Qiu Wutong frowned upon hearing these words: "Underestimating the opponent is always a major taboo for generals, especially on the real battlefield, where it is a hidden danger. Tianhe Prefecture is now the fiefdom of the Princess Zhenguo, and I heard that another General Pei has arrived. He is quite good at training soldiers. Tianhe Prefecture is now diligently training its troops every day. You came from Tianhe Prefecture, but you are slacking off. If you lose, wouldn't that make you a laughing stock over there?"
Upon hearing this, Qiu Dezhong felt a slight sense of crisis. However, he thought that Longzhou had won so many times over the years, so it was impossible for them to lose this year.
But with this sense of crisis, his face became more solemn: "Uncle, don't worry, we will take it seriously."
Qiu Deyi disagreed and added, "Uncle doesn't know, Princess Zhenguo doesn't personally train the army. That Commander Pei is a woman, and a relative at that. She's the wife of Princess Zhenguo's cousin. She's probably not going to amount to much. They only need to use 50 or 60% of their strength to easily defeat Tianhe Prefecture."
“Nonsense! A woman who can command respect shows that her abilities are no less than a man’s. There’s no bad news coming from Tianhe Prefecture, which means everything is on track. I’m afraid you should be more cautious,” Qiu Wutong couldn’t help but scold.
Actually, he was reluctant for the two brothers to come here, fearing that they would take advantage of their kinship and act recklessly, while he, as their uncle, couldn't bring himself to do so.
Qiu Deyi was very dissatisfied and wanted to say something more, but Qiu Dezhong tugged at his arm.
The two brothers walked out of the barracks, and Qiu Deyi looked gloomy: "Big brother, isn't Uncle being too worried?"
"No matter what, we still need to put in some effort and treat it as fulfilling our daily duties," Qiu Dezhong said, patting his brother on the shoulder.
"We finally managed to get here, so let Uncle and the others see how well we train our troops. On the day of the military contest, we won't hold back and will utterly crush Tianhe Prefecture. Let's just say we're showing off in front of Uncle."
Pei Qingrong has been working diligently and attentively for the past month. She has taught them the necessary troop formations and tactics, and all the generals, big and small, have devoted themselves to it. With their monthly stipends in hand, they are even more motivated.
That's when she finally had time to go back to Beijing.
Da Cheng visited several times during this period, but only watched from afar without disturbing her, so as not to give people the impression that she was indulging in love.
Managing so many soldiers requires establishing a solid reputation from the start, leaving no room for criticism.
Knowing that Pei Qingrong had worked very hard, the whole family gathered around to offer their condolences and comfort.
Having been immersed in the cold and serious atmosphere of the camp for some time, Pei Qingrong is now surrounded by the warmth of her family, and feels a sense of warmth and tenderness in her heart.
After exchanging pleasantries, everyone left without disturbing the family of three's reunion.
Leaning against the soft couch in the room, Pei Qingrong removed her armor and held the warm and soft Qiao Su in her arms, while Da Cheng massaged her shoulders and back.
Seeing the faint cracks on his wife's face, a result of standing on the watchtower for so long, exposed to wind, sun and rain, and the calluses on her hands from frequent demonstrations and exercises, I realized that she had been working on the watchtower for a long time.
Da Cheng felt a pang of heartache, found the ointment, and applied it to his wife.
"Once you get through this toughest period, you won't have to work so hard anymore. I think the soldiers there all respect your discipline."
Pei Qingrong nodded gently: "Everything is difficult at the beginning. When I first arrived at the Tianhe Prefecture garrison, many soldiers had opinions about me, and I dared not relax at all."
"Well done, my wife! You overcame such a difficult task." Da Cheng praised sincerely.
If it were someone else, they would probably have given up from the start amidst all the doubts.
Pei Qingrong remained silent, holding her son and gently resting her head on her husband's shoulder.
She was too tired and hadn't had a proper rest in a long time.
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