We agreed to save the world together, and you said you are the creator god?

Feiying glanced at Jing Anping and saw that he had no intention of giving up, so she continued to persevere.

"It was His Majesty who personally awarded me the title of Protector of the Country Princess at the end of the last day of the martial arts competition. I think that since I deserve the title of 'Protector of the Country', I should live up to the name and serve the country. I am now willing to lead the troops to fight for Fengchang, and I hope Your Majesty will fulfill my wish."

"But..." Jing Anyu hesitated to speak.

"Your Majesty, are you worried that I am not capable enough and have no experience in leading an army? Are you afraid that the situation will get worse?"

Seeing Jing Anyu remained silent, Feiying knew she was right.

"If your majesty is worried, why not arrange an examination for me? If I am not able to pass the examination, I will not mention this matter again and will voluntarily give up. Otherwise, I hope your majesty will help me."

Jing Anping finally came over to persuade them.

After the two of them took turns persuading each other, they finally got Jing Anyu's nod.

Jing Anyu arranged a special person to conduct a series of tests on Feiying that day.

With Feiying's abilities, she passed the test smoothly without any surprises.

Faced with a result that was even better than the assessment of General Zhuo Peng in the past, Jing Anyu had no reason to refuse her from leading the troops.

That same day, he promoted her to the rank of General of National Defense and ordered her to lead 50,000 troops to the battlefield to resolve the crisis in Fengchang as soon as possible.

Although there is no shortage of soldiers, there is a shortage of food and fodder.

According to Jing Anyu, the current food on hand is only enough to feed 50,000 troops for up to three months.

But he will transport food and fodder from all over the country as soon as possible, and then arrange for separate people to escort the food and fodder and send them to the front line for supply.

At present, no one knows how the situation on the front line has evolved. Even Feiying dare not say that without the blessing of spiritual power, she can perfectly solve the disaster of Fengchang Kingdom within three months.

However, since she was born and lived for so many years, she has never given up. No matter what the outcome of this trip is, she will try her best.

So Feiying led the army and set off in a mighty manner despite the lack of food and fodder.

She was wearing silver armor, riding a tall horse with shiny fur, and leading the team at the front.

"Hey, it hurts."

Feiying glanced at Jing Anping who was riding a horse beside her. She saw that he looked very uncomfortable sitting there.

"Jing Anping, if you can't bear this hardship, it's not too late to go back now before you get too far from the imperial city."

Jing Anping clearly looked like he was in unbearable pain, but he was still stubborn.

"If I don't go back, I will go to the front line together!"

"But you don't know martial arts, so why are you so persistent in going to the frontline? Don't you know how cruel war is? On the battlefield, if you are not careful, you can lose your life."

"I am not afraid. Besides, I still have you. How can you watch me die?"

"Swords have no eyes. If a fight really breaks out, even if I have great martial arts skills, I may not be able to protect you. You should think carefully about this."

"When that time comes, I will regard it as my fate. I will never regret it."

Feiying's eyes darkened.

Jing Anping, what exactly are you thinking?

Was it to take advantage of this opportunity to seize military power and usurp the throne when the war was over and the defense was weak, or was it really for the sake of preventing Fengchang from being destroyed?

Unfortunately, no matter how she calculated since she came to this small world, the future was still a mess.

Although this can be considered a good thing, at least it proves that the ending of this small world has not yet been completely determined.

Forget it, don’t think about it too much.

Feiying whipped the horse under her with a whip and sped up the pace.

"Since you are so stubborn, then follow me!"

"The entire army should speed up its march and strive to reach the front line as soon as possible!"

At Feiying's order, the army marched faster.

In the evening, the army was forced to stop its march and set up camp.

As soon as the tent was set up, Jing Anping walked in and even lowered the curtain.

Feiying knew what he was doing in there without even having to think about it.

Feiying got ointment for treating skin injuries from the accompanying military doctor.

After she got it, she found a secluded corner, opened the lid, cast a healing spell on it, and blended it into the ointment.

Only then did she take the ointment and come to Jing Anping's tent.

"Jing Anping, I brought you something that you will definitely find useful."

She waited at the door of the tent for a while before Jing Anping opened the tent.

"What did you bring?"

"An ointment that is particularly effective in treating external injuries."

Feiying took the small white porcelain bottle in her hand and shook it.

There was a clear flash of light in Jing Anping's eyes, and he pretended to be serious and coughed lightly.

"Who said this king needs it?"

Feiying's mouth twitched slightly, and she was about to take the small medicine bottle back: "Really? If you don't need it, I can take it back."

Jing Anping quickly snatched it away and said, "There is no reason to take back something that is to be given away. I will accept this medicine."

Feiying closed her eyes slightly: "Dinner will be ready soon, I'll bring it to you, you can rest for a while."

After that, she turned and left.

Jing Anping watched her walk away before he lowered the curtain again. His hand, holding the small porcelain bottle, felt inexplicably hot.

After the big pot of rice was ready, Feiying brought two servings and went to Jing Anping's tent again.

After a day's journey with the army, I only had a piece of dry ration to eat with water during the rest period at noon.

He had been pampered in the palace since he was a child and had never experienced such hardship. He was already starving, and if a table full of delicacies was placed in front of him, he felt that he could eat it all.

Seeing Feiying coming in with the food, Jing Anping walked over happily. However, when he took a closer look at the white rice mixed with beans and the greasy bowl of dried meat soup next to it, his face drooped like a bitter gourd.

"Why are these things here? They don't look tasty at all."

Feiying didn't intend to be polite with him, so she just found a place to sit down and started eating.

"We are going out to fight. I thought you were going out to see the mountains and rivers. It's good enough to have something to eat. Why are you so picky?"

If the food supplies don't arrive in half a month, all 50,000 of them will starve.

As the saying goes, before the soldiers and horses move, food and grass go first.

Now they are almost fighting a do-or-die battle.

Jing Anping looked at the food in front of him and didn't want to touch it at all, but he was too hungry. After hesitating for a long time, he stomped his feet and sat down. He gritted his teeth, picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of broth and put it into his mouth.

Maybe he was really too hungry, he finished the meal quickly.

Feiying looked at him with a smile in her eyes, and didn't say much.

After eating, Feiying took the tableware out and told Jing Anping to get a good rest at night as they still had at least a few days of travel to do.

The next morning, Feiying saw that Jing Anping had regained his usual energetic appearance, and she knew that the ointment she had used yesterday was effective.

After having a breakfast of white porridge and dry steamed buns, the army reorganized and continued its march.

At this time, Jing Anping came to his horse and looked at the sudden extra layer of fur on the saddle, feeling a little confused.