Disguised as a man: Watch me create a new dynasty

In the cold winter, a rare snowstorm suddenly struck.

The sky and the earth were covered in silver, and the heavy snow was still falling, as if to bury all things in the world in this cold embrace.

As the severe cold weather raged, a team of soldiers braved the wind and snow and entered the disaster-stricken village of Sishui.

The houses in the village were shaking under the pressure of heavy snow, and many had already collapsed. The soldiers stationed in the village and the young and middle-aged people organized by the village chief were helping to rescue the affected houses.

When the chief of Sishui Village saw more soldiers coming, he hurried forward to greet them.

"Soldiers, you must have worked hard on the march! Go to the side and take a rest for a while."

Then he turned to his wife and shouted, "Mother, quickly organize the women in the village to prepare tea and entertain the soldiers."

The leading general frowned slightly and said, "Alright, we in the Xie family army are not some kind of lord or lord. Where did you learn such slick words?"

He waved his hand and pointed at the collapsed house, "Action!"

The soldiers behind him immediately dispersed upon hearing the order, divided into small groups of several people, and walked quickly towards the collapsed house.

The village chief in front of him smiled awkwardly and said, "Sir... no, General, please come in."

The general ignored him and walked directly to the collapsed house nearest to him and started cleaning it up.

The people gathered around looked at each other.

Is this Xie Jiajun?

It seems different from other soldiers.

Although the Xie family army has been stationed in the northern border, they rarely come out unless there is a large-scale war.

Therefore, the impression of soldiers by the people in the north mostly comes from the barbarian soldiers who often harass border villages and the information transmitted from other capitals.

They would only watch from a distance when Xie's army arrived to clean up small groups of enemies.

They were scared at first. When the snow started to fall, a group of soldiers suddenly came to the village and stationed at the foot of the mountain at the end of the village.

Every household hid their own food and restricted their daughters and young daughters-in-law from going out.

I was afraid that the soldiers would take advantage of it and snatch it away.

But more than ten days have passed, and the soldiers rarely appear in public except for training in the snow at the foot of the mountain.

However, there was never any snow on the main roads and alleys in the village. Every day when they were about to go out to clean up, they found that the snow in front of the door had already piled up not far away.

So, gradually people were no longer afraid of Xie Jiajun, but they still held him in awe.

The soldiers who were carrying out disaster relief were wearing thick cotton clothes, but their movements were not affected at all.

They carried wood and tools and quickly dispersed to every household.

Some soldiers climbed onto the roof, carefully cleared the snow, and repaired the broken beams with solid wood.

Some helped reinforce the walls inside the house to resist the cold wind.

Their hands were red from the cold, and their eyebrows and beards were covered with frost, but their hands were still moving quickly.

A young soldier, trembling himself, gently comforted the frightened children and sent them to their families.

The villagers of Sishui Village looked at the busy soldiers with gratitude in their eyes.

An old man, with tears in his eyes, held the soldier's arm with trembling hands, and said in a choked voice: "My fellow soldiers, I have no way to repay your kindness!"

An aunt brought steaming hot ginger soup, her eyes full of admiration and gratitude: "Soldiers, drink some ginger soup to warm your bodies, you are our lifesavers!"

The rescued children gathered around the soldiers and said in childish but firm voices: "Brother, when I grow up I want to join the Xie Family Army like you!"

The relationship between the military and the people at this moment was circulated in Qingshui County for decades to come.

It's not just Sishui Village, every village in Qingshui County has stories being told.

Finally, the houses gradually stabilized and the villagers' tears of gratitude welled up in their eyes.

Their hearts are filled with gratitude and respect for the soldiers. This friendship is like a bonfire in winter, warming everyone's heart.

In this white world, the soldiers' figures are like the warm sun in winter, warming the hearts of every villager and illuminating the land shrouded by snow.

Some houses that had completely collapsed had to be abandoned, and homeless people stood in the snow, somewhat helplessly.

The child hugged his mother's legs tightly, his eyes full of fear.

What should I do? Will I still be frozen to death?

The soldiers stationed there and the general leading the supporting team were also in trouble.

Looking at the group of people in front of him, the leading general scratched his head anxiously.

"It's getting dark, and it will be even colder at night. They will freeze to death!"

Every household can barely accommodate their own people, so where can they find spare rooms to accommodate all these people?

There was a bloated figure in the crowd moving quietly. While no one was paying attention, he secretly left the village under the cover of snow piles.

Everyone's attention was on how to accommodate the homeless people, and no one noticed that the man had left.

It was getting dark.

The cold wind was raging and the snow began to get heavier.

The squad leader of the stationed soldiers gritted his teeth and glanced at his soldiers.

"If not, let's give the villagers the wooden houses we built to live in first."

The general of the support team glared at the team leader and said, "We don't have the materials to build a tent now. What are you going to do? Freeze to death in the snow?"

"No! General, you are our saviors. How can we let you sleep outside in such cold weather?"

"We are still alive today thanks to you guys who sent us firewood and food. How can we let you suffer from the cold?"

"That's right! Are the lives of the soldiers not lives? They are just half-grown children..."

The old men looked at each other and saw the determination and resoluteness in each other's eyes.

"Please take good care of the children, they are small and can fit in with you."

"We old guys..."

“Let’s go up the mountain!”

People fell silent upon hearing this.

Isn’t it like this every winter?

Older people would go up the mountain by themselves to reduce the burden on their families.

Let the children live.

Originally, the elderly people in the village felt that they had hope of surviving this year.

but……

There was silence all around, and people were immersed in sorrow.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone in the village?"

The voice of someone shouting not far away broke the dull and sad atmosphere.

Everyone was stunned.

It's almost dark and it's snowing so heavily, how could anyone be walking outside?

A soldier recognized the voice of the person coming and said, "General, this is our man!"

"It is a garrison unit stationed in Qinghe Village."

Everyone was even more confused. Although Qinghe Village was the closest to Sishui Village, it was still several miles away.

In this situation, why would they go out without permission instead of going to Qinghe Village for rescue?

Could it be that he came to ask for help?

Everyone looked at each other, and suddenly felt troubled. Things in Sishui Village were very tricky.

Qinghe Village has come to ask for help again. What should we do now?

Is it really that God won't allow us to survive?