Six Hundred and Twenty-Nine: Let Go of that Coach, Let Me Do It (6)

Flags fluttered, and the whistling cold wind blew up the ice and snow.

As a pregnant woman, Dabai was now treated like a little princess. This time, the warhorse that accompanied her on the expedition was replaced by Xiaobai.

The situation on the mountain road had been scouted in advance. Large materials could not pass through. The road was rugged and steep, and the soldiers could only go into battle lightly.

Jiang Pengji said, "Let's capture that small town first. The scouts sent out should be smart and report back immediately if there is any situation."

Although it was a surprise attack, Jiang Pengji did not mean to hide it.

This time, she brought a total of 10,000 soldiers and horses, and the remaining 10,000 and the recruited soldiers were all left behind to watch the house.

In addition to watching the house, they were also responsible for the safety of the logistics and grain transportation routes.

If the transportation line was cut off, the war could not be fought at all.

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Pengji could still take more people away.

However, the situation in Shangyang County was uncertain, and she could not withdraw too many troops.

She didn't want to receive the news that her home base was wiped out after she won a great victory on the front line.

Xiaobai was gentle and reserved in front of Jiang Pengji and Dabai, but he was like a different horse when he arrived on the battlefield.

What man doesn't like a good horse?

During the march, Yang Si looked at Xiaobai with envy, and Xiaobai seemed to notice his gaze and snorted in his direction.

Yang Si, who seemed to be despised by a horse: "..."

The army went out, and there was no other movement in the air except the creaking sound of stepping on the snow, the whistling wind, and the breathing of the crowd.

Jiang Pengji let the horse run freely, and the march was quite boring, so she simply opened the live broadcast room.

In an instant, the audience in another dimension received the collection reminder and rushed to occupy the spot.

150,000 live broadcast positions were filled in an instant.

With the camera in the live broadcast room, the audience can clearly see the scene in front of the camera, which is several times clearer than the popular 1080P.

The sky was dark, the snow was blowing, and the color under the sky was slightly gray.

Jiang Pengji was dressed in red and white military uniform, which made her face look elegant and heroic. Her figure was outlined by the armor, which made her look slender and well-proportioned, without any feeling of being bloated and clumsy. The audience in the live broadcast room had long been accustomed to her image of wide-sleeved Confucian shirts or rough brown clothes. Now seeing her wearing armor and riding on a tall horse, she looked like a heroic young general walking out of a painting. They howled non-stop, and the barrage of comments whistled by.

[Guan Guan Jujiu]: Ao Ao Ao Ao - look what I caught, a handsome anchor. The red and white military uniform, or the one riding a snow-white horse, standing in the wind and snow, is simply the goddess of my dreams. Anchor, do you still need salted fish to warm your bed?

[Zaihezhizhou]: Bah! Let the salted fish warm the bed, and you don’t have to worry about the bed being full of fishy smell. I am different. Look at me, the anchor. I just washed my head to toes with shampoo. I am clean and smell good when I walk. Let me warm the bed. I promise that the bed will not smell fishy!

[Goddess Pengji]: Stop talking. My husband is here. He is wearing red clothes and silver armor and riding a tall horse. He looks exactly like the anchor... I won't talk anymore. I am going to open the door to my dear husband. We will do some hehehe exercises together in the evening.

[Add me on QQ]: You are all hysterical above. No matter how handsome the anchor is, he is still a woman.

[The anchor is facing me from the front]: The mediocre person above, do you know what it feels like to fall in love at first sight? The moment I saw the anchor's figure, I decided that I would bend for her, even if I bend into a mosquito coil, I am willing to do it. She is my husband alone.

[The anchor is facing me from the side]: Bah, bending for the anchor is nothing. I am willing to straighten myself for the anchor!

Jiang Pengji was secretly surprised when watching the quarrel of the "wives" in the live broadcast room.

These fickle little goblins had a war of words over which of her strategists was the husband of the whole nation some time ago.

What about now?

With the new love of "anchor", all the "old love" was thrown behind her.

As the "husband" fought for by 150,000 salted fish viewers, Jiang Pengji felt that the boring marching journey also seemed interesting.

Stop to rest halfway.

Jiang Pengji handed her portion of broth to Yang Si, "Drink it to warm up your body. There are still several days to the goal. Don't get tired."

Although Yang Si was a strategist, he belonged to the vanguard camp and had to ride a horse to resist the wind and snow during the march. After several hours, not only the inner sides of his thighs were rubbed painfully, but his cheeks were also blown red by the biting cold wind, and he almost lost consciousness.

He wrapped a circle scarf tightly around his neck and wore wool gloves knitted by Angel Li Yun. His shoulders were shivering with cold.

Although scholars of this era also practiced martial arts, their physiques were still much weaker than those of warriors.

Trembling, he took the pottery bowl handed over by Jiang Pengji. He didn't mind the heat and drank it down in one gulp, and the heat spread to his limbs.

With a long sigh of comfort, Yang Si let go of his thoughts and suddenly thought of something, and he joked.

"It's so cold in such a bad weather. Fortunately, it's me. If it was Zixiao, he would probably fall ill as soon as the wind blew."

Jiang Pengji casually replied, "I know, his body hasn't recovered yet, and I won't let him follow the army at this time of year."

Yang Si was stunned after hearing this, and carefully pondered the deep meaning of this sentence.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

What Liu Xi meant by this was... if the season was better, the person who followed the army would not be himself but Wei Ci?

It shouldn't be that bad, right?

Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "Yes, it's just as you think."

Yang Si: "..."

I really want to throw the ceramic bowl in my hand, along with the broth inside, directly onto Jiang Pengji's forehead.

What did he do wrong in his previous life to offend Wei Ci and Jiang Pengji, so he had to be treated so badly by them in this life?

Sob, so wronged.

If he and Jiang Pengji broke up, it was definitely because of her and Wei Ci's venomous mouths.

Jiang Pengji smiled and added a sentence to save Yang Si's mood that was on the verge of collapse.

"Of course, Zixiao's health is one aspect, and the other is that Jingrong has outstanding qualities and should not be buried and idle."

Look, how artistic she is in her words!

It is clear that she spared no effort to squeeze Yang Si's labor force and used the "part-time worker" as a mule. In Jiang Pengji's mouth, it became that she relied on and trusted Yang Si and couldn't bear his talent to be buried - if it were a fool, he would probably be coaxed into tears.

Obviously, Yang Si is not a fool, but he has no way to refute it.

Once again, I sighed, I really got on a pirate ship!

If time could go back, Yang Si would definitely hold on to Huang Song's thighs and never step into Fengyi County.

Yang Si sneered, "In that case, Si should thank the lord for his appreciation and be grateful?"

Sooner or later, he had to accept his fate, so Yang Si simply changed his name and had a broken jar expression.

Jiang Pengji didn't seem to notice the change in Yang Si's name, and his attitude was natural.

"You don't have to be grateful, but I will continue to rely on you."

Subtext - continue to work overtime after returning from the war, this lord is very optimistic about you.

Yang Si looked at the ceramic bowl in his hand, and half of the delicious broth was left.

Should he take advantage of Jiang Pengji's unpreparedness and pour a bowl on her head, or drink it himself?

After thinking for two seconds, Yang Si calmly chose to drink.