I should marry the traitor

Chapter 97 An Xinlin has difficulty adapting
Don’t you want to go back to Beishuo?

How about I let you go back?
The white mecha sped through the air, and its extremely fast flight made the sound of the whistling wind echo in An Xinlin's ears. However, what An Xinlin could hear at this moment was not the sound of the wind, but Li Changge's smiling question.

Although there seems to be some fallacy, but this may be... the voice and appearance are still there?
I should be free, right?

It is obvious that the sea allows fish to leap, the sky allows birds to fly, dragons can dive into the sea, and trapped dragons can ascend to the sky, right?
Speaking of which, when your Majesty's black dragon entered the sea...

No, what am I thinking?
The cold wind and sand of Beishuo rubbed against the mecha, making a sharp sound, which suddenly pulled An Xinlin back to her senses. She gradually became confused about what she was doing.
She should obviously return to Beishuo and find a way to recruit soldiers to go south, right? Why did such a strange idea flash through her mind?

An Xinlin was flying at high speed in a trance and had arrived at the city gate of Beishuo unknowingly.

How to describe this place?
The bleak autumn wind blew the withered leaves, and the yellow stone walls of the city were tinged with green. The mecha landed under the city gate, bringing up gusts of blinding sand.

Desolate, dilapidated, it feels like life is over if you stay here, and other strange words unconsciously floated into An Xinlin's mind.

It was really strange. Wasn't this my home base? Wasn't this my hometown? I had lived here for so many years, why did I have such a strange thought this time?

Shaking his head to get rid of the strange thoughts in his mind, An Xinlin entered the Beishuo city gate.

After being branded with the tripod pattern by Li Changge, the threatened An Xinlin could only pretend to ignore what happened, and then arranged for Shi Ming to lead the Beishuo Army back to Beishuo.

It was a blessing in disguise. At least it proved that Shi Ming did not betray him, which made An Xinlin feel relieved.

"Lord An, you're back?" Shi Ming looked at An Xinlin with some surprise when he appeared in the residence of the Beishuo Jiedushi. An expression of joy suddenly appeared on Shi Ming's face.

"Yeah." Facing Shi Ming's joy, An Xinlin felt a little tired for some reason.

"Have you discussed this with Dong Bai?"

"It's settled, I guess."

Noticing that An Xinlin seemed to be in a bad mood, Shi Ming asked cautiously, "My Lord, is there something on your mind?"

Yes, I was so annoyed by the various poses that Emperor Fuyi posed in. It would be strange if I didn't have any worries.

But these words obviously could not be said to Shi Ming, and An Xinlin felt a little tired.

"It's okay. How are the soldiers?"

After asking casually, Shi Ming's expression became slightly more serious and he said:

"Not very good, to be honest."

"Although the food and grass that Dong Bai promised has been delivered, there should be no problem in surviving the winter."

"But too many people died in this expedition, and we suffered too many losses, which dealt a heavy blow to the confidence of the soldiers."

"Especially since the three thousand Black Armored Soldiers were almost all killed or wounded..."

Shi Ming didn't say anything, but An Xinlin understood what he meant.

An invincible army is not built overnight. It is not enough to have weapons and armor. In addition to food and training, the most important thing is to keep winning.

Only by constantly defeating opponents and winning continuously, and tempering an army's combat awareness and confidence in blood and fire, can we truly build a strong army in the world.

Dong Bai's Xiliang Iron Cavalry was built by fighting against the Western Barbarians, and An Xinlin's Beishuo Iron Cavalry was built by fighting against the Northern Barbarians. Both were strong armies that were trained by constantly killing monsters. The only difference was that Dong Bai liked to drain the pond to catch fish, and directly defeated the Western Barbarians, without even a unified tribe.

An Xinlin likes to keep the enemy as a pet for his own benefit, and his attitude towards the Northern Di has always been to fatten them up for a while before hunting some of them down.

Supplies are not a problem at all. After all, the heavy armor of the Black Armor Army is all recycled. It’s just that it is difficult to find so many high-quality horses in a short period of time.

Li Changge also promised to give her food and grass. Of course, An Xinlin felt very unhappy for a moment about this, as if she was being sold. The food and grass were the money paid by the sinister Emperor Fuyi.

The most serious problem now is actually how to boost the fighting spirit and confidence of the Beishuo Army. Beishuo suffered too much loss in this battle, and the beliefs of the entire army have been impacted to a certain extent.

The only solution to this problem is to fight, to keep winning battles, and confidence will return after a few more wins.

But now the trouble is...

The Origami King's tribe has already migrated into the interior of the country. Even if there are still some Northern Di people who are unwilling to get out of this trouble in the Gobi Desert, they are only a few big cats and small cats, not enough to fight against.

Although I heard that there are other nomadic tribes on the grasslands further north of the Gobi Desert, the journey is too long. The Beishuo Army can't cross the vast Gobi Desert to hunt those nomadic tribes, right?
Not to mention the issue of whether the supplies can keep up, will we be able to find people once we get there?

Just thinking about it made An Xinlin feel so tired. After thinking it over, the only solution was to prepare all the troops and then go find Yuan Shao to practice.

But doesn’t this mean working for Li Changge for free?

An Xinlin felt a deep sense of malice. Even though he had already escaped back to Beishuo, he was still deeply trapped in the trap designed by Li Changge and couldn't get out.

It seemed that no matter what he did, it would be in his favor. Was it really true that he had no chance of winning the fight? He just wanted to take back a little initiative. Was it that difficult?

"Master An, Master An? Master An!!!"

Shi Ming's shout suddenly brought An Xinlin's thoughts back to reality. The mecha suddenly lowered its head and looked at Shi Ming's concerned expression. The white mecha gently waved its hand and said:
"I'm fine Shi Ming."

“Just thinking about what to do.”

“But it looks like a dead end at the moment.”

Shi Ming smiled and comforted him: "It's okay, Lord An, things have come to this point, take a rest first."

After Shi Ming took his leave, he ordered someone to bring the food. An Xinlin took the food back to the secret room, took off his mecha, and ate it in small bites.

Not tasty...

This is An Xinlin's most intuitive feeling. She has been eating these things for many years, but now her most intuitive feeling is that they are not delicious.

The ingredients were actually not bad. Having chicken and fish was pretty good, but they were far inferior to the rare delicacies in the palace.

In addition, the chef’s cooking skills were very ordinary and could not be compared with the imperial chefs in the palace.

An Xinlin knew that Beishuo was bitterly cold, and she was relatively the person who enjoyed the most.

But once you have seen the sea, you will never be impressed by other puddles. After enjoying the real delicacies, An Xinlin actually found these ordinary meals hard to swallow.

He didn't have much appetite for this meal, so he just ate a few bites. After washing up, An Xinlin lay back on his bed.

(End of this chapter)