Yanmen Pass.

This place controls the Central Plains in the south and the desert in the north.

It has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times.

According to the terrain, it is divided into two levels.

To the west lies Xixing Pass, and to the east lies Dongxing Pass. The two passes are connected by stone walls, a perfect match for mutual defense. The cliffs are steep and winding, making them easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Along the pass, numerous beacon towers were erected. Armored warriors, armed with spears, stood guard every few steps. When urgent military information was detected, the towers would be lit immediately.

It is now mid-autumn.

The wind is howling.

The flag of King Dafeng fluttered in the wind.

"General, it's cold."

"No problem."

The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back.

Years of guarding the border have made him look extremely weathered.

His face was full of wrinkles and ravines.

At this moment, he was only wearing casual clothes and a lamb fur coat.

It's colder in the north.

In previous years, it would snow in September.

Looking at the yellow earth in the distance, his eyes were as cold as a knife.

"Have the Liao dog spies come today?"

"I came back and forth at noon, less often than before."

"The situation is not good..."

The middle-aged man murmured.

Looking far to the north, he clasped the city wall with both hands.

As the Duke of Dafeng, he guarded the border for several years.

He has been dealing with the Liao Kingdom.

I am also very familiar with their habits.

Every autumn and winter, the Liao people would move south.

Yes, they are blocking the way.

But thieves are always thieves, not thieves at night. Especially with a long front, there are always gaps. The Liao Kingdom dominated the grasslands, and its most famous war cavalry was known for its fleeting presence. They came and went like the wind, leaving no trace. Once they had gained some advantage, they would return without a second thought.

Every time they marched south, Dafeng would gain something. But compared to what they lost, it was a loss. Unlike the people of Xiliang, the Liao people were not particular about not killing civilians. They didn't care about the looting when they marched south.

Especially during the autumn harvest, they would grab whatever food they could and burn the fields if they couldn't take it away. They would kill all the men and take the women away and take them back to the grasslands.

Since Feng Wuze took over Northern Xinjiang, such incidents have become less frequent, but they have not been completely stopped. Whenever he saw the plight of the people, Feng Wuze became extremely angry. However, the enemy's tactics were very simple, always just one set, grab and run!

If he sent his men to pursue them too closely, they might fall into a Liao trap and be surrounded and annihilated. After all, the grasslands belonged to the Liao, and pursuing them too closely could easily lead to trouble.

Hearing that the Liao had reduced their spies, Feng Wuze guessed they were about to deploy troops. With intelligence gathered, the battle was about to begin!

"Is General Gu Yuan back?"

"No."

County Lieutenant Feng Jie raised his hand consciously.

He was Feng Wuze's eldest son, over thirty years old. He currently served as the lieutenant of Yanmen Commandery, assisting Feng Wuze in handling military affairs. In a normal county, the highest official was the governor, with the lieutenant responsible for matters like apprehending bandits. However, in border counties, the situation was completely reversed; the governor had to obey the lieutenant.

"What on earth happened to them?"

"Why did you suddenly divorce your wife?"

Feng Wuze frowned.

He didn't know much about Chang'an City.

I have been exchanging letters with Ning Que over the years.

After all, he is his only nephew.

Every time Ning Que wrote back, he only reported good news and never bad news.

He always said that he got along very well with Lin Xianhong.

I'm just not in a rush to have kids right now.

Last year, a letter arrived saying that Lin Xianhong was finally pregnant.

According to Doctor Chang, it is most likely a son.

Feng Wuzhe was also happy for him.

After all, Ning Que is the only descendant of Prince Ning’s Mansion.

The heavy responsibility of expanding the family lies on him.

A few months ago, the imperial edict was delivered.

Feng Wuze served as the Supreme General in the Dafeng Northern Expedition. Gu Yuan and Ning Que served as the Left and Right Generals, respectively, assisting him in retaking Shuofang County. Ning Que had now officially inherited the title of King and reorganized the Three Guards.

It shouldn't be like this!

He remembered that his eldest sister had specifically instructed him to do so.

Let Ning Que let go of his hatred and not go to the battlefield again.

Now he is the only bloodline left in Prince Ning's Mansion.

No matter what, you have to endure!

Could it be because Lin Xianhong already has a child?

That’s what Feng Wuzhe thought.

A few days ago, Gu Yuan led his troops to Yanmen Pass.

But he happened to see Lin Xianhong!

He just wanted to ask Ning Que about the situation.

Only then did she learn that Lin Xianhong had already had an abortion and Ning Que had divorced his wife. So she followed Gu Yuan to the Northern Frontier, hoping to save more soldiers.

What is going on?!

Feng Wuzhe was naturally extremely surprised.

Divorce is not a good thing.

He thought he knew Ning Que quite well.

Unless there is a serious mistake, he will never divorce his wife easily.

Then why does Lin Xianhong act like he has a clear conscience?

I don’t understand the young people nowadays!

Feng Wuze turned around.

"Where's Xiao Ning?"

"Has he arrived yet?"

"According to the distance, we should be there soon."

Feng Jie raised his hand with a smile.

As the eldest son, he knew Feng Wuze all too well. As the head of one of the eight great families in Chang'an, the Feng family had fierce competition within it. Feng Wuze, being the youngest son, had no hope of inheriting the position of head of the family.

It was his eldest sister, Princess Ning, who strongly recommended him to the clan elders and guaranteed him with the palace, that secured Feng Wuze's opportunity. He then represented the Ning family in resisting the Liao invasion and effectively inflicted a heavy blow on the Liao's main force. This victory solidified Feng Wuze's position and earned him the recognition of the late emperor and the Feng family.

Therefore, Feng Wuzhe was very grateful to his elder sister.

Love the house and love the dog, so you will also love Ning Que.

After all, this is his only nephew now!

The Northern Frontier Army was renowned for its strict discipline, and Feng Wuze led by example. Even his own son had to respectfully address him as "General." But when it came to Ning Que, he simply addressed him as "Little Ning," not even bothering to mention his title.

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