The Princess of Northern Land

"The prince needs to pay attention to the transmission and changes of signals during the formation change." Lin Ziyin reminded Chu Suifeng. In ancient times, there were no modern advanced communication equipment. If you wanted to command thousands of troops, you had to find other ways to make up for the lack of convenient communication. She didn't know how Chu Suifeng usually mobilized his troops.

"Signal?" Chu Suifeng looked at her with a smile, "When our army fights, it relies on the transmission of cavalry. Tell me what good method you have."

Lin Ziyin just asked casually, but he didn't expect that there is really no way to convey information through flags in this space-time battle. So she told Chu Suifeng more about the Navy's flag information and the Army's original signal transmission, "This is just my own personal idea. How to do it specifically depends on the prince to set it. But the flag will be Once it’s confirmed, it will save a lot of trouble.”

"The method you mentioned has greatly touched me." Chu Suifeng looked at her with a smile, "I will use your suggestions in training, and I will also write your name in the annals of history."

"No, I accept the prince's kindness. As for the eternal reputation, it's better not to mention it again." Lin Ziyin refused with a smile.

"Your Majesty, Mei Hanqing and the others have arrived in Fengcheng. Please come back to your residence." Cong Yi bravely came in to report. Just now, the brothers saw that the prince and Miss Lin were having a lively conversation, and no one dared to come in and interrupt the prince's enjoyment. But Mei Hanqing's identity is very important, and the prince must return to the city to see them. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and come in.

"I'm going back, please rest for a few days and wait until your hand heals before doing it again." Chu Suifeng warned her again before leaving.

"Okay, so what, as long as you do it, you will be injured again." Lin Ziyin replied with a smile, "It is better to do more at once. With these crossbows, maybe fewer soldiers will die."

Chu Suifeng was speechless and looked at her with complicated eyes.

As a man, he doesn't want the woman he likes to get hurt in front of his eyes. But as a general, he hopes that his subordinates will die less. The two are very contradictory!

When the third class of people standing outside heard Lin Ziyin's words, they were all so moved that they couldn't help themselves.

In their opinion, Lin Ziyin was well-deserved to be the princess of Prince Ling's Mansion. It is a blessing for the soldiers in the North to have such a good mistress who cares about them.

"If Your Majesty can trust me, you can send over the newly harvested wheat." After a moment of hesitation, Lin Ziyin spoke again. This suggestion was a bit too drastic. Food and grass had always been an important support for the army. It seemed unreasonable for a small farmer to ask for military rations.

Chu Suifeng looked at her puzzled, but agreed without hesitation, "Let Heiyi and the others deliver it tomorrow."

Lin Ziyin did not hide his secrets and took the initiative to explain, "In a while, it will enter autumn. The weather in the north is getting cold quickly. It would be good if the soldiers on the battlefield can eat warmer food. I can make Kun noodles. Plant noodles that can be kept for a long time when cooked. During a war, meals can be cooked in a short time.”

"Zi Yin." Chu Suifeng stared at her. Even though the little woman in front of him did not agree to his tenderness, she did a lot for him. In Chu Suifeng's mind, Princess Ling of Beidi was the woman in front of him, and no other woman could catch his eye.

Excited, Chu Suifeng pulled Lin Ziyin into his arms.

Lin Ziyin was angry, okay, this person was addicted to bullying her.

"Don't move, I just want to hug you." Chu Suifeng's voice was choked, so that the struggling Lin Ziyin was surprised and forgot to continue to break away from his arms.