Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 2617 One battle becomes a god (one more)
Here, Luo Fengtang said to the little soldier: "I deeply understand what happened to your family. I also support your wish."

"Auspicious people have their own destiny. I believe that as long as you don't give up, you will be able to find your sister and reunite as soon as possible!"

And I will never give up looking for my son Chen'er, as long as I persevere, there will be hope for a reunion.

Next, Luo Fengtang asked the wishes of the others one by one.

With his encouragement, everyone spoke up and expressed their wishes.

These wishes are varied, some want to have ten sons, some want to marry three wives.

Some want to go home and buy a lot of fields, while others hope to buy two cows...

But it is approaching the end of the new year, and there is still more than a month before the Chinese New Year. Most people's wish is to go home and have a New Year's Eve dinner with their relatives!

At the end, Luo Fengtang smiled and said: "Each of us has our own wish."

"So, what is the prerequisite for realizing your wish?"

"Alive!"

"Only by being alive, keeping the food and grass safe, and escorting them to Yanmen Pass as soon as possible, can we go back earlier."

"If we are negative and negligent, then when we encounter a crisis, the mission will fail, and even our own lives will be taken."

"My life is gone, what wish is there? The family will never wait for us to go back!" Luo Fengtang said.

After these words were finished, the ruined temple suddenly fell silent, everyone lowered their heads and remained silent.

Even Adjutant Peng over there frowned and remained silent.

I don't know who broke the silence first, "General Luo, we know we were wrong. When the snow is a little lighter, we will set off immediately and send the grain and grass to Yanmen Pass in one go."

In the next few days, the big guys changed their previous laziness and passive sabotage, and escorted the grain and grass to Yanmen Pass non-stop.

"Adjutant Zhang, send an order to let the brothers stop first, and don't rush to cross the canyon ahead."

In the evening of that day, Luo Fengtang suddenly reined in the reins, and told Adjutant Zhang beside him.

Adjutant Zhang looked at a narrow path sandwiched between two steep canyons in front of his eyes, and then asked Luo Fengtang a little puzzled: "What is the general's plan?"

Luo Fengtang sat on the horse without making a sound.

Just realized that after looking around, a pair of sword eyebrows secretly frowned.

With his special sensitivity to danger, he felt the murderous intent.

"Let the brothers pick up the guy, be vigilant, and be ready to fight at any time." Luo Fengtang continued.

Adjutant Zhang was even more surprised. At this time, Adjutant Peng also drove over.

"General Luo." He called out to Luo Fengtang.

This was the first time that Adjutant Peng took the initiative to talk to Luo Fengtang after the gesture that day.

Luo Fengtang Brick glanced at Adjutant Peng, waiting for his next words.

Adjutant Peng said: "I feel that something is wrong with this canyon."

Luo Fengtang squinted his eyes, at this moment, Adjutant Zhang said: "Adjutant Peng, General Luo is telling me about this matter, why, you all feel that something is wrong here?"

The voice had just finished speaking, and the order had just been given, when suddenly there was a roar on the low hillsides on both sides.

I saw two groups of aggressive cavalry rushing down from the hillsides on both sides. They were wearing Daliao military uniforms, and the half-moon scimitars in their hands were also standard equipment on Daliao's side.

Outflanking from the two wings, there are about two thousand people in number, which is twice the size of the kitchen army escorting food and grass.

"It's the enemy army in Daliao. Leave it to me on the left side. Adjutant Peng, you take a team of brothers who can fight to the right side. Adjutant Zhang takes a group of old and weak soldiers to guard the food and grass in the middle."

In a hurry, Luo Fengtang remained calm and calmly gave orders.

Then, he pulled out the sword in his hand that could cut iron like mud, clamped his legs around the abdomen of the horse king under him, and faced it...

……

This battle in which fewer people win more has become a battle that the surviving brothers in this kitchen army will recall for a lifetime in the future.

The less wins the more, the weak wins the strong.

Facing the opponent's excellent Daliao cavalry, this group of kitchen troops is simply a crooked melon that can't stand on the stage.

However, because of the existence of Luo Fengtang, the general who conquered the North, this battle was almost fought by him alone.

One against a hundred, one against a thousand!

Those who survived, when they recalled this narrow encounter, but it was a hostile and premeditated battle after a long time, they all felt Luo Fengtang's strength.

It is simply inhumanly powerful.

Blood flowed like a river, and the corpses of the enemy soldiers were everywhere.

He is like Shura from hell, the sword in his hand is a ghost weapon that seduces people's souls.

God of War!
A new generation of God of War was born.

Two thousand enemy troops, none survived.

……

When Luo Fengtang quietly opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the turbulent carriage.

The carriage didn't know where it was going, the wheels and the sound of the horse's hooves intertwined hurriedly, he only saw a string of familiar wind chimes hanging on the roof of the carriage above his head.

His mind cleared up in an instant, and he sat up awkwardly.

"Sunny?"

That's right, this is their family's carriage, and the wind chime was hung up by Qing'er herself.

Is it sunny?

The originally hanging curtain of the carriage was lifted by a white and tender hand, and a delicate face that made him think about it day and night jumped into his eyes.

"Ouch, you're awake, thank God."

Yang Ruoqing got into the carriage and sat beside him, smiling.

Looking at Luo Fengtang with his eyes, he raised his hand to press his wrist to feel his pulse.

"Well, it's finally back to normal." She said again, then turned around and grabbed the warm teapot beside her, pouring tea for him.

Luo Fengtang followed Yang Ruoqing's figure with his eyes, thinking it was a dream.

"Qing'er, what's going on here? Why am I here? Why are you here?"

"Aren't I going to fight at Yanmen Pass? Why am I in the carriage? What's going on here?" He asked with a blank face, his head was fragmented, and his memory stayed in the canyon battle that day.

Yang Ruoqing turned around, put the tea in his hand, and said with a smile, "Take a few sips of hot tea first, and let me tell you slowly."

Luo Fengtang accepted the tea as he said, and took a sip, um, it was hot and fragrant, it was real, not a dream.

He took another sip, then looked up at Yang Ruoqing who sat down beside him, waiting for her to tell...

Yang Ruoqing said: "First of all, we are now on our way back to Changping Village, let's go home together for the New Year."

"Secondly, there is no need to fight battles, because Daliao has withdrawn."

"Again, you fought in the canyon a few days ago, and you won more with less."

"You wiped out [-] enemy troops by yourself. It is the Taizu blood in your body that revived. Although you wiped out the enemy troops, you saved your brothers and food."

(End of this chapter)