On the horizon, the first ray of morning light penetrated the night like a thin thread, and the horizon glowed with a faint golden color.

However, in this dim light, the torches in the military camp burned more vigorously, and the firelight danced, reflecting the resolute faces of the soldiers.

Their faces looked dark and tough under the firelight, and their eyes revealed a firm light, like the Big Dipper in the dark night.

There are even many people with uncontrollable excitement on their faces.

We set out from Pingcheng in thirty-nine days. After waiting outside the Great Wall for so long, we finally waited until the horn sounded.

"Woooooooo..."

The trumpet sounded, followed by the thump of the war drum.

On the temporary school ground where the snow had not completely melted, the soldiers had already finished lining up when the drum beat fell, like a still forest.

Although they were not wearing armor, the weapons they held - long swords, battle axes, and spears - each exuded a unique luster.

There is a faint light flowing on the blade, as if there is life;

The blade of the halberd is extremely sharp, as if it can tear through any obstacle;

The tip of the spear shone with cold light, as if it was ready to pierce the enemy's defense line at any time.

This is the standard made in Hanyang of the Han Dynasty. It was ordered by the imperial court and the iron smelting workshops in Jiuyuan and Pingcheng were responsible for the forging.

On the high platform in the center of the school grounds, General Zhendong stood tall and straight, like a pine in the snow.

The shirt is embroidered with exquisite patterns, and the blood-red color representing Yan Han is even more vivid under the firelight.

His extremely handsome face looked resolute and determined, and there was an unquestionable majesty between his brows.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, scanning the soldiers below, as if he could see everything. Every soldier swept by General Zhendong's eyes involuntarily straightened up.

Every moment when eyes meet, there seems to be an invisible force conveyed.

General Zhendong's voice was clear but extremely penetrating. With the blessing of the tin speaker, it echoed in the empty school field:

"Soldiers!"

His call was like morning bells and evening drums, shaking everyone present.

"Today, we are standing here not for our own selfishness, but to eliminate thieves and bring peace to the world. We are here to protect the peace of the people, so that our wives, children, and even our descendants will not suffer from war. We are here for three reasons.

Revitalize the Han Dynasty and restore the prestige of the Han family."

The words were like fire, igniting the passion in the hearts of the soldiers.

The grassroots political education that has been implemented for many years has allowed these Liangjiazi soldiers with Ji Han characteristics to understand why they are fighting.

"Soldiers, hold on to your weapons and tell those rogues who are the real masters of the grasslands!"

"Qiang!"

General Zhendong drew his sword and pointed it diagonally at the sky. The light of the sword flickered like a meteor streaking across the sky.

"drink!"

"drink!"

"drink!"

"wind!"

"wind!"

"wind!"

"Gale!"

The soldiers waved their weapons and shouted, and the sound of metal clashing suddenly sounded on the school field.

As the soldiers' emotions were ignited, their eyes shone with determination.

They clenched their weapons, their finger joints turning white from the exertion, as if they were concentrating all their strength into this moment.

They shouted in unison, their voices rolling in like thunder, making the earth tremble.

The early sun shone down, and the forest of weapons reflected the dazzling light, like lightning streaking across the sky.

The cold light and the eyes of the soldiers complement each other, forming a shocking picture.

"The military spirit is available!"

Dou Pin could only stand in the corner and watch all this. Even though he had an ulterior motive for his trip, he was also unable to stabilize his mood, and even his breathing became a little quick:

"How many years, how many years have I not seen such a majestic army..."

"The big man, the big man who has all his concubines as far as the sun and the moon touches, is finally back..."

And Dou Bin, his father and his son, who came early to wait for orders and stood next to Dou Pin, had already turned pale.

Especially Dou Huiti, when he remembered that he originally wanted to show off his clan's warriors in front of the Han army, his legs started to tremble uncontrollably.

On the commander's stage, General Zhendong's voice was still echoing:

"This time, we have only one goal - victory! No matter how many thieves there are in front of us, we have nothing to fear, because we have the sharpest weapons in the world in our hands. No one can stop the soldiers of the Han Dynasty, no one!"

"Wind! Wind! Wind! Strong wind!"

Loud shouts erupted on the school grounds, and the soldiers' blood boiled. They shouted in unison, and their voices surged like ocean waves, echoing between heaven and earth.

"Set off!"

It was already dawn, and the bonfires in the camp were still burning, and the firelight reflected the resolute faces of the cavalry.

They quickly checked the equipment and arranged the saddles of the war horses, and every movement seemed so skillful and neat.

The air was filled with tension and excitement. As the generals gave orders one after another, the soldiers of each battalion jumped onto their horses and held the reins tightly.

The sound of the horse's hooves was like thunder, causing the snow to fly continuously, and the whole earth seemed to be shaking.

The figures of the soldiers of the forward battalion were looming in the morning mist, like galloping dragons, galloping away into the distance.

"Their horses are so majestic, even after a whole winter, they are still so majestic!"

Dou Bin looked at the cavalry that kept coming out of camp. To be precise, they were cavalry horses. There was disbelief on his face, and more of a shock.

As if thinking of something, Dou Bin lowered his head, as if praying, and murmured:

"God, did you really send a messenger?"

Some people say that Feng was a messenger sent by the God of Plague, who brought endless disasters to the grassland.

Some people also say that he is a messenger sent by God, who can not only turn useless wool into clothing to resist the cold in winter.

Moreover, since ancient times, the possessed evil spirits that have been tormenting the grasslands for generations were driven away by the tea introduced to the grasslands from the Han region.

And Feng, I heard, was the first person to introduce tea to the grassland.

Until I see it with my own eyes, I can only tell you that this is a rumor.

After seeing it with my own eyes, I was shocked to realize that the rumors were not necessarily lies.

It can go out on the grassland in the cold winter, and the war horse can still fight immediately after passing through the whole winter.

People who are not from the prairie have no idea what this means.

"Destiny really lies with Han..."

Dou Bin sighed inwardly and ordered his son Dou Huiti:

"After we leave, you lead the tribe to stay here and let them wait for the news with peace of mind. Don't worry or be afraid. In a month, sufficient food will be delivered."

"I understand, kid." Dou Huiqi answered respectfully, then glanced at the surging and oppressive Han army, and asked with a somewhat uneasy expression:

"Sir, in a few days, all the snow will melt, and then there will be mud and water everywhere on the grassland. Can the Han people really transport the food here on time?"

When Dou Bin heard this, his eyes were a little worried, but he still shook his head gently:

"We have no retreat now and can only believe in General Guan's promise."

Regret?

nonexistent.

Not to mention that all the warriors in the clan were taken away, even if they were not taken away, as long as he dared to show a little regret, Dou Bin believed that the Han cavalry in front of him could crush this place to the ground.

No, there was no need for Han cavalry to be dispatched, just those Hu cavalry followers were enough to kill the warriors in the clan until they were unable to fight back.

At this time, Dou Pin next to him smiled and added:

"Why should Li Yan be so worried? Did you know that there is a saying in Dahan, called Dongfeng Express, the mission will be fulfilled?"

"Dongfeng Express must fulfill its mission?" Dou Bin repeated with some confusion, and then asked, "What does this mean?"

"This sentence refers to a warehouse under the Xinghan Association that moves materials. Its name is Dongfeng Express."

Dou Pin explained, "This Dongfeng Express, as long as it accepts the transfer request, will be able to deliver the items no matter when and where."

"Therefore, in many cases, even the imperial court would entrust them to transport grain and grass. If my guess is correct, the person who sent food and clothing this time must be Dongfeng Express."

"I see." Dou Bin's eyes also fell on the Han troops who were constantly leaving the camp. "With such elite soldiers and no worries about food and supplies, no wonder no one dared to block the Han army in these years."

The last trace of worry in his heart was finally put down. Dou Bin said to his other son Dou Suhou:
To be continued...