Glancing at the man riding a horse, Chen Mengtian slowly stepped back, wearing a veiled face and revealing a faint smile.

It's not fast enough to get drunk.

More than a dozen people left quickly on horseback.

Mo was drunk in front of him, and suddenly turned back with a feeling.

His gaze collided with Chen Mengtian from afar.

Met his knowing eyes, Chen Mengtian bent his eyes.

Then he turned around and walked down the street not far away.

Mo Zui looked at her departing back, retracted his gaze, turned his head and continued to walk towards the front city gate.

Time is precious to him, and if he is a little faster, the brothers will suffer less.

When he went to the capital this time, Mo Zui knew how long Chen Mengtian's hand was stretched.

At the same time, I also have a deeper understanding of one thing, money can really make ghosts grind.

At any time without money, it is absolutely impossible.

……

More than a month later.

Border with Iran.

Hundreds of wagons carrying grain and grass arrived, including weapons hidden inside.

A thousand flocks of sheep followed.

The arrival of these things has made the 300,000 Xuanjia Guard soldiers usher in the first food and clothing in more than ten years.

It's a pity that they don't know that Chen Mengtian brought it to them, and they only think that the young master has never forgotten them.

It wasn't until later that I learned that it was their young master's wife.

By then, they had already surrendered to the woman.

Just because she is the most worthy of the young master, and she also gives everything for the master.

Subvert the society and turn things around!

……

Jiang Zebei, who was fighting on the battlefield, once again repelled the Turkic generals.

Since harvesting the head of a Turkic general, Jiang Zebei no longer tortures and kills them.

Because by doing so, he will only end the war ahead of schedule, and everything he wants to do will not be achieved at all.

Moreover, if he has too much edge, he will also reveal his identity, and when the time comes, the gains outweigh the losses, and everything will be ruined.

Another victory, the soldiers of Xiliang Kingdom were very happy.

But Jiang Zebei has long been numb.

Except for the general he killed, the generals sent by the Turks later were all half-hanging, and they seemed to be testing something.

However, no matter how the Turks wanted to play, he was there for him.

As long as Xiliangguo doesn't lose, doesn't cut the land, and plays casually, this is his bottom line.

Jiang Zebei led the army back to the camp, and now in addition to the commander of the Tong family, only he is the most powerful.

The nephew of the Tong family just has the right to kill and kill, but in terms of strength, no second person can surpass Jiang Zebei.

Every time he wins a battle, Jiang Zebei will see the coach greet him in the camp.

"Good boy! Another victory! The head coach of the Tong family's nephew patted Jiang Zebei's shoulder with great satisfaction.

"To protect the family and defend the country, the subordinates will not hesitate." The voice is sonorous and powerful.

"Good, good!" The manager was delighted.

Since he had this kid, he has not been less benefited.

But my uncle (Tong Guozhang) said that everything should not be too full, and it is not good for him to take credit for himself these days.

So this time, the news sent to the capital has Jiang Zebei's name.

Jiang Zebei was the name given to him by his parents later, and after Wu'anhou was gone, his previous name had been removed.

Since taking over the secret guard, Jiang Zebei has known that he still has words, Jing Xing.

However, no matter which one it is, the past ten years have long been forgotten.

Now the names of the descendants of the Jiang family have appeared in the court again.

It's not remarkable, but it's a good start.