In this chaotic world of vying for power, I can become stronger by marrying a wife.

Su Ming, mounted on his horse, looked down at the group of people.

No one answered.

"Because you're all worthless, nobody cares." Su Ming's voice was cold, like a knife scraping against everyone's eardrums. "Me too. In the eyes of those big shots, we're all just trash that can be discarded at any time."

Upon hearing this, a flicker of emotion finally appeared in the eyes of the group.

"This time, our escape from seclusion will be a near-death experience."

Su Ming untied a large leather bag from his horse and threw it on the ground. The bag opened, revealing fragrant dried meat and several leather pouches filled with water.

That was spiritual spring water produced by the space, diluted tenfold by Su Ming, but it still had the miraculous effects of cleansing the marrow and restoring physical strength.

"Drink this water, eat this meat, and come with me."

Su Ming drew his hundred-refined steel sword from his waist and pointed it at the vast snowfield to the north.

"Since they want us to die out there, then we'll fight our way back, bring them back, put a knife to their throats, and ask them if there's any justice left in this world!"

"Those who want to live, get on your horses!"

silence.

After a brief silence, a man with a scar on his face rushed out first, grabbed the leather bag, and gulped down a mouthful of water.

"Damn it! I'm going to die anyway, I'll trust you this time!"

"Let's do it!"

"Killing one is enough to break even, killing two is a bonus!"

The ten prisoners, who had been despondent, now had a flame of ambition burning in their eyes.

As the spiritual spring water entered his stomach, a warm current quickly spread throughout his body, and the old wounds that had been throbbing began to heat up and heal. The expressions of the crowd changed, and their gazes towards Su Ming were now filled with shock and awe.

This water... is it a miracle drug?!

Su Ming watched all this with a cold smile.

If you want a horse to run, you have to feed it. These ten people are the prototype of his future "Dao soldiers".

"Set off!"

Su Ming pulled on the reins and charged out of the gate on horseback.

Outside the gate, Zhou Canjun stood on a high place, watching the eleven riders disappear into the wind and snow, a triumphant sneer appearing on his lips.

"Those fools are courting death. A trap has already been set up over Black Mountain Pass."

……

The wind and snow were howling.

Su Ming galloped away on his horse, feeling the biting wind cutting into his face.

He glanced back at the gradually blurring Jing'an Army camp, a bloodthirsty red glint flashing in his eyes.

Liu Cang, Zhou Canjun, and that garrison commander.

Do you think I'm a lamb being herded into a sheepfold?

wrong.

I am a tiger released back into the mountains.

This vast northern plain is a dead end for others, but for Su Ming, who has a personal space and desperately needs to hone his martial arts skills through killing, it is a paradise full of experience and resources.

"drive!"

Su Ming suddenly lashed out with his whip.

The north wind sweeps across the land, snapping the white grass.

Su Ming lay prone behind a sheltered snowdrift, covered with a white camouflage cloth, almost blending into the snow.

Behind him, ten "prisoners" followed his example, silently lurking in the snowdrift.

Three days.

In just three days, the spirit and morale of these ten men underwent a dramatic transformation. The nourishment from the spiritual spring water, coupled with Su Ming's almost brutal forced march training, caused their previously withered muscles to swell again, and the numbness of waiting for death in their eyes disappeared, replaced by a wolf-like ferocity.

"Boss, that's... the banner of the Great Zhou?"

The scarred man beside him lowered his voice, his tone filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

Following Su Ming's gaze, a sizable caravan was struggling along the ancient canyon road two miles away.

More than a dozen large trucks left deep ruts, clearly carrying heavy loads.

The caravan was heavily guarded, with not only dozens of Han Chinese guards armed with crossbows, but also a group of Northern Barbarian cavalrymen on short-legged horses with pigtails leading the way!

The Great Zhou caravan was escorted by the Northern Barbarians.

The scene was so ironically jarring.

Su Ming narrowed his eyes, and a stream of data seemed to flash deep within his pupils.

[Sharpshooter] Vision, open.

The gaze instantly zoomed in.

The tarpaulin covering the truck was blown up by the wind, revealing the dark cargo underneath.

It's not tea, and it's not silk.

It's iron.

Bundles of pig iron ingots, as well as polished spearheads and arrowheads.

"Oh."

Su Ming's lips curled into a cold smile.

According to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, not even a single piece of iron is allowed to leave the pass.

This is no caravan; it's clearly a transport convoy delivering butcher knives to the northern barbarians.

The gaze continued to wander, finally settling on a luxurious carriage in the center of the caravan.

There, a man dressed in a brocade cotton-padded jacket and wearing a dog-skin hat was bowing and speaking to the people in the carriage with a fawning expression.

That face had a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, with a large black mole on its left cheek.

Su Ming's memories were instantly triggered.

Lai San.

Su Family Village was notorious for its scoundrels and rogues, who routinely stole chickens and dogs and extorted money from widows. When Su Ming first transmigrated there, this guy even tried to harass Li Yueru, and Su Ming broke his leg with a carrying pole.

Later, I heard that this guy couldn't make it in the village and ran away. Unexpectedly, he infiltrated a smuggling group and became their henchman.

"What a small world," Su Ming thought to himself with a cold laugh.

Just then, the carriage curtain was lifted, and a slender, fair hand reached out, seemingly handing something to Lai San.

A bluish-green jade pendant hung on her wrist.

The jade pendant is crescent-shaped and carved with intricate and ancient cloud patterns.

Su Ming's heart skipped a beat.

Inside the personal space, the unknown fragment that had been lying dormant at the bottom of the spiritual spring suddenly trembled slightly!

resonance?

That jade pendant is related to my own space!

The killing intent in Su Ming's eyes surged instantly, transforming into a tangible, cold light.

Supplies, enemies, treasures.

All alive.

"Boss, what do we do? Those are Northern Barbarian cavalry, tough nut to crack." Scarface gripped the hilt of his sword nervously.

Su Ming slowly took the [Da Yi Bow] from behind his back and drew three specially made armor-piercing arrows from the quiver.

"A tough nut to crack?"

Su Ming's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling, bloody undertone.

"That's a walking record of military achievements, our arsenal."

He suddenly stood up and drew his bow to its fullest extent.

"The military law of the Great Zhou Dynasty stipulates that anyone who colludes with the enemy or betrays the country shall be executed without mercy!"

"Except for the woman in the carriage, leave no one alive!"

"collapse--!!!"

The bowstring twanged, and the arrow was released.

The sharp, piercing sound instantly shattered the tranquility of the canyon.

……

Within the canyon.

Lai San was happily playing with a silver ingot in his hand.

"Hehe, following Miss Liu always brings good fortune. After this trip, I can buy a house in Jing'an City and take two concubines..."

He was having a wonderful dream when he suddenly heard a sharp shriek from above.

"What was that sound...?"

"puff!"

Lai San felt a warm liquid splash on his face.

He turned his head blankly and saw that the Northern Barbarian cavalry squad leader, who had been chatting and laughing with him just moments before, now had his head explode like a watermelon.

A black arrow pierced his skull and embedded itself deep in the frozen earth.

"Enemy attack!!!"

A fierce roar instantly erupted.

Before anyone could react, two more streaks of light descended from the sky.

Two northern barbarian sentries, who were about to raise their horns, were nailed to their horses before they could even scream.

"Over there! On the snowy hill!"