Heroes of the Fantasy World

(3)

When Bai Feng and Murong Yan went north a year ago, the atmosphere had never been so solemn. Even in the most difficult times, they would always have the luck in their hearts that "there is no perfect road".

——No big deal, just go back the way you came.

A year later, they went north again, but from the moment the journey began, it seemed that they could use many strategies to win the war, and becoming heroes who saved the country and completely getting rid of their previous life might not be an illusion.

——But the war between Bai Feng and Murong Yan may never end.

Because the way they came leads to the cage, the road ahead is complicated and confusing. As long as they dare to take a step back, the outcome will be catastrophic.

Just like the forest path in front of us with branches as complex as tree branches, there are many ways to reach the end. The scenery along the way is ever-changing, but looking back at the way we came from, there are destined to be corpses scattered beside and around the road.

The so-called war, for those who have witnessed it, means that comrades carry the dreams of their dead comrades, sons carry the dreams of their fathers, and generals carry the dreams of the soldiers...

People who are not enlightened are determined not to go on.

As one of the few female relatives in the army, Murong Yan had not taken a carriage since she changed her route to cross the Wei River. Because the march was to be concealed, the carriages were dismantled and sunk in the river before crossing the river. Later, Murong Yan followed Gao Jiajun on horseback under the care of an accompanying woman.

She had a slender figure, and even though she was wrapped in a thick black veil, covering her body and skin like a bhikshuni, she still couldn't hide her frail body like a willow leaf.

Looking from a distance, she was afraid that she would be thrown to the ground by the horse that suddenly lost control, but the amazing thing was that this kind of thing never happened.

The horse did not bully Murong Yan for being too thin. On the contrary, it was a little too docile to look like a war horse. In fact, it was not just horses. As long as they were soldiers who had stayed with her while marching, no matter who they were, they would be lost and recovered in an instant. "Epiphany".

Maybe it was Murong Yan's appearance that reminded the older generation of Gao Jiajun soldiers of the girl in their hometown, or maybe it was Murong Yan's own mysterious temperament that gave her a wisdom similar to that of a bhikshuni. All in all, her behavior makes it easy for people to forget her identity as the wife of Bai Feng, the deputy general of the Gao family army.

She knew medical skills, and more than once she personally diagnosed ailing soldiers. In her tent, there was always a strange fragrance, said to be the aroma of burning yarrow.

In ancient legends, yarrow is the fairy grass used by wizards for divination.

As a result, a "rumor" spread like wildfire among the Gao family's army, intentionally or unintentionally. The rumor said: Murong Yan is a witch who is proficient in the art of divination. Everyone in the Gao's army made plans through her divination before marching, which naturally included the Gao's army. When they changed their route to cross the Wei River for the first time, it was the witch's ingenious plan that allowed the Gao family's army to avoid detection.

Some people were afraid of witches, while others respected them. However, Murong Yan's attitude towards everyone did not change. No matter who they were, they were treated equally in front of her.

At the same time, she did not deliberately perform so-called "miracles" in front of everyone to gain a higher status.

In the military camp, the person closest to Murong Yan was not Bai Feng, but the accompanying woman who had always been at her side. She was shorter than Murong Yan and was known as "A Ke". She knew swordsmanship, could read, and was taciturn. But it's not offensive. He looks like a child from a noble family.

They go out in pairs and basically go together wherever they go.

The tedious march is comparable to the torture of exile for ordinary noble ladies. However, Akko seems to be no stranger to this kind of life. She often shows a calmness that is not inferior to Murong Yan. In the eyes of others, others may think that she has received Let’s go to “Miko’s Asylum”.

After the tenth day of the secret march, there was still less than a hundred miles away from where the Yuwen clan's army was stationed. All the soldiers were gearing up and began to put on their armor and get ready to go.

Yu Wenxuan was a little displeased with Gao Jiajun's distrust, and he questioned Gao Gao in a serious manner in front of the officers, saying: "When we were marching, you were lightly armed, but why did you have to wear armor when it was time to rendezvous? You don't have to believe me, Yu Wenxuan, But is the King of Zhou such a person who doesn't keep his word?" "This place is already very close to Beizhen's sphere of influence. Why shouldn't our army be cautious?" He replied in a high-spirited and provocative voice: "Young Master Yuwen doesn't know how to march. Dao, I don’t blame you, we are walking on someone else’s territory now, not only do we not know how their troops are arranged and how many they have, but we are not even familiar with the terrain.”

Yuwenxuan had no choice but to retreat.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Bai Feng did not forget to sneer: "Of course, I admit that we are indeed wary of the Zhou army changing its mind at a moment's notice."

After everyone heard this, they all snickered unconsciously.

After a while, a young man brought a ragged middle-aged man. He claimed to be the leader of a caravan, and he was unfortunately robbed by the North Town army when he was going south.

"Although I have nothing now, I have something that you may be interested in!" The caravan leader's eyes flashed with golden light as he continued: "The topographic map of the area west of Beizhen! I have walked most of this journey. In my lifetime, the terrain map I drew with my own hands will definitely make the Gao family army move forward! Please, my lords, save my men and cargo!"

After everyone heard this, they all disagreed.

Bai Feng and Gao Gao whispered, and then said: "How can I believe that you are not Beizhen Xizao?"

The caravan leader and Bai Feng looked at each other speechlessly and did not answer.

"Bindfold your eyes and send him ten miles away before letting him go." As soon as Bai Feng finished speaking, Murong Yan rushed to the camp and said, "I believe him!"

Murong Yan suddenly appeared with many rumors and rumors, and instantly became the most eye-catching person.

"Brother Feng!" She was not pleading, but said in a tone that was almost admonishing: "What he said is correct, there is indeed a camp nearby, there is no flag, and all of them are people from Beizhen."

While others were still thinking about why Murong Yan knew this information, Bai Feng resolutely asked for orders to go and capture the thief.

Gao Gao thought about it again and again and thought it was feasible, but he had a condition: "No one can find out that Gao Jiajun is already here."

Bai Feng understood this, and then ordered a hundred soldiers. He ordered the soldiers to take off their armor, take no flags, and pretend to be rangers with him. He said boldly: "Prepare a dinner party and wait for me to return victoriously!"

Immediately, the Longming Sword was unsheathed, and more than a hundred "rangers" charged away on horseback.

After the Gao family army returned victoriously, the dinner party had just begun.

Bai Feng personally captured the young leader of the Northern Army alive and brought him to Gao Gao. The young general was so heroic that people at the time sighed, remembering Gao Gao's wife back then.

The leader of the caravan presented the topographic map as agreed and was overjoyed and invited the caravan to join the dinner. However, the leader was still uneasy and wanted to give a pipa he bought at a high price to Murong Yan who saved his life.

Murong Yan accepted it happily.

During the dinner, the legendary witch sat by the campfire and played the pipa, attracting everyone to watch. After a while, Bai Feng also joined in with a piece of flute music. Although he didn't know what the music was, it always sounded peaceful and pleasant.

A good scene of a miko joining the army.