The Flying Tiger Battalion commanded by Xing Lie of the Xing Family Army had returned to its previous state of noisy, squealing fat pigs within just one month.

Xing Lie was raised in a military camp by Xing Changyuan since he was a child, and he knew very well what kind of food the soldiers in the camp had. At that time, the Xing family army was poor, and although they could fill their stomachs, the only meat they had was the little bit of oil foam floating in the soup.

Now that he leads the Flying Tiger Battalion and has such ability, of course he wants to let the soldiers eat better. They risked their lives to guard Huangmo Pass, wasn't it just to let their compatriots live like human beings?

Unlike those princes who divided the land and ruled it, the Xing family army at Huangmo Pass knew what they were fighting for from the beginning.

They only managed to defend the three passes, but the Lin Dynasty was rotten from top to bottom and could not afford their food and supplies. People are made of iron and rice is made of steel. Even the bravest soldiers will become weaklings if they are not fed enough on the battlefield.

Now, after much effort, he finally helped the soldiers of the Flying Tiger Battalion to initially achieve meat freedom.

Han Wenjing stood beside him, watching the grand spectacle of a dozen fat pigs being slaughtered in Huotouying, and sighed, "Master Lin is truly a man of great talent. I, Han, am ashamed to be inferior to him."

Xing Lie turned around and said with a smile, "Master Han, there's no need to be partial. Didn't Master Lin say that everyone has their specialties? If you ask him to manage household registration, marching, or fighting, he's completely clueless."

Han Wenjing smiled bitterly and said, "Young General, please don't comfort me. I actually hope that more people as capable as Lord Lin can come to the Young General's camp so that we can feed our entire Xing family army. We have enough food and warm clothes, so that we can have the strength to fight!"

Xing Lie shook his head and looked at Han Wenjing and said, "Master Han is a bit greedy. Having a capable person like Master Lin is not enough!"

"The more the better, the more the better!"

The two chatted and laughed, their minds simultaneously reflecting, "A military advisor as formidable as Lord Lin is fortunately under the command of the Young General! Otherwise, he would be even more powerful than a tiger in the hands of any other lord." The overall physical fitness of the soldiers was raised by relying on silver. Others say that raising an army is simply a matter of spending money, but before the Flying Tiger Battalion was established, they didn't believe it. After all, it was all my father's trusted men who were in charge of overall coordination and dispatch.

But now the entire Flying Tiger Battalion is on the verge of starvation in his hands. If it weren't for Lin Rui, the consequences would be unimaginable.

It is no exaggeration to say that the hot pot factory made a fortune every day, but the key point was that the money earned was invested in the military camp and the military salaries were distributed in batches. As a result, the money was gone before even 10% of the soldiers were paid.

No matter how much they earn, it's not enough to support the bottomless pit in the military camp. Looking at the numbers above, not only Han Wenjing, but even Xing Lie felt a blackout before their eyes. This isn't just about supporting the army; this is simply falling into a debt pit that can't be climbed out of!

But if he hadn't been denied military pay, he wouldn't have been able to do it. Every penny of military pay here was earned with the blood and sweat of the soldiers. In the past, when we were fighting against foreign races, every day was spent hanging their heads in their hands, leaving behind a living life and returning with a cold corpse. How many white-haired men saw off their young ones?

"Report to the Major General!" When Xing Lie and Han Wenjing were talking, the old general's personal soldiers came to ask for instructions.

Xing Lie turned around: "Huh? Why are you here when you're not at my dad's?"

"General, the old general wants you to go in and question him." The personal soldier bowed his head and reported.

Han Wenjing frowned, feeling that this was not a good thing. Xing Lie nodded, "Okay, I'll be there in a minute."

After everyone left, Han Wenjing asked Xing Lie curiously: "Young General, do you know why the old general asked you to come over this time..."

Xing Lie straightened his clothes and said, "I don't know, but I can probably guess something."

"Oh, that's it?"

Xing Lie sighed to the sky, "It must be Fang Pingshan instigating my sister again!"

Eighty percent of the conflicts between the siblings were caused by Fang Pingshan, the White Lotus of the Golden Age. He had a masculine and handsome face, but he did things that were not up to par.

If he had known this, he should have strongly opposed it when he became a relative of the Fang family. Now his sister has been completely fooled by them. He and his father are her blood relatives, and everything they do is for her good, instead of Fang Pingshan who thinks he is treating her well.

When Xing Lie angrily walked to the commander's camp, Xing Changyuan was being served tea by his personal guards. Seeing him coming, he immediately smiled and said, "Ah, Lie'er is here!"

Looking at Xing Lie's gloomy face, Xing Changyuan waved his hand and asked all the personal guards around the two to leave.

Xing Lie asked directly, "Dad, is my sister being instigated by Fang Pingshan to do something weird again?"

Xing Changyuan sighed: "Ah!"

He had been fighting at the border since his eldest daughter was born, living a life on the edge of a knife. He neglected to take care of the mother and daughter in the capital, and it was his wife who supported the general's mansion alone. Later, when Xing Lie was born, he took Xing Lie to the border to teach him. This made it possible for the Fang family to take advantage of the situation when the capital was broken. He didn't know what kind of love potion he had given his daughter, so that she had an affair with Fang Pingshan without a matchmaker and got pregnant.

After arriving at Huangmo Pass, the old father drew his sword and wanted to kill Fang Pingshan. If it weren't for his daughter threatening to commit suicide, Fang Pingshan would have died countless times by now.

This bastard thing!

He just relied on the fact that his daughter loved him and couldn't live without him. When his daughter figured it out and kicked him away, Xing Changyuan would be considered a loser if he could survive to the next day.

"Lie'er, I heard that the Flying Tiger Battalion has opened a hot pot factory in Huangmoguan. Is it very profitable?"

Xing Lie looked at him warily: "Dad, why are you asking this?"

Xing Changyuan coughed a few times: "What can I think about? Isn't it just to open a few more so that the food for our entire Xing family army can be better?"

Xing Lie didn't say anything.

Xing Changyuan stole a few glances at his son and said, "I also heard that the Flying Tiger Battalion's military pay has also been distributed?"

Xing Lie looked up at him and said, "Dad, just say whatever you want to say. Why are you still trying to guess what's going on with your own son?"

Xing Changyuan laughed without any embarrassment: "Isn't she your sister? She came running to me with her big belly today to ask for favors on Fang Pingshan's behalf."

Xing Lie raised his eyes lazily: "You agreed?"

"How could that be? But Huangmo Pass is so big, even I, who's far away on the other side, have heard about the hot pot factory. They must be making a lot of money."

Xing Lie sat across from Xing Changyuan and poured himself a cup of tea. "That's all. You know no matter how much money is thrown into the military camp, it won't make any difference. I don't have much ability and I can't even pay the soldiers. For now, I can only make sure the soldiers have enough meat to eat."

Xing Changyuan's eyes widened: "How can this be tolerated!"

The soldiers in several other camps were still eating the bean dregs cakes from Lin's workshop. These bean dregs cakes were economical and filling. Sometimes some camps couldn't even get bean dregs and could only eat coarse grains that cut their throats to fill their stomachs.

As a result, the Flying Tiger Battalion led by his son seemed to have divine help and was able to eat pork directly. A comparison between the two sides showed the difference immediately.