A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Since she left, the general's mansion has remained empty. The guards and servants inside have not been dismissed and are still working there. Even the old steward is still there, in good health, though he has many more gray hairs now.

He was so moved when he saw Wutong and Shan walk in together that he burst into tears.

"It's true that heaven helps those who are destined for greatness, General. To see you again in this lifetime is something I never dared to dream of."

Wutong was quite surprised.

"Do you remember me?"

Unlike Shan, she hadn't spent much time with the housekeeper, and their relationship wasn't particularly close. After all these years, he should have forgotten her long ago.

The steward said, "I remember more than I remember. Half of the money you ordered me to distribute porridge back then is still left, and I've been saving it for you ever since. It's a pity that silver is worthless now, and it can only be used to make some jewelry and utensils."

Wutong laughed and said, "It's alright, I have no use for them anyway, you can do whatever you want with them."

The steward asked, "Then why has the general returned this time?"

"I'm here to get something."

After Wutong finished speaking, she asked him for the key to her room and led Shan over there.

The room is cleaned every day and remains spotless.

She opened the wardrobe, took out the clothes on the top shelf, revealing a wooden box at the bottom.

They took the box out, placed it on the table, and opened it; inside was a set of armor.

The armor was made entirely of metal, with scales arranged seamlessly one after another, impervious to ordinary arrows and swords. It was much larger than standard armor, custom-made to her measurements, including the helmet.

Wutong gently stroked the armor, while Shan stood to the side, somewhat uneasy.

"Sister Wutong, are you really going to the battlefield?"

Wutong hummed in agreement.

"Then will you take me with you? I don't want to stay in Lingyun Mansion and wait for you to come back. I want to stay by your side."

Shan Yangqiu.

The sycamore tree shook its head.

"You're too weak to even kill a chicken. Going to the battlefield is just courting death. You might even become a burden to us, and we'll have to come back to save you."

Shan knew she was telling the truth, and was extremely annoyed.

"I should have known better than to learn this stupid manual and instead practice swordsmanship with you."

"Swords and spears are useless now. They use cannons. One shot from one can kill even the thickest armor."

Wutong imagined the tragic scene and sighed. Then, smiling, she patted her head and comforted her:

"Don't be discouraged. Even if we don't succeed this time, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to come in handy in the future."

Shan was greatly encouraged upon hearing this, and picked up the armor, saying, "How about I help you try it on? Just make sure it doesn't spoil."

"it is good."

After some effort, Wutong was put into the armor and then the helmet, leaving only her eyes exposed.

After retreating from the mountain, he admired her and praised, "She's so beautiful, she looks good in anything."

This armor is barely better than an iron bucket, what's so beautiful about it?

Wutong was both amused and exasperated, and told her to stop admiring it and quickly check if there were any damages.

Wearing armor, Wutong returned to the palace and went to the armory to choose two guns that suited her.

The armor was already heavy, and with the steel gun and bullets, the load was almost as heavy as her own weight. Luckily, she had a vehicle, otherwise she would have been unable to move an inch.

Everything was ready, and the day of departure had arrived.

Wutong was putting on her armor in the room when Duan Fufeng walked in from outside. He nodded to the maids, who then withdrew, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Wutong, with her back to him, was unaware of his arrival. She struggled to lift her collar with both hands and called out behind her:

"Help me fasten the armor up, it's too heavy."

Duan Fufeng went over, gently took her hand, and lifted her up lightly. The armor that had previously been impossible to close was now fitted onto her body perfectly.

She smelled the familiar scent, turned around, and exclaimed in surprise:

"You came……"

Duan Fufeng's gaze fell on her, and she awkwardly adjusted her armor, a embarrassed smile on her face.

"It's strange, isn't it? I haven't worn armor in years..."

"No, it's beautiful."

Duan Fufeng held her shoulders, kissed her forehead, and personally put the helmet on her.

Wutong picked up the gun she had chosen, slung it over her right shoulder, and sighed as she looked out the door.

"lets go."

Duan Fufeng nodded, and as he passed by her, he took her hand and led her out of the room.

Ten thousand men were already waiting outside the city. The two men rode to the front of the column and gave the order for the army to move toward Kido Castle.

Three days later, they arrived at the foot of Kido Castle, with only half a day left before the agreed time.

Wutong was completely encased in armor, making it extremely hot and stuffy. However, she didn't have time to wipe away her sweat as she assisted Duan Fufeng in taking stock of the number of people and clearing out the firepower, preparing for the upcoming meeting.

Moto Castle is an ancient city with a long history, having stood here since the previous dynasty. In the past, before the southern border was surrendered, it was a strategic location fought over by military forces, and countless battles took place here.

Since Duan Fufeng took control of the southern border, this land had been peaceful and tranquil until the arrival of the Central Plains army, which shattered the silence. Inside and outside the city walls lay piles of corpses, the result of their attack on the city a few days earlier.

The Central Plains army was stationed ten miles north of Kido Castle. Standing on the city wall of Kido Castle, one could see one tent after another stretching into the distance. They were like ferocious beasts poised to pounce, ready to unleash a bloodbath and plunge the land into chaos.

The thought that Nanxing was in those tents and that she was about to negotiate with him weighed heavily on Wutong's mind.

Fortunately, Duan Fufeng stayed by her side the whole time. After finishing all his work, he walked behind her and gently put his arm around her waist.

"If you're having trouble, I'd rather go alone."

Wutong shook her head firmly.

"I must go."

The matter began because of her, and it will naturally end because of her as well.

She can't hide and be a coward.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was high in the sky.

The two armies met outside Kido Castle, separated by a distance of nearly a hundred meters, with the soldiers staring intently at each other.

They once belonged to the Great Western Dynasty, which is now barely surviving, but they can no longer live in harmony as before.

The people of southern Xinjiang live peacefully in their corner of the country, and they see the Central Plains' declaration of war as an outrageous act of bullying.

Wutong and Duan Fufeng stood at the very front of the column, while their commander stood at the front of the Central Plains army.

Nanxing wasn't standing; he was sitting in the carriage. Unlike the others, he wasn't wearing armor. Instead, he wore his usual dark silk robe, embroidered with a dragon in black thread. At first glance, the dragon was indistinct, but when light shone on his clothes, one could sense the dangerous aura of the black dragon through the reflection.

His aura, like his own, was extremely still and suppressed.

He raised his eyelids, his gaze piercing through the car window, landing on Wutong from a distance of over a hundred meters away. Wutong trembled slightly, as if she could see his cold eyes.

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