The Qingshan Army is composed of officers and soldiers. Miss Jun is not unfamiliar with this sentence.

When they were suddenly kidnapped in the dark night, the first thing they said about themselves was that they were officers and soldiers.

What kind of officers and soldiers would fall to a level worse than bandits?

What kind of officers and soldiers have so many magical weapons but discard them?

Miss Jun sat up straight and looked at Yang Jing seriously.

"We are originally from Xincheng, Zhuozhou," said Xia Yong.

Zhuozhou?

Isn’t that the territory of the Jin people?

Miss Jun looked at him in surprise.

So the master is from Zhuozhou?

"No, Zhuozhou was not yet the territory of the Jin people at that time." Yang Jing said, with a look of nostalgia, "At that time, Zhuozhou belonged to Daqi."

"And he is not from Zhuozhou either." Xia Yong added after a moment of hesitation.

The person he was referring to was naturally Master Zhao Zhiyi.

Miss Jun held the handrail tightly.

"He..." Xia Yong seemed to be hesitant to speak, then smiled again, "Actually, we don't know where he is from."

Don't know? Miss Jun looked at him puzzled.

"He said he was a stranger, his home was far away and he had no place to go." Yang Jing took over the conversation and said, "He wandered to our village and settled down."

It turns out to be like this...

So you will never know where the Master is from.

No wonder Yang Jingxia Yong once said that they didn’t know whether Zhao Zhiyi was the master’s real name.

Miss Jun bowed her head in silence.

"At that time, the Jin people were fighting against the Daqi, and the Dazhou was also taking the opportunity to recover the lost territory occupied by the Daqi. There were wars everywhere, and our lives were getting harder and harder. He said that if we wanted to live a good life, we must have soldiers and power, so he took us to start training soldiers, and we accepted many refugees from the surrounding villages." Yang Jing said, "He taught us a lot of things, and our team became stronger and stronger. The nearby bandits were no match for us, and we had a say in the entire Xincheng."

As if recalling the beautiful scenery back then, a smile appeared on the usually serious Yang Jing's face.

"We all thought that this was a good life, but he said that this was not enough." He continued, "He said that Da Qi could not be saved, and we were not originally from Da Qi. We are all Han people, so it is Da Zhou that should help."

The Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun were indeed inhabited by the Han people. After being occupied by the Da Qi for many years, these Han people suffered great humiliation and oppression. Countless people were looking forward to returning to their country, which was also theirs.

Miss Jun nodded.

"Helping the Great Zhou to destroy the Great Jin and recover the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun is the real way to achieve success and only then can we have a truly good life," Yang Jing said.

To destroy the Jin Dynasty and recover the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, my master actually has such an ambition.

Or maybe it could be said that the person who seemed to be indifferent to everything in the world actually had such passionate moments.

What dampened his passion? Was it just the years?

Miss Jun felt a little disappointed, and wanted to listen more eagerly.

"So you joined the army?" she asked.

Xia Yong shook his head.

"It's not really joining the army," he said. "My eldest brother contacted the generals of the Great Zhou and expressed our willingness to help."

"So you are the righteous army." Miss Jun said immediately, "I know this."

She had heard from her father that in the past battles against the Jin people, in addition to the bloody battles fought by the officials and generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were also many righteous armies that assisted.

He also listed the names of many rebel generals, many of whom were rewarded.

But there is no Zhao Zhiyi among them, let alone the Qingshan Army.

"Brother came back and told us that we would not be incorporated into the Zhou army for the time being because our current identities are more suitable for activities in the Great Jin." Yang Jing said, "But the general has promised to accept us as the Zhou army. Brother even reported his name and made a flag."

A flag.

Miss Jun looked outside the door. The courtyard was brightly lit on that spring night. Men and women at several tables were still chatting, laughing, eating and drinking. Behind them, against the wall, there was a large flag erected.

Qingshan Army.

"Later, we traveled to many places according to the instructions, from Zhuozhou to Yizhou to Laiyuan," said Yang Jing.

"We are recruiting refugees as new soldiers as we go along, and our team is getting bigger and bigger." Xia Yong said, looking somewhat proud.

"It's a pity that in order not to reveal our identity, we have not used the Qingshan Army's flag." Yang Yong said, "We passed intelligence to Zhou Bing all the way, received orders to assist in ambushes, and did a lot of things."

"You must have done a lot." Miss Jun said with some respect, "Master and you are all so amazing."

Xia Yong smiled.

"In fact, we didn't have many of the things we use now, and many of them cost money to make." He said, "We were not as glamorous as we are now. If we hadn't met the princess later..."

His words suddenly stopped here, and Yang Jing also coughed heavily beside him.

Miss Jun was also stunned.

Yes, the clothes and weapons they wear now were bought with countless amounts of money. Although the exact amount has not been calculated, it is roughly estimated that at least half of the Fang family's wealth has been emptied out.

And, she is indeed a princess.

But how do they know that I am a princess... No, that's not right, they are not talking about me, but another princess...

Laiyuan, Daqi, Xiao...

"Is this last name okay?"

A female voice suddenly rang in her ears, and she thought of her previous guess.

Xiao, which big family in the north has the surname Xiao? The leader of Daqi, the Xiao family.

Princess Xiao.

It is true.

Miss Jun looked at Yang Jing and Xia Yong. They looked a little uncomfortable. She looked at her expression carefully, as if worried whether she had noticed it.

The relationship between Da Qi and Da Zhou was not very harmonious. If the Zhou people knew that the princess of Da Qi was in the territory of Da Zhou, they would definitely capture her.

"Then what happened later?" Miss Jun didn't seem to care about these things, but asked impatiently, "How come you are unknown, how come you ended up in Zhangqing Mountain, and why did the master leave alone for more than ten years?"

What she cares about most is her master. Well, that's fine. Yang Jing and Xia Yong both secretly breathed a sigh of relief and openly sighed.

"Later we didn't know what happened." Xia Yong said, "That time we received a big mission to stop the Jin army. They said the vanguard was only 5,000 people. But when we got there, we found that it was not the vanguard at all, but the main force of the army, nearly 100,000 people."

One hundred thousand.

Miss Jun couldn't help but clench her hands.

“Under the leadership of my eldest brother, we finally broke out of the siege, but our whereabouts were exposed. In order to get rid of the Jin soldiers’ pursuit, we went through a lot of twists and turns for more than two years before we were able to leave the Jin territory with the survivors, our families, wives and children.” Yang Jing said. Although more than a decade had passed, he still couldn’t help but stiffen when he thought of the tragedy.

Miss Jun also clenched the armrest.

Those who survived.

Previously, it was said that their power was growing, that they were recruiting refugees along the way to fill their team, that they had met the princess of the Xiao Kingdom, and that they had money and were able to create all kinds of magical weapons.

They have a powerful master as their leader, the wealth of Qi State owned by Princess Xiao as ceremonial weapons, a large number of troops, and magical weapons.

But the people who finally survived were the less than one hundred mountain dwellers in Zhangqing Mountain.

One can imagine how many people died in that battle and the process of escaping the incident. One can imagine how difficult it was.

"What happened next?" Miss Jun asked anxiously.

"Later, my brother will go to find the general in charge of the liaison to ask what happened and why the intelligence was so wrong." Xia Yong said, "By the way, since he has returned, he will be officially enlisted in our Qingshan Army and rewarded according to his merits."

Miss Jun nodded repeatedly.

"That's as it should be," she said.

Xia Yong smiled, but this smile sounded a bit like crying.

"The general is dead," he said.

Dead...

Miss Jun was stunned.

"What's the general's name?" she asked.

"Call him Jiang Ze." Yang Jing said.

She knew Jiang Ze. He was a famous military general in those days. Unfortunately, he died of a sudden illness during the Battle of Damingfu. Then generals such as Zou Jiang took over and came to the fore.

"Now that he's dead, does that mean no one else knows what you did?" Miss Jun said.

Xia Yong shook his head.

"We don't know what happened. No one knows about our Qingshan Army." He said, "But judging from the time, the victory of Damingfu they mentioned was achieved when we blocked the main force of the Jin Army. This is also our credit. How could they not know?"

"Then, the Jin army raided the capital and besieged the emperor," Xia Yong said. "The entire north was in chaos again, and no one cared about us."

"It was too chaotic at that time, and we were also badly injured. We didn't know what Zhou Bing thought of us, so we retreated to Zhangqing Mountain." Yang Jing said, "Niuniu was born at that time."

Having said this, Yang Jing's expression darkened again.

Hearing this, Miss Jun's expression dimmed.

Then Niuniu was born with a disease.

The master was helpless.

He was once passionate about building great undertakings, but in the end he achieved nothing, his brothers were almost wiped out, and his daughter also got this disease.

One can imagine how the Master felt at that time.

is a fool.

He felt that everything he did was completely meaningless and he was like a fool.

Miss Jun just felt her eyes turn pale.

The room fell into silence.

The sounds of laughter were still ringing in the yard outside, and the spring breeze, carrying the scent of wine, was particularly intoxicating.