Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Xiao Yunqi, Huang Ziyang, and Zheng Chuntang, though not as skilled in martial arts as Yun Qiaoqiao, who was a girl with superhuman strength who could throw boys her own age like sandbags since childhood, were still young men full of vigor and vitality.

After experiencing real combat twice, his inherent fierce determination to never give up was ignited.

After several battles, the three gradually figured out the tricks of the trade.

Knowing when to charge and when to outflank, what enemy posture indicates they are about to flee, and what kind of look means they are ready to fight to the death—these are things you can never learn on the training ground, but you'll understand them all after surviving a few rounds on the battlefield.

The number of enemy soldiers killed by the three of them increased rapidly. Before long, all three of them were promoted and became centurions under Yun Qiaoqiao, each commanding about a hundred men.

Zhen Linqing was also promoted to the rank of Commander-in-Chief, a third-rank official, and now commands tens of thousands of men. He is one of the fastest-rising young generals in the area.

Just when the group was invincible and accumulating military merits, Zhen Linqing suddenly received an order.

He called Yun Qiaoqiao over, and then called Xiao Yunqi and the other two. He closed the door and spread out two portraits.

The portrait depicts two young men, both in their twenties, with regular features, handsome faces, and a scholarly air about them.

Below the portrait are two names: Du Yongjun and Du Yongshang.

"We've been ordered to find these two men on the battlefield," Zhen Linqing said, pointing at the portrait and lowering his voice, "and kill them."

Yun Qiaoqiao raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why make such a fuss about killing two people? Could it be that the other side had a powerful leader?"

Zhen Linqing shook her head.

"It shouldn't be. What they mean is, 'kill,' but not a real killing; it's a fake killing."

"They must appear to be dead beyond any doubt, so the enemy will not suspect anything."

"But in reality, it can only cause superficial injuries, not serious bone damage, and certainly not enough to actually kill a person."

Zheng Chuntang couldn't help but ask, "What... is the point of this?"

Zhen Linqing shook his head: "No reason was given, so we can only obey. It's a military order."

Huang Ziyang muttered, "On the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes. Killing is easy, but killing and then sparing is too difficult."

Xiao Yunqi frowned: "Since it's a military order, we'll do as it's ordered. Look carefully and make sure you remember their faces."

Yun Qiaoqiao and Huang Ziyang quickly stared at the portrait.

Zhen Linqing also stared at the two portraits!

He thought about it more deeply.

This was clearly an attempt to save the two people, but the generals of the Great Yan Kingdom had to believe they were dead. Why?

Most likely, these two people still have some ties to them, some leverage that others have over them, or some family members still in the enemy camp.

Only if the Great Yan Kingdom believes they are dead can those people be safe.

But these are not questions they should be asking right now.

An order is an order; just execute it.

Zhen Linqing also secretly went to visit the other generals, pretending to chat casually.

He subtly probed for information.

He discovered that many people had received similar orders, but no one could speak of it publicly.

Zhen Linqing understood this arrangement. There were many people and many eyes in the army. Who knew if there were enemy spies lurking in the shadows? If the news leaked, not only would these two people be unable to be rescued, but the entire plan behind them would also be ruined.

Two days later, the two armies faced off on the battlefield again.

This time, Yun Qiaoqiao's sword strikes were noticeably less forceful. Unlike before, when a single strike would send the person and their armor flying, each strike left room for maneuver.

She moved through the chaotic battlefield, dealing with the enemy soldiers rushing towards her while glancing at every face out of the corner of her eye.

The order mentioned that the two Du brothers were currently assigned to the front lines as cannon fodder, wearing the most ordinary soldier's armor and mixed in with the first wave of charging soldiers.

It's not hard to find if you look carefully.

Because real soldiers charge in formation, while cannon fodder are driven forward in disarray, their eyes filled with fear instead of fighting spirit, their steps faltering as if something more terrifying than death is chasing them from behind.

Sure enough, Yun Qiaoqiao quickly found one of them.

The man was dressed in thin cloth, without even a decent leather armor.

He had old wounds on his arms and legs, with scabs and frostbitten cuts intertwined. His lips were purple and his face was blue from the cold, but he was still running forward desperately.

It's Du Yongjun.

Yun Qiaoqiao took a deep breath, drew her sword, and charged forward.

She couldn't make it too obvious; she had to engage in a few rounds of fighting with her opponent first, so that it would appear to those around her as a normal confrontation.

Du Yongjun's martial arts skills were clearly mediocre, or rather, he simply didn't have the strength to fight.

His hand holding the knife was trembling, whether from the cold or hunger, he didn't know, and each swing was weak and powerless.

Yun Qiaoqiao easily parried his weapon, then deliberately created an opening for him to attack twice. After putting on a good show, she seized a moment when no one was paying attention and stabbed him in the abdomen.

The angle and depth of that cut were precisely calculated by her.

From the outside, the blade was embedded in the abdomen, and blood gushed out instantly, staining half of the clothes red. Anyone who saw this would think that the man was doomed.

But in reality, she missed a vital spot. It looked like she was bleeding a lot and the scene was frightening, but as long as she was taken back and treated in time after the battle, she wouldn't die.

Du Yongjun stared at her with wide eyes, his lips moved a few times, then his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

Yun Qiaoqiao kicked him to a slightly flatter open space by the roadside to prevent him from being trampled into mincemeat by the hooves of the charging horses.

Then she stood next to that "corpse," hacking and slashing enemy soldiers from a few steps away, not daring to go too far.

The battle lasted a full hour.

The Great Yan Kingdom finally sounded the horn signaling retreat, and the enemy troops retreated like a tide.

Without saying a word, Yun Qiaoqiao picked up Du Yongjun and ran back.

She was strong; carrying a large man, she ran faster than someone empty-handed, rushing into the army doctor's tent.

He laid the person down on the bed and, panting heavily, said to the medic, "Quick, save him!"

The military doctor had also made prior arrangements, knowing that a special "wounded soldier" would be sent over today.

The old man calmly examined the wound and nodded.

They then quickly moved Du Yongjun to a separate tent nearby and began cleaning and suturing his wound.

Yun Qiaoqiao stood outside catching her breath, wiped the blood and sweat from her face, and then turned and ran back to her team.

She is now a commander of a thousand men. After the battle, she has to take stock of the casualties, regroup the troops, and check if Xiao Yunqi and his buddies have lost any limbs.

Halfway there, she ran into Chen Qianhu from the next camp.

Chen Qianhu was also carrying a person on his back. The person's head was drooping and his face was covered in blood and mud, but Yun Qiaoqiao still recognized him at a glance.

Du Yongshang.

Later, Yun Qiaoqiao asked Zhen Linqing what happened to the two Du brothers after they were rescued.

Zhen Linqing shook his head; he didn't know either...