Chapter Thirty-Nine: Departure Northward

Since drinking the gene optimization fluid, Hensheng has become a completely different person, except for the initial nosebleeds. He went from being so weak that he could not even kill a chicken to being able to split a boulder with his bare hands.

Su Zhenzhen doesn't understand martial arts, but she understands power. In the face of absolute power, techniques are meaningless.

General Huo stroked his beard and smiled, "His Highness the Crown Prince is now convincing enough to the generals."

The problem now is that if everyone goes back north together, Old Man Bai will have to start running around and working hard again.

But spending the winter here would stretch the timeline far too long.

The situation on the front lines is constantly changing. If the northern nomads break through the defenses, it will be a catastrophe for the Central Plains.

Just as he was wondering whether this book-study-obsessed fool would decide to spend the New Year with Old Man Bai in Shanxian County out of filial piety, he made an unexpected yet reasonable decision.

"Father, you're getting old, so stay in Shanxian. I'll be back by next spring at the latest."

After giving instructions to Old Man Bai, Hensheng looked at Su Zhenzhen and asked, "Miss Su, could you please take care of my father for me?"

Su Zhenzhen raised an eyebrow. "You're going alone?"

"And General Huo."

"No way." Su Zhenzhen firmly refused. It would be fine if Hensheng went on the journey alone, but taking General Huo with him was risky. With such a strong aura of malevolence, he could become a demon or a Buddha in an instant. She dared not gamble. If something went wrong and caused bloodshed, she would have to bear the consequences herself.

"You can go to the North by yourself, but you absolutely cannot take the Ghost General with you. If something goes wrong, even if you are of imperial blood, or even if a god descended to earth, you cannot bear the responsibility."

General Huo was certainly unwilling to let Hensheng travel alone. Firstly, the road ahead was unknown, and secondly, without his guidance, finding the five hundred remaining soldiers would take a lot of time.

Having no other choice, Hensheng turned to Jiang Sijin again, "Auntie, could you please take care of my father for me?"

Jiang Sijin was very easy to talk to and directly stated her price: "Okay, as a reward, I want the pure yang energy in your body."

Pure Yang Qi? What is that? It wasn't until Jiang Sijin shifted her gaze to Hensheng's lower abdomen that the others realized what it was.

"Ugh," Su Zhenzhen waved the air in front of her nose in disgust. Although alkaline milky substance was used in medicine in the 906th century, Jiang Sijin was an ancient person...

Forgive me for thinking the wrong thing, but it's really just that Jiang Sijin, with the body of a three-year-old, was looking at Hensheng there...

Hensheng's face turned bright red. "Auntie, how should I give it to you?"

Silly child, you didn't even ask Jiang Sijin what she was going to do with it.

She already possesses imperial blood; if she were to receive your male aura, who knows if she might turn on you and kill you? After all, rarity increases value, and she could use the name of Jiang Yichun's daughter to gather loyal ministers and generals.

Su Zhenzhen sighed and rubbed her forehead. Fortunately, the building materials ladies in the live stream all went wild when they saw Jiang Sijin's gaze fixed on Hensheng.

[You're so young and already have such impure thoughts. I think your birth mother isn't some country girl at all; she's clearly a chicken from a farmhouse who has come to life.]

[Female lead, I just got some from my dog. Find a way to switch it out later.]

Su Zhenzhen: !

Why did you manage to get some from your dog? Sister, what are you doing?

The viewers in the live chat started teasing Sister Wang again.

Su Zhenzhen didn't have time to look, and Jiang Sijin, knowing she was embarrassed, had Hensheng put the contents into a jar for her, which conveniently provided an opportunity to switch them.

Jiang Sijin didn't notice anything unusual after receiving the item. She put the jar aside, and no one knew how she planned to use it.

Su Zhenzhen stared for a while, only looking away when Jiang Sijin raised her eyes and glared at her.

Okay, I'm actually a little curious, maybe a little too much. After all, what's the use of this stuff? Oral? Topical? Or…?

Su Zhenzhen dared not think any further, lest she come up with a bizarre product.

Su Zhenzhen was still worried about Jiang Sijin, so she used the reward points to buy a wireless surveillance camera and installed it in the corner of the coffin shop, with the image directly connected to her sea of ​​consciousness.

Then, on a windless and cloudless day, the two humans and the ghost embarked on their journey north.

They initially came from the northwest with Hensheng and Old Man Bai, but this time they are taking the route due north.

From Shanxian northwards are continuous mountain peaks. Fortunately, Su Zhenzhen and Hensheng have both had their genes optimized, so crossing the mountains is as easy as walking on flat ground. General Huo is a ghost, so he can be placed directly in the storage compartment and taken away.

In just one day, the two of them traversed a mountain path that would normally take three to five days for an average person.

The town where we settled was called Danxian, which looked much newer than Shanxian, and most importantly, it was lively.

Su Zhenzhen released General Huo.

General Huo knew far more than Old Man Bai; he was like an encyclopedia on top of a map.

"Bianzhou and Huzhou protect each other, keeping the capital in the heartland. The entire northern frontier borders the barbarians, and there are troops stationed along the way, making it difficult to move. When the capital was in trouble, the situation on the front lines was not optimistic either, so I dared not lead the army south to provide relief."

"There is a mountain range on the northern front of Huzhou, which has a natural advantage in defensive battles. In addition, the land is fertile and can basically support a small force. The northwest part, on the other hand, has a natural gap in the terrain, which is very easy to break through. It has changed hands several times over the decades. In the last battle, I told them that if I died, they could find their own way to survive. However, staying in the northwest was a sure way to die. They were all loyal to the emperor and patriotic. They could only cross the mountains to the north and rely on the geographical advantages to fight guerrilla warfare against the barbarians."

Hearing this, Su Zhenzhen asked curiously, "Why is it called the final battle?"

"The last emperor died, and the puppet emperor sent gold and silver to sue for peace. We, the generals and officers, have never suffered such humiliation. While the envoys from the capital are still on their way, we will raise our troops to attack the Hu people again. If we are defeated, we will die. If we are victorious, we can show the prestige of our Jiang Dynasty and tell the world that the soldiers under the last emperor are all heroes and that he was a good emperor."

Su Zhenzhen understood the beginning, after all, it was all about heroes, passion, and battles, but what was that last sentence all about?

Could all those soldiers on the front lines also be die-hard fans of Jiang Yichun?

That shouldn't be the case. If they were die-hard fans, they would have rushed to save their master no matter what, since Jiang Yichun was trapped in Kyoto.

Thinking this through, Su Zhenzhen voiced her doubts.

General Huo's eyes were deep and serious. "His Majesty has declared that if the capital falls one day, all of you should just do your duty and not let the people of the Central Plains suffer the ravages of barbarians."

Su Zhenzhen really didn't expect Jiang Yichun to be so particular. The lines sounded familiar; her charming ancestor from the 906th century had said something similar.