Here, Luo Fengtang said to the soldier: "I deeply understand what your family is going through. I also support your wish."

"Ji 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 with your flesh and blood 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 of meeting me again.

Next, Luo Fengtang asked other people one by one about their wishes.

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

These wishes are all kinds of strange, some want to have ten sons, some want to marry three wives.

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

But the New Year is approaching, and the Chinese New Year is just over a month away. Most people’s wish is to go home and have a New Year’s Eve dinner with their loved ones!

At the end, Luo Fengtang said with a smile: "Each of us has our own wish."

"So, what are the prerequisites for your wish to come true?"

"Alive!"

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

"If we are passive and negligent, then when we encounter a crisis and fail the mission, it may even cost us our own lives."

"If your life is gone, what else can you wish for? My family will never be able to wait for us to go back!" Luo Fengtang said.

After saying this, the ruined temple suddenly became quiet, and 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 lightens a little, we will set off immediately and deliver the grain and grass to Yanmen Pass in one go."

In the next few days, everyone changed their previous laziness and inactivity and escorted the grain and grass to Yanmen Pass non-stop.

"Adjutant Zhang, give the order and ask the brothers to stop first and not to rush through the canyon ahead."

At dusk that day, Luo Fengtang suddenly reined in the reins and ordered Adjutant Zhang beside him.

Adjutant Zhang looked at a winding path in front of him that was sandwiched between two steep canyons, and then asked Luo Fengtang with some confusion: "What is the general's plan?"

Luo Fengtang sat upright on the horse and said nothing.

I just looked around and my eyebrows furrowed secretly.

With his special sensitivity to danger, he sensed murderous intent.

"Let 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 rode over.

"General Luo." He called Luo Fengtang.

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

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

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

Luo Fengtang narrowed his eyes. At this time, Adjutant Zhang said: "Adjutant Peng, General Luo is instructing me on this matter. Why do you all think something is wrong here?"

As soon as he finished speaking and the order was given, a roar suddenly sounded from the low hillsides on both sides.

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

Surrounding them from both wings, there seemed to be more than 2,000 people, twice as many as the kitchen army escorting the grain and fodder.

"It's the enemy of the Liao Dynasty. Leave the left to me. Adjutant Peng, take a group of capable brothers to the right. Adjutant Zhang will lead a group of old and weak soldiers to guard the food and grass in the middle."

Despite the emergency, Luo Fengtang remained calm and calmly gave the instructions.

Then, he pulled out the sword in his hand that could cut iron as well as clay, clamped his legs tightly around the dismounted horse king's abdomen, and faced him...

…

This battle, in which a small number of people defeated a large number, became a battle that the surviving brothers in the kitchen army would remember for the rest of their lives.

Use less to defeat more, use weak to defeat strong.

Facing the opponent's sophisticated Daliao cavalry, this group of kitchen troops were simply unworthy of success.

However, because of the presence 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 a long time later, but it was a battle planned by enemies, they all felt how powerful Luo Fengtang was.

It is simply inhumanly powerful.

Rivers of blood flowed like a hell on earth, with corpses of enemy soldiers everywhere.

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

Fight to become a god!

A new generation of war gods was born.

Of the two thousand enemy troops, no one survived.

…

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

The carriage was going somewhere, and the wheels and the sound of horse hooves were rushing together. All he could see above him was a string of familiar wind chimes hanging on the roof of the carriage.

My mind suddenly cleared up, and I sat up suddenly.

"Qing'er?"

That's right, this is their family's carriage and wind chimes, which Qing'er hung up with her own hands.

Could it be that Qing'er is here?

The curtain of the carriage that was originally hanging down was lifted up by a white and tender hand, and a handsome face that made him think about it day and night came into view.

"Oh, you're finally awake, thank God."

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

He looked at Luo Fengtang with his eyes and raised his hand to press his wrist and feel his pulse.

"Well, I'm finally back to normal." She said again, then turned around and grabbed the warm teapot beside her, and poured him some tea.

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

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

"I'm not going to Yanmen Pass to fight, why am I in a carriage? What's going on here?" He asked with a confused look on his face, his mind was broken, and his memory stayed in the battle in the canyon that day.

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

Luo Fengtang took the tea as instructed and took a sip. Well, it was hot and fragrant. It was real, not a dream.

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

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

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

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