The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Wang Jian then opened the map of the Wei Kingdom.

Pointing to the area between Yingchuan and Daliang, he said, "This area is mostly plains, located in the lower reaches of the Yellow River. The Wei army is stationed around Daliang, putting the Qi and Chu armies in a pincer movement. It's not advisable to break this stalemate."

Ying Ji also looked around and felt that these maps were too simple. They should be redrawn in the future, or the sand table should be produced earlier. Not bad, that's an idea. She would go back and ask Elder Mo to make a sample.

"Don't worry, the King of Qin has received intelligence that this battle is not about attacking the State of Wei, but about them returning the four cities they have annexed. Unfortunately, these cities are located in remote areas, so this has been put on hold for the time being."

Continue to fight more small-scale battles, frequently depleting the remnants of Zhao's army and the armies of Qi and Chu, preventing them from retreating. Although the army is small, the cost in money and food is enormous.

The military rations I brought were enough to last for more than six months, when it was freezing cold and I was taking the soldiers home for the New Year.

Huan Yi stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "So that's how it is. So the King of Qin has already made a decision. This old minister admires you. In that case, this old minister will join forces with you and know what to do next."

Ying Ji then saw the previous commotion begin again, with everyone eager to play as a forward and rush out to take turns.

"Let General Huan Yi worry about this," he said quietly as he left the tent.

Seeing the sky was getting dark, they took the food and returned to the camp. To make themselves feel better, they also asked the army doctor for some medicine.

The system's medicine is too expensive, and I can't afford it for now. Fortunately, it's just a superficial wound, and the military doctor is very good at treating these kinds of injuries. In order to please Ying Ji, he even used his family's heirloom wound medicine, which is much better than the regular version.

Back in the tent, the man was still asleep.

His sleeping face resembled a tired lion; in his quiet state, he lost some of his sharpness and gained a gentler demeanor.

Although I was lying down, I felt full of energy.

Her body curves are perfectly smooth, like a stone sculpture meticulously carved by nature, leaving people in awe.

The various pinch marks on it are truly quite frightening.

The slight breathing caused the chest to rise and fall, and the undamaged skin revealed a creamy texture.

It makes you want to reach out and touch it gently, pull back the blanket, rub the medicine in your palm, and slowly apply it to the wound.

Use your thumb to push away the bruises and red marks on your body.

It must have felt really good, because the man unconsciously let out a soft groan.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, her eyes narrowed into slits, and she rubbed them, noticing the hands rubbing her body back and forth.

Without realizing it, she pulled up the blanket next to her and covered herself.

"What are you doing? It's broad daylight."

Ying Ji was speechless: [Do I look that desperate? ???]

She raised the medicine in her hand, forcibly pulled back the blanket, and continued to roam over the man's body.

"Hmm~"

When the massage reached his lower back, Bai Changchuan unconsciously let out a soft groan, then simply squinted his eyes and enjoyed the massage.

He would occasionally give instructions to move a little to the left or a little to the right.

After finishing the painting, I was still a little unsatisfied.

As a result, he got a hard slap on the butt: "Get up, the food's getting cold."

The man got up, dressed, and glared fiercely at someone.

Ying Ji had gotten used to it recently, and as the man got up, she pinched his pert buttocks and said, "Collect some interest."

Then he instantly left the tent and went out to find food.

With her arms crossed and a wide grin, she said, "A real woman never looks back at an explosion."

Seeing that his princess was acting strangely, Yuan Ge knew she was probably provoking Bai Cejun again. Although he didn't understand why she loved to court death, in Yuan Ge's eyes, the princess was always right.

After wandering around, all I saw were the same old eight-pack abs, chest muscles of all sizes, and beads of sweat rolling down their bodies under the scorching sun. Occasionally, I'd see a few good-looking guys and physiques sparring with each other.

Ying Ji was so excited she wanted to whistle a few times, but thankfully she refrained because of her status; it would have been too embarrassing.

Yuan Ge couldn't hold him back, so he could only look down and pretend he couldn't see anything.

While strolling around, I ran into Huan Yi and went straight to his tent for a meal. I also took the opportunity to discuss some issues I had noticed during my stroll with the old general.

Huan Yi took a closer look and found some of them quite novel, including some good ideas, but they were not suitable for use at the moment. He suggested that they return to Xianyang and test them on the new recruits.

Ying Ji understood perfectly. Modern methods are good, but they may not be applicable to modern times. Many military strategies include battle formations and troop formations, which cannot be changed in a short period of time.

However, Huan Yi still pulled out a group of elite soldiers and tried some simple methods: standing at attention and listening to orders. After a while, the soldiers would subconsciously obey their superiors' orders. Before the concept was formed in their minds, their bodies would naturally move in response.

This is more conducive to cultivating soldiers' execution ability. Also, running laps together, moving forward at the same speed and pace, is more suitable for training endurance and explosive power during forced marches.

After finishing her conversation, Ying Ji immediately announced that she would be returning to Xianyang the next day: "General, is there any letter from home that you would like me to take with you?"

Huan Yi chuckled and pulled out a thick stack of family letters from his robes: "These were all sent by my men. See if it's convenient for Lord Danyang."

Ying Ji took the letters. There were not only illustrated letters, but also family letters with various symbols. It was clear that apart from generals who were literate, many soldiers did not know how to write.

He stroked his chin and thought for a moment: "I will not be leaving until tomorrow. I would like to trouble the general to issue an order that all soldiers can line up outside my tent to write letters home for me. This applies to those from Xianyang. If they are from the same village or county, they can come together so that it will be easier to send them over."

Huan Yi's eyes were full of tenderness as he looked at the pretty young girl opposite him, his face full of admiration: "The Lord of Danyang is approachable and has meticulous plans, while the King of Qin is domineering and single-minded. Together, they complement each other, one firm and the other gentle. Qin is truly fortunate to have such members of the royal family."

Since hearing that Lord Danyang had asked someone to write letters home, the soldiers were excited. They had been away from home for half a year and missed their families terribly. Many even asked someone to help them bring along the military pay they had saved up through frugality.

Some people also wanted to give everything they got from the battlefield to their families.

All those who could write lined up and sat in a circle, and even some of the lieutenants helped write letters home.

People from the same village were put on one horse-drawn cart, which resulted in them arriving with grain and leaving with letters and supplies—it was practically an ancient version of SF Express.

In order to deliver these letters, Ying Ji traveled to almost every village in the surrounding area, and also took the opportunity to eliminate a few bad apples.

Lord Danyang's prestige reached an incredible level during this trip.

Seeing the suffering of so many common people, Ying Ji became even more convinced that she needed to work harder so that everyone could have enough to eat and that no one would pick up lost items on the road. This was not only Ying Zheng's dream, but it would also be hers in the future.

To instill a stronger sense of national pride in the military families, Ying Ji and Ying Zheng talked for a long time and decided that each family could send one person to Xianyang during the New Year to welcome the soldiers back.

Food, clothing, accommodation, and transportation are all covered by the national treasury. People from remote areas are organized to go by the county town. Even families with only elderly people or children can go to Xianyang together.

As long as you bring your own food, you can replenish your supplies at designated post stations.

Some people from Qianshou had never been to Xianyang in their entire lives, but now they met a nobleman from Xianyang, the very same Lord Danyang often mentioned in folk tales.

They were so excited that they wanted to bring out all the best things from their entire clan to offer as a sacrifice.

Ying Ji looked at the eggs held by the ragged old man in front of her and felt a pang of pity: "Grandpa, you can take these eggs and eat them yourself."

The old man was hard of hearing. When he saw the kind person in front of him, he refused to accept the gift and held the bamboo basket even higher: "Kind person, my dog ​​is grateful to you. We don't have anything good here, just these eggs. Don't worry, I washed these eggs several times, and the chickens are home-raised. They taste very good."

The old man smiled, his teeth were slightly chipped and blackened, and his whole body was covered with the marks of time and hardship. He clearly didn't want to eat it himself, saving it up to wait for his children to come home.

Seeing that Ying Ji hadn't made a move, the old man's face was full of sorrow. Finally, he awkwardly took the bamboo basket back and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. The noble people often eat these things, so they probably don't like them anymore. I'll go kill a hen and let the noble people try it."

Seeing the old man turn around to go back and kill the chicken, Ying Ji stopped him, took the bamboo basket, picked up an egg, and praised loudly: "These eggs are quite good. You must be a good chicken farmer. There are some chickens in this house that keep dying for some reason. Why don't you take a look for me, sir?"

When the old man saw the bamboo basket being taken away, he was first surprised, but when he heard the praise from the distinguished person in front of him, he couldn't help but feel happy: "You have a good eye. I have raised chickens in Xiaomiao Village all my life. Gouwa is also strong because he raised chickens. He passed the military examination on the first try. Everyone in the village envies me."

"That's right, that's right, the child's mother can't see it. How many chickens do you want to raise, sir? My chicks were raised on caterpillars since they were little, so they are healthy and lay big eggs."

As he spoke, he ran to put a lot of chickens into the coop and carefully carried them out to Ying Ji.

The young soldier next to him took the initiative to pick up the chicken coop.

Seeing that someone was helping him carry the chickens, the old man simply continued grabbing them until there wasn't a single chicken left in the so-called chicken coop. Then he wiped his hands and smiled at Ying Ji.

But Ying Ji felt like crying when she saw this scene.

Finally, they packed up the old man's belongings and decided to take him to Xianyang to live with him. He was an elderly man with no one else in the family; what if something happened to him?

There were quite a few such cases. Ying Ji would pack up those families with only an elderly person left, or those with only young children left, and take them back to Xianyang for resettlement.

There were no soldiers in the Qin state fighting desperately in the outside world, while their families were impoverished and couldn't even afford a bite to eat.