
Yang Si, who seemed to be despised by a horse, was speechless.
The army set off. Other than the crunching of the snow, the howling wind, and the breathing of the people, there was no other movement in the air.
Jiang Pengji was at ease. The march was rather boring, so she simply turned on the streaming room.
In an instant, the audience in another dimension received a notification that they had to take advantage of their high hand speed.
The 150,000 livestream slots were filled in an instant.
Through the camera in the streaming room, the audience could clearly see the scene in front of the camera. It was several times clearer than the popular 1080P.
The sky was dark, and the snow was blowing. The color under the sky was slightly gray.
Jiang Pengji was dressed in a red and white military uniform, which made her look handsome and heroic. Her figure, outlined by the armor, looked slender and well-proportioned. She did not look bloated or clumsy at all. The audience in the streaming room had long been used to her wide-sleeved scholarly or rough image. Now that she was dressed in armor and riding on a tall horse, she looked like a valiant young general who had walked out of a painting. They immediately howled like wolves and the bullet screen whistled.
Guanguan Jujiu: "Oh, oh, oh, oh — look what I caught, a handsome streamer. Red and white military uniform, the one on a snow-white horse. She stands in the wind and snow. She's like a goddess in my dreams. Streamer, do you still need a salted fish to warm your bed? "
Zai Zhizhou: Pei! With Salted Fish warming the bed, wasn't he afraid that the bed would be filled with the smell of fish? I'm different. Host, look at me. I just used shampoo and washed myself from head to toe. I'm clean and I even have a nice fragrance when I walk. Let me warm the bed. I promise the bed won't smell like fish!
Goddess Pengji: "Stop talking. My husband is here. He's wearing red clothes and silver armor, and he's riding a big horse. He looks exactly like the streamer … That's enough. I'm going to open the door for my dear husband." We're going to do some hehehe exercises together at night. "
Jia Wo QQ: "You're all hysterical. No matter how handsome the streamer is, she's still a woman."
Streamer Zhengshangwo: "Mediocre person, do you know what love at first sight feels like? The moment I saw the streamer's figure, I decided that I wanted to be gay for her. Even if I had to bend into a mosquito coil, I'd be willing. She's only my husband. "
Streamer Sishangwo: "Pei! What's the big deal about being gay for the streamer? I'm even willing to straighten myself for the streamer!"
Jiang Pengji was secretly surprised to see the quarrel between the "wives" in the streaming room.
This group of capricious fairies had a war of words some time ago over which of her counselors was the husband of the entire nation.
What about now?
With the "streamer" as their new love, they had forgotten about their "old love."
As the "husband" that 150,000 idle viewers were fighting over, Jiang Pengji found the boring military journey interesting.
They stopped to rest midway.
Jiang Pengji handed her portion of meat soup to Yang Si. "Drink this to warm up. There are still a few days to the destination. Don't tire yourself out."
Although Yang Si was a counselor, he belonged to the Vanguard Battalion. He had to ride a horse to withstand the wind and snow during the march. After a few hours, not only was the inner side of his thighs in pain from the abrasion, but his cheeks were also flushed red from the biting cold wind. He could barely feel them.
He wore a circle-shaped scarf and a pair of wool gloves that Li Yun, the little angel, had made out of friendship. He was so cold that his shoulders were shivering.
Although the literati of this era also practiced martial arts, their physiques were still much weaker than those of warriors.
Trembling, he took the ceramic bowl that Jiang Pengji handed to him. He did not mind the heat and gulped it down in one gulp. The heat spread to his limbs and bones.
Heaving a long and comfortable sigh, Yang Si let go of his thoughts. He suddenly thought of something and teased her.
"Such lousy weather, it's really cold. Fortunately, it's me. If it were Zixiao, he'd probably fall sick from the wind. "
Jiang Pengji casually replied, "I know. His body hasn't recovered yet. I won't let him follow the army in this season."
Yang Si was stunned after hearing that. He carefully pondered over the deeper meaning of her words.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.
Did Liu Xi mean that … if the season was better, the person who followed the army would not be him but Wei Ci?
That shouldn't be the case, right?
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "Yes, it's exactly what you're thinking."
Yang Si was speechless.
He really wanted to smash the ceramic bowl in his hand, along with the meat soup inside, onto Jiang Pengji's forehead.
What did he do wrong in his previous life to offend Wei Ci and Jiang Pengji? Did he have to be mocked by them in this life?
Sob, sob, sob. He felt wronged.
If he and Jiang Pengji fell out, it was definitely because she and Wei Ci's mouths were too vicious.
Jiang Pengji added with a smile to salvage Yang Si's emotional state, which was on the verge of a breakdown.
"Of course, Zixiao's health is one aspect. The other aspect is that Jing Rong is outstanding and shouldn't be neglected."
Look, how artistic she was with her words!
It was obvious that she spared no effort to exploit Yang Si's labor and used the "casual worker" like a mule. In Jiang Pengji's words, it was said that she relied on and trusted Yang Si and could not bear for his talents to be buried. If it were a fool, he would probably be coaxed to tears.
Obviously, Yang Si was not a fool, but he had no way to refute.
Once again, he sighed with emotion. He had really boarded a pirate ship!
If time could be reversed, Yang Si would definitely cling to Huang Song's thigh and never step into Fengyi County.
Yang Si laughed coldly. "In that case, I have to thank you for thinking highly of me and be deeply grateful?"
Sooner or later, he had to accept his fate. Yang Si simply changed the way he addressed her. He looked like he had given up.
Jiang Pengji seemed to not notice the change in how Yang Si addressed her. Her attitude was natural.
"There's no need to be deeply grateful, but I will continue to rely on you."
The subtext was — Continue to work overtime after returning from the war. I think very highly of you.
Yang Si looked at the ceramic bowl in his hand. There was still half of the delicious meat soup left.
Should he smash the bowl on Jiang Pengji's forehead when she was unprepared, or should he drink it himself?
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