The charming legitimate daughter is reborn, addicted to the abstinent prince's pampering

The sound is deafening, shocking the soul, and igniting people's patriotic will.

The refugees who had become grass bandits knew the fierceness and ferocity of the Mobei people best. They were in this situation thanks to the Mobei people.

In order to avoid the disaster, they had no choice but to leave their hometown and flee south. However, their soldiers could not escape and had to defend the border.

Zhao Bingcheng looked at their faces one by one.

"Tell me, would you like to?"

In an instant, the sound shook the trees and resounded through the sky.

"willing!"

"willing!!"

"willing!!!"

Li Ye's admiration for Zhao Chengcheng arose spontaneously. No wonder he became the richest man in Helian. His knowledge, mind and means were far superior to those of them.

Even...can rival his master.

Li Ye shouted sonorously and forcefully:

"If the earthen pot is not broken away from the well mouth, the general will inevitably die in battle, and he will live like an ant. He must be determined to be a swan. We are willing to follow Shopkeeper Zhao to the border."

It was not until this moment that Zifeng and the people at Buhang realized that Zhao Bingcheng had planned to transport these things to the border when he purchased ducks and geese in large quantities.

Such a bold move was something no one would have thought of, and it was not something a businessman would do.

But Zhao Bingcheng did something that others would never dare to think of, how could he not make people admire him.

Zhao Bingcheng looked at death with a look on his face and recited the "Book of Reporting to Ren An" written by Sima Qian of the Western Han Dynasty.

"Everyone is destined to die. It may be heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather. It depends on how you use it."

This ambition infected everyone present, and chants came and went.

"Your Majesty, please do not disgrace me."

"Secondly, do not disgrace yourself."

"Secondly, do not disgrace your appearance."

"Secondly, I don't insult my words."

"..."

Following the deafening chanting, everyone was filled with strength, and the large army marched towards the border again.

Zhao Bingcheng, Li Ye and Zifeng opened the way in the front, and the bodyguards in the rear were behind. The refugees were sandwiched between Buhang's boss and the guys to protect the convoy's supplies. The old, weak, sick and disabled got on the carriage one after another, hoping to return to their hometown.

Two days later.

The khaki land was covered in silver overnight, and as far as the eye could see was the vast white frozen world.

The vast and heavy snow was coming all over the place, as if all the snow of the whole winter was going to fall in one day.

The winding mountain road, horses riding on bells, and the motorcade moving against the wind and snow, leaving traces of the horse team's passage on the endless snow-colored paper.

border.

The soldiers stationed at the camp hunched their shoulders. Even though there was a fire burning beside them, they still could not resist the cold current that eroded their flesh and bone marrow. Every inch of their skin was so stiff that it was about to be sealed by ice, their lips turned purple, and their young faces were cracked by the cold. , blood-colored ravines were everywhere, and his eyes were numb.

After a night of suffering, he managed to survive another day.

"It's so ironic that we didn't die on the battlefield, but were waiting to be frozen to death."

"Are we really going to die?"

No one answered this question. Negative emotions will spread quickly like a plague and affect the morale of the soldiers. They know that they will not survive, but they dare not say the word "will die".

"No." Someone whispered.

Haha, they are just deceiving themselves and others, they know it.

The sky was bright and under the dim light of the cold stars and the cold moon, the soldiers vaguely saw a group of men and horses appearing in the distance.

The snow-dyed hair was white, and for a moment it was hard to tell whether they were gray-haired old men or young men.

The distance is getting closer and closer, heading straight towards the garrison camp through the snow, breaking into sight.

"Who -" The hoarse voice, despite all its strength, still cried like a stray cat, and was instantly blown away by the wind and snow.

"Stop - there is a garrison camp ahead, no one is allowed to approach -"

The swords were unsheathed, the bows and crossbows were cocked, and the sharp weapons were all aimed at the convoy that was riding horses from a distance.

Zhao Chengcheng raised his hand to signal the motorcade to stop moving forward.

He turned his head and looked at Li Ye.

"To be supreme, there is virtue, then there is merit, and next there is words; even if it lasts for a long time, this is immortal."

"This moment is the best time for Lord Li Ye to stand up for your master."

As he spoke, he pulled out a two-foot-long piece of white cloth from the car, handed it to Li Ye and nodded at him.

Li Ye understood what Zhao Bingcheng meant. He grabbed a corner of the white cloth and raised it above his head, waving his riding whip and ran towards the camp.

The white cloth means surrender, and the white flag means the war will cease.

Li Ye's voice spread with the wind.

"The winter clothes have arrived——"

"The food and grass have arrived——"

"According to the prince's order, the delivery of winter clothes and food arrived at the border -"

The soldiers couldn't believe what they heard.

Just a moment ago, they thought they would freeze to death, but things took a turn for the worse in the blink of an eye.

His Highness the Crown Prince brought them winter clothes and food?

is that true?

This feeling is even more unreal than a dream.

The horse's hooves raised snowflakes, and Li Ye shot towards the eyes of the soldiers like an arrow from the string.

He threw away the white flag in his hand, took out the Prince's Order from his arms, and placed it in front of his eyes.

"I am the prince's secret guard, here under orders."

Seeing the prince's order, the doubts in the hearts of the soldiers were reduced, but they did not put down their swords, guns, swords and halberds, and looked expectantly at the approaching cavalry.

The horse team could not be seen at a glance. The people escorting the winter clothes and food supplies were not the imperial officers and soldiers they had been waiting for day and night, but actually the old, weak, sick and disabled, refugees and grass bandits, and merchant bodyguards.

The shock is so profound that it cannot be described in words.

They protect their families and the country, but the country seems to have given up on them, but the people they protect have never given up on them.

Someone had already rushed into the general's camp, and they were so excited that their eyes filled with tears.

"General, the winter clothes have arrived!" When the first snow of winter came, they were finally sent to the battlefield.