At the border.
The war continues.
For some inexplicable reason, these barbarian enemies always die with resentment on their faces.
It's baffling.
You were the ones who attacked us in the first place.
Yet when you're defeated and die, you still harbor grudges.
What right do you have to complain?
You started the trouble, yet you act aggrieved - what nonsense.
Life at the border is harsh, extremely harsh, but the soldiers' hearts burn with passion, and they remain spirited each day.
Fight, fight, fight.
On New Year's Day, the first day of the lunar year.
The enemy launched a fierce attack with reckless abandon.
It's rather inauspicious - perhaps they don't celebrate the New Year.
At home during New Year's, people won't even sweep away garbage.
Here, Lord Jiang said that seeing red is auspicious - a sign of prosperity for the entire year.
Kill, kill, kill.
This army grows stronger with each battle.
When they first arrived, there was General Meng and Meng Young General.
Now there's General Meng and Old General Meng.
Old Meng retired on the spot.
A person can't stay idle - once idle, all sorts of ailments surface: rheumatic legs, twisted back, headaches, body aches.
He still wanted to go to the battlefield, but his body truly wouldn't allow it.
He probably couldn't even hold the reins while riding, falling from horseback would be even worse.
Previously, he'd pushed through on sheer willpower, ignoring various ailments, gritting his teeth to endure.
Some civil officials even accused Old General Meng of clinging to power.
What nonsense about clinging to power.
Meng Shaoxia was glad he came to replace his grandfather.
His grandfather, who seemed invincible in his eyes, was actually a thin old man covered in scars once he took off his armor. At his age, ordinary elderly men would be enjoying their retirement at home.
Yet his grandfather still had to go to battle.
He grew up quickly.
It wasn't about seizing military power; he just hoped to establish himself soon, replace his grandfather, and let him rest.
His two children were very lovely; he hoped his grandfather could go back to hold them.
The wind was strong at the border.
Words would be blown away by the wind.
"Fine. You must return alive, or I'll have my sister remarry and change your children's surnames."
Meng Shaoxia's body twisted awkwardly, nearly falling from his horse.
The thought of that scenario was somewhat frightening.
Considering how protective his father-in-law and mother-in-law were of their children, it was actually possible.
But A'Yu would definitely be unwilling, would wait foolishly, so he must return.
"Hya!"
Whipping the horse forward.
The cold wind was bitter.
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The final battle.
When that time comes, they would return in triumph.
The soldiers pressed forward fearlessly.
Today was New Year's, and the battle continued. Lord Jiang had said they would definitely be able to return home in the new year.
Watching the army advance, Jiang Feng, in the midst of the troops, thought that Miss Dong wouldn't need to alter her wedding dress anymore; she could definitely wear it in winter.
At the Dong family residence.
Minister Dong was deeply worried.
Watching his silly daughter excitedly describe the wonders of the banquet.
Minister Dong thought that his daughter's wedding dress might need to be altered again, perhaps even upgraded in grandeur.
He dared not think further - what kind of luck did his daughter have?