My vicious dog, my horse, I can do whatever I want with it

"Still trying?" Zong Yanli looked at Qian Zhixing with amusement.

"..." Qian Zhixing's face turned red, and he didn't even draw the sword out of its sheath before returning it to Zong Yanli. He looked at Zong Yanli holding it so easily with an unbelievable look on his face, and couldn't help asking, "What's the name of your sword?"

"Wolf Palace."

Zong Yanli looked at the brand new sword in his hand with a complicated look. The sword was three feet and two inches long, with a black blade engraved with a silver wolf totem, the Zong Yan clan emblem engraved on the handle, and a word "Li" printed on the end.

This was a long sword given to her by her father when she joined the army, a set of iron armor and silver helmet made for her by her mother, and a war horse given to her by her sister.

From then on, these three things followed her on her expeditions, but in the end, only she came back.

The long sword broke, the silver helmet shattered, and the warhorse died on the battlefield to save her.

She was the only one who returned home...

"We don't need to go to the front line this time, so there's no need to bring the horses." Zong Yanli turned and said to Wen Nian.

At this time, being able to have a warhorse of one's own was undoubtedly something that people envied. Many people had already spent huge amounts of money to prepare military armor, probably because they clearly knew that leather armor was something that could protect themselves and save their lives.

There were no more than five people in the entire camp of new recruits who had war horses.

There are countless people who are working hard to sharpen their blunt swords. Most of them are blunt swords that others don't want and bought from other places for very little money.

Iron armor is hard to come by, let alone a silver helmet.

Most of the recruits wore cheap leather armor, which was either passed down from their fathers or brothers in military households, or was worn out and patched, barely enough to protect their chest and back.

How much combat effectiveness can such a group of new soldiers have?

"What are you hiding secretly?" The soldiers in the camp sat together. Maybe because they were going to go to the battle tomorrow, today's food was especially rich. The brothers were all very happy and they even got to drink a mouthful of meat soup!

"Don't tear it!" The honest man who was protecting his chest dodged again and again.

"Why are there words embroidered on your leather armor?" The man next to him laughed and nudged him with his shoulder, saying, "Did your sweetheart embroider it?"

The honest man smiled, covered his chest and said, "My wife embroidered it."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone sighed and looked at him with envy. It was really enviable to be able to marry a wife so early.

The man said with some sadness: "We were married just half a month ago, and I joined the army..."

"Hey, how did you two know each other?" People are always very curious about this kind of gossip, and everyone listens with great interest.

"We have known each other since we were little. We are from the same village." The honest man said vaguely, as if he was a little embarrassed, "She was bitten by a snake when we went up the mountain together. I sucked out the venom for her and sent it back home."

"You also know that the girl's innocence is the most important."

"Of course I have to take responsibility, so I asked my parents to go and propose marriage."

The people nearby were also upset when they heard this, and a curious person took the opportunity to ask: "Where did the snake bite? Could it be..."

The man blushed and denied, "I bit my ankle! What are you thinking?"

Everyone around burst into laughter, and someone sighed bitterly: "I haven't even married yet, so I don't know what it's like to be a woman."

Once the topic revolved around women, the direction could not be controlled. Someone pulled the man aside and asked him again and again what it felt like on the wedding night. The man blushed and scolded, "You'll know when you get married!"

Outside the tent, everyone sat around the campfire.

Perhaps as the atmosphere deepened, more and more people started talking about family matters. Zong Yanli was silent for a long time, then stood up and left.

Wen Nian turned his head to glance at Zong Yanli's back, then stood up and followed him to a big rock outside the tent and sat down.

This place is secluded, with only the occasional patrolling guards walking around in the distance.

Wen Nian was a little confused, and looked at Zong Yanli and said, "Why is the eldest master away from the crowd?"

He could see that Zong Yanli was not an unsociable person, and was even kind to people around her, but she was always very restrained and never made close friends with others. Some people said that she was arrogant, and that it was normal for someone of her status to look down on them.

But Wen Nian didn't think so at all.

"It's not good to listen too much." Zong Yanli looked at the dark night sky in the distance with deep eyes.

"I don't quite understand. The eldest master obviously doesn't hate them, so why does he never respond to other people's kindness?" Wen Nian said as he sat on the ground next to Zong Yanli.

"The more you listen and the deeper you understand, the harder it is to let go of the feelings." Zong Yanli took a deep breath, his eyes gloomy.

She knew how it felt.

The friend who was arm in arm with you yesterday may be lying in front of you with blood all over his body tomorrow.

You remember the name of each of your friends who call you Ali Ali with a smile, know their expectations and wishes, and know that they have lovers waiting for them, loving old mothers, and young sisters at home.

When this moment comes, you will know how devastated and helpless the friend you used to chat and laugh with felt when his body parts were picked up.

Once is enough.

enough.

Zong Yanli lowered his eyes and gently stroked the long sword in his hand: "There are too many people I want to protect, but I am just a human, not a god."

"What has the eldest master experienced?" Wen Nian finally asked his question.

Although he is only fifteen years old, he seems to be a huge mystery. In his deep eyes, there is a lot of silent pain that is difficult to understand, like the sadness after experiencing vicissitudes of life, without the freshness of youth.

Her eagerness and calmness exist in contradiction.

His gaze into the night seemed to have passed through the long river of time, and his thin shoulders seemed to be carrying too many things that he could not understand.

Wen Nian glanced at her slightly thin profile and frowned slightly.

Many people tossed and turned that night, some were afraid, some were excited, some were worried, some were nervous...

No matter what their mood was, when the drums sounded the next day and the whole army assembled, they still stood in front of the platform. Standing at the end, they saw from afar General Chen standing high on the platform, selecting generals and speaking words to boost morale in front of the battle.

The soldiers' blood boils and they listen to the louder and louder shouts of "Our army will surely win!"

The moment the horn sounded, they stepped out of the barracks and rushed to the battlefield without hesitation.

The dust was blinding. Zong Yanli looked ahead at the familiar team and the team behind the dead woods. They couldn't even see the fight in front of the battle. They could only see the huge crowds of people standing in the sun.

"When will the fight start?" Someone wiped the sweat from his face and complained in a low voice with a dry mouth.

"Shut up." The captain riding high on his warhorse in front glanced over coldly.

Zong Yanli stood there calmly. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard the sound of a horn. The war had finally begun.