"Sigh~"

The little boy readily agreed and then ran quickly into the house, soon returning with a wine flask in his arms.

And so, the mother and son quickly walked to the roadside and looked at the rapidly approaching Han army.

Like the mother and child, the other Qiang people in the tribe also took out their treasured milk wine and some meat from their homes and came to the roadside.

It turns out that the herdsmen who saw the Han army earlier were not fleeing, but rather running home to retrieve their treasures to welcome the Han army.

"General, what should we do? They're all standing by the roadside; it's easy for them to get accidentally injured."

As Yang Feng and his entourage sped along, they naturally spotted the Qiang herders who had run to the roadside. Yang Feng's personal guards turned to look at him.

"Slow down!"

Yang Feng, who was at the front of the column, remembered that Duan Jiong had repeatedly emphasized that the Qiang people should not be harmed at will. Therefore, Yang Feng did not hesitate to raise his whip and shout loudly, ordering the whole army to slow down.

The Liangzhou army lived up to its reputation as the Han Dynasty's elite cavalry. With Yang Feng's order, the galloping troops quickly slowed down.

The Qiang people standing by the roadside all smiled sincerely as they watched the Han army slowly approach, their pace suddenly slowing.

"General, would you please try some of the milk wine I brewed?"

When Yang Feng and the others arrived, the mother and son hurriedly went to greet them and came to Yang Feng's side.

"Whoa!"

Upon seeing this, Yang Feng, who was on horseback, quickly pulled on the reins and stopped moving forward.

Yang Feng turned his head and saw a wine flask being handed to him within easy reach.

Out of instinct, Yang Feng not only did not take the wine flask, but also looked at the woman with a hint of wariness.

But when their eyes met, even Yang Feng, who had served in the army for many years, couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

What clear and pure eyes these are!

From the glimmer of light in the woman's eyes and her smiling face, Yang Feng saw a hint of closeness and hope in her gaze.

It seems that in the woman's eyes, he was not a soldier from an enemy country, but her own family member?

Yes, apart from his family, Yang Feng admitted that he had never seen such brilliance in the eyes of others.

At this moment, Yang Feng hesitated as if he were in a dream. How ridiculous it was that he had fought against the Qiang people for so many years.

How ridiculous it is that we are treated as family by the Qiang people today!

But this ridiculous thing actually happened to me.

Yang Feng shook his head, feeling that he must be dreaming. He then didn't say anything and pushed the wine bag aside with a wave of his hand.

"General, what's wrong? My mother's homemade milk wine is delicious, please try some!"

Just as Yang Feng was about to crack his whip and leave, a childish voice reached his ears.

Yang Feng couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound, and saw a six or seven-year-old boy beside the woman looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

Yang Feng was deeply moved. The little boy's eyes were almost identical to his mother's, so clear and full of affection.

"A basket and a jug of food and drink!"

Yang Feng, as if possessed, accepted the wine pouch handed to him by the woman. At the same time, the word that only existed in his fantasy popped into his mind.