The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

So, on that very day, Sikong Jin led 20,000 iron cavalry from south of Yisu Mountain, heading straight for the border in the northwest that bordered the Liao Dynasty. Their destination was Talan City, a city on the border of Chongzhou in the northwest!

Marching through the snow and ice is much more difficult than a normal march. Before setting off, the Minister of Works distributed a bag of Mongolian King liquor to each of the 20,000 soldiers. It is said to be the strongest liquor in the entire Northwest region and the most effective in resisting the cold. One sip will make you feel like your whole body is on fire. It is the king of liquors in the Northwest region!

Lord Sikong himself also brought two bags. In order to shorten the marching time, she also had the soldiers change their food to compressed dry rations, such as dried meat floss and compressed biscuits. Most of these soldiers had previously traveled all over the country with her father, Commander-in-Chief Sikong Qi, and they were already used to this kind of life.

Lord Sikong need not worry that they will be like those green recruits, crying and running home for their parents after being exposed to wind, rain, sun and snow. These soldiers have fought bloody battles in wind, frost, rain and snow. They are incredibly brave and invincible in battle, and dare to forge ahead in harsh environments. They are an indestructible army of steel!

Three days later, Sikong Jin's troops entered Chongzhou. Along the way from Yisu Mountain, they saw large groups of emaciated refugees and beggars everywhere. They were ragged, with dull eyes, and dragged their thin bodies through the snow and ice. Most of them were women, children, and infants who had no labor power. As soon as they saw Sikong Jin's troops passing by, they swarmed around them, begging for food.

The further you go, the more you see the ravaged mountains and villages. Those beautiful houses have been reduced to ashes by the scorching flames of war. The smell of scorched earth constantly fills the air. Everywhere you can see the bodies of refugees who died of hunger and war. The entire Northwest region is shrouded in a stagnant silence. Even the ice and snow cannot cover up the countless cruel and tragic facts.

Seeing such a cruel and tragic disaster, Sikong Jin frowned. It was not hard to see that these refugees were suffering from famine while also suffering from the burning, killing and looting of the Liao army on the border. They retreated to the central part of Dayong in fear, but were blocked by the relief army sent by Dayong. Unable to advance or retreat, they could only be trapped and die in this icy and snowy land!

That makes sense. If these refugees were to flow into central Da Yong and flee to every corner of the country, what would become of the dignity of Da Yong's high-ranking officials? The very foundation of the nation would be shaken...

With no other option, these refugees could only flow into the Liao Dynasty. However, some scheming individuals in the Liao Dynasty began to exploit the famine to incite a terrible riot. If this riot was not handled properly, no one dared to imagine what would happen next!

Sikong Jin naturally couldn't let these refugees delay his journey, so he sent some soldiers to comfort the disaster victims and temporarily gather them together, while sending someone to tell the Ice City of Yisu Mountain to send someone to meet him. He then led his troops to continue on their way.

"Sir, there's trouble ahead!"

As they passed a village, the lieutenant next to them suddenly spoke up.

Sikong Jin frowned, spurred his horse forward, and sure enough, he saw the scouts he had sent out to explore riding towards him. A sharp arrow was stuck in his back, piercing his chest. He was using his last strength to wave the flag in his hand, to warn everyone that there was danger ahead. He didn't even get to say his last words before collapsing on the cold snow.

"Stop!"

Sikong Jin's expression turned cold, and he slightly raised his hand to signal the army behind him to stop.

As soon as the army stopped, the soldiers quickly and skillfully assembled, forming a battle formation. Their eyes were alert as they watched their surroundings, and they drew their sharp swords from their waists, instantly preparing for battle.

Sikong Jin's cold, sharp gaze swept around before finally settling on the dead soldier lying in the snow. She dismounted and strode towards him, crouching down beside him. She pulled the arrow from his chest, and a spurt of warm blood immediately gushed out, the pungent smell filling her nostrils. Sikong Jin's usually calm heart suddenly began to pound violently.

She examined the arrow in her hand closely, her eyes flashing with a cold, razor-sharp light, and said calmly, "It's a feathered arrow from the Liao Dynasty."

"Rest in peace, warrior! You did a good job!" She reached out and covered the soldier's still wide-open eyes, then suddenly raised her head and looked at the village in front of her, where black smoke was still rising slightly, before throwing away the arrow in her hand.

"Ahead lies a village near the border of the Liao Dynasty. It looks like it has just been plundered. Sir, what should we do now?"

The lieutenant, looking at his dead brothers, said bitterly, "Sir, we must chase after them now and kill those beasts to avenge our brothers!"

Sikong Jin did not answer, but stared thoughtfully at the billowing smoke for a long time before saying to his adjutant beside him, "Bring me the map."

"Yes! Your lord!"

The deputy general quickly presented the map, and Sikong Jin deftly opened it, soon finding her current location on the map.

"We are here now, in Lijiazhuang. Less than fifty li to the west lies the territory of the Liao Dynasty. Their Tata City seems to be less than a hundred li from the border. And less than two hundred li to the north is Dakou Town, and Talan City is here, less than a hundred li from Dakou Town. The gates of Chongzhou City are now tightly closed. This morning, scouts reported that the rioting mob has captured Talan City and is using it as a base to try to capture Chongzhou City. Chongzhou City is less than two hundred li from Talan City, and the garrison there is only about fifty thousand strong. If we don't send reinforcements in time, even Chongzhou City may be in danger!"

Sikong Jin's face was somewhat gloomy as he coldly stared at the map in front of him. "How many troops are stationed in Tata City of the Liao Dynasty?"

"At most 30,000!"

Sikong Jin thought for a moment, "I've heard that the mare's milk wine in Tata City is quite good, and the hand-pulled mutton is even more tempting. We've traveled for so long, so tonight let the brothers enjoy the good wine and meat of the Great Liao Dynasty, what do you say?"

"Does Your Excellency intend to change course and attack Tata City of the Liao Dynasty?"

The lieutenant's eyes widened. "My lord, their city walls are impregnable, and there are 30,000 garrison troops inside. It would be unwise for us to attack so rashly!"

"Do you believe that tens of thousands of rioters wielding wooden clubs and machetes have the ability to conquer the heavily guarded and well-equipped city of Talan? Are you kidding me? I can now assert that Talan City is an empty city. Even if they rush back now, the nearly four hundred miles away will take them a whole day and night, and that will be enough time for us to take it!"