At this moment, another warrior was mercilessly kicked out.

Shen Jiao thought to herself, "Hmm, this action seems to be getting rid of unwanted junk at home."

The broken... no, the warrior is none other than Shen Qingfeng.

Madam Shen kicked her grandson and said defiantly, "Bring him along too, Jiaojiao. Although his nose isn't good, he's thick-skinned. Bring him along, and let him wear another layer of armor on your armor!"

Lord Shen and Madam Qin nodded repeatedly, saying "Hmm! Hmm!" It was hard for them not to agree, after all, they knew it all too well from their years of experience.

"..." Shen Jiao felt as if she were in a vegetable market, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Furthermore, while such jokes may be unintentional on the part of the speaker, they can be taken to heart by the listener. Anyone with a sensitive mind might find them harsh and feel resentful.

To everyone's surprise, Shen Qingfeng not only didn't care, but quickly mounted his horse, raised his chin triumphantly at Gu An, and said to Shen Jiao, "Really, I have super thick skin!"

Shen Jiao: "..."

So be it.

As long as you're happy, what's the difference between a dog and armor?

In their eyes, they are all the same, all the same.

**

As Shen Jiao led her two brothers, each with their own strengths and responsibilities, to catch up with the main group, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Everyone, turn around and look behind you!"

Looking in the direction of the sound.

In the distance, above the bustling yet somewhat cold capital city, countless Kongming lanterns had somehow begun to rise. The sky was gray and the surroundings were gloomy, and the lanterns slowly ascended, resembling bright and shining suns.

Even though the cavalry had clearly gone far enough, they could still faintly hear some background noise—

"Come back safely."

Please take good care of yourself.

"My lads, you must return victorious! We're waiting for you to come home."

With arched eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips, Shen Jiao raised her red-tasseled spear high and proclaimed, "Let's go!"

The north was freezing cold, and the trip was far from easy, even grueling, but no one uttered a single complaint or grumble.

If you have light in your heart, everywhere is a direction.

The further they went, the more difficult the journey became. The wind and snow gradually melted away, and slowly, not a trace of snow remained. On the withered grass by the roadside, only translucent frost hung, which fell as the iron hooves galloped over it.

Shen Qingfeng and Gu An, these two bickering lovers, are always arguing. If the former doesn't say anything, the latter will keep teasing him. If the latter doesn't say anything, the former will laugh and joke. The journey is long, and there is no end to their banter.

It even made people want to shut the two of them up.

Shen Jiao thought that she could learn needlework or sewing skills in the future.

Although the Iron Cavalry could travel at a rapid pace, they could not travel day and night. Not only would the men be exhausted, but the warhorses might also need to rest and recuperate. Therefore, Shen Jiao would estimate the time and order everyone to rest and recuperate.

These cavalrymen were all elite warriors selected from Langya Pass, totaling 3,500 men.

It can be said that before Ji Yan left, he left the best, strongest, and most outstanding army to Shen Jiao, so that if the royal city really fell into chaos, it would also be to protect her.

More than half a month later, Shen Jiao and her party were finally about to arrive at Xufeng Pass in the south.

Liang Heng rubbed his buttocks, which were almost torn apart from being jostled around, and let out a long sigh of relief, saying, "Oh dear, we're finally almost there. My poor, perky buttocks are flattened like pancakes."

Shen Qingfeng said, "I'm telling you, a grown man, what do you need a perky butt for? Aren't you ashamed?"

Gu An nodded and said, "That's right, Brother Liang, you're not a woman, you don't need to worry about these things."

"Hmm... well..." Liang Heng smiled shyly and waved her hand, saying, "You never know, sometimes I can be a woman too."

Shen Qingfeng: "!!!"

What did he hear? Oh my god!

Gu An: "???"

He saved a life, but what did he miss?

**

Another day has passed, and it is exactly noon, not a moment more, not a moment less.

A few miles outside Xufeng Pass, the Yellow Mountains stretch as far as the eye can see, the battlefield is chaotic, weapons clash and clang, a scene of fierce fighting.

One of the young men was particularly arrogant, as he wasn't wearing any armor at all. He smiled sharply, then leaped off his horse, his long legs sweeping across the ground. His black robe, embroidered with golden roses, suddenly burst open, instantly stirring up a cloud of yellow sand. He kicked his opponent off the horse.

His opponent was an old man wearing thick armor with the Liang Kingdom's mark engraved on it. He pushed himself up and stood up, but unexpectedly, he was kicked twice more and forced to retreat several steps, leaving a three-meter-long gash before he could barely stand.

After standing still, he immediately shouted and fiercely slashed down with his half-meter-long sword.

Ji Yan remained expressionless, even exuding a lazy air. With a flick of his fingers, a silver glint appeared in his sleeve, revealing a dagger. In an instant, the short dagger was drawn from its sheath, and he caught the heavy blow from the broadsword with a backhand.

It would be absolutely impossible to catch such a heavy iron weapon's strike with a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing, yet he managed to catch it!

Not only did they catch it, they caught it far too easily.

The opponent was greatly alarmed and became quite angry and embarrassed.

He immediately focused his attention and responded with every move, striking with force and unpredictable, dazzling and varied attacks.

A series of loud, clattering sounds filled the air, and in less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the two had already fought several more rounds.

Suddenly, Ji Yan stepped back and stood still, leisurely brushing the dust off Xiu's sleeves.

Looking at his opponent, he was in a much worse mood. His helmet had been knocked off at some point, revealing a head that wasn't round or full, and it was completely hairless!

It turned out that his hair had been trimmed by the tyrant with a short dagger and was scattered all over the ground, so he probably looked like a monk who had gone up the mountain to cultivate.

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