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

Upon hearing this, Lord Sikong's expression changed drastically. His starry eyes widened, and he abruptly stood up, throwing his teacup behind him. As he ran outside, he shouted, "Quick! Quick! Get the brothers assembled immediately! The elite troops of the Liao Dynasty are about to attack! We must run!"

"Damn it, I didn't expect them to arrive so quickly. Luckily, I had the foresight to transfer all the money and food, otherwise we would be in trouble now! 100,000 elite troops, they really think highly of me! I should have encouraged those prisoners of war to intermarry with the local people. Let's see how they fight when their own people are fighting each other!"

Lord Sikong cursed and ran outside, yelling, "Zhang Feng, Zhang Feihu, quickly order the entire army to assemble! Bring ten days' worth of food, water, and tents. Throw away all heavy items... Damn it, Zhang Feng, where the hell are you? Li Ji, you bastard, what are you standing there for! Get out of here now!"

……

Half an hour later, the 40,000 soldiers of the Four Banners Army had assembled at the drill ground outside Tata City. Led by Lord Sikong, they began to flee south at an astonishing speed!

"Run! The Liao's 200,000 iron cavalry are right behind us! If we don't run now, we're dead!"

"Oh my god, you're still carrying these things? Throw them away right now, throw them away, and hurry up and catch up!"

"Hurry up! Look at Lord Sikong, he's the fastest runner. It must be very dangerous behind him. Run! Catch up with him and protect him! Ouch! Which bastard dares to hit me!"

Amidst the fierce shouts, in just a moment, they had vanished from the boundless horizon, and even the dust they had raised was swallowed up by the howling wind.

Before fleeing, to express his anger, Lord Sikong, in a fit of rage, ordered a great fire to be set on the city, burning the entire city down.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes and ice fragments, gusts of howling wind swept across, the rapid clatter of horses' hooves mingled with shouts and clamor—

"Run!"

"Oh no, we're doomed! Chase them quickly! Xi Fenglie's 300,000-strong army is right behind us!"

"Damn it, wasn't it supposed to be 200,000? How did it become 300,000?"

"Didn't you see how fast the adults ran? Even such brave adults were scared out of their wits. I bet this West Wind Fierce Army has at least 400,000 men!"

"Damn it, it's gone back to 400,000?"

"Quick, quick! Huh? Where's the adult?"

"Look ahead, the one with his head covered by a headscarf, running the fastest and in the lead, that's him..."

In the icy snow, the army roared past, the thunderous hoofbeats like a raging flood, shattering the tranquility of the Northwest. The speed at which the army fled was astonishing, leaving behind a trail of broken ice and scattered hoofprints in the snow.

They charged forward for an unknown distance, until they passed through a hidden canyon. Lord Sikong, who had been charging ahead like a wild beast with his head covered, finally turned around, panting heavily, and glanced back. As soon as the entire army saw Lord Sikong turn around, they all turned their heads to look behind them as well, their faces filled with anxiety and unease, fearing that Xifenglie's troops were chasing after them.

For quite some time, Lord Sikong charged forward, occasionally glancing back, for dozens of miles until he finally broke out of the valley. He was so exhausted that he slowly reined in the horses.

As soon as the entire army saw the Minister of Works stop ahead, they also reined in their horses.

Lord Sikong was panting, almost unable to breathe. His whole body ached from the jolting, and his hands even trembled slightly as he gripped the saddle. He was about to dismount when, as soon as one foot touched the ground, his legs went weak—

'Bah! '

"Lord be careful!"

Lord Sikong quickly grabbed the horse's leg to avoid falling, but was kicked away by the horse. The soldiers covered their faces with their hands, almost unable to bear the sight.

Lady Sikong reacted quickly, bracing herself with her hands on the ground to avoid a nasty fall. Zhang Feng and Li Ji rushed forward to help her up, patting the dirt off her clothes and asking with concern, "My lord, are you alright?"

Lord Sikong was panting heavily, his delicate face deathly pale. He craned his neck and peered behind him for a long time before asking, "Is Xifenglie's army right behind us? Are they about to catch up? How did you manage to run so fast?"

Zhang Feng exchanged a glance with Li Ji and asked in confusion, "Didn't the adults tell us to run fast? And the adults ran so fast that the brothers all thought that Xi Fenglie's 400,000-strong army was right behind us... Oh dear!"

Before Zhang Feng could finish speaking, Lord Sikong unleashed a flurry of punches on him. "Four hundred thousand troops! Xifenglie's army is right behind them! Run! You spread rumors! You rushed forward so fast that I had to rush forward too, you idiots! I'll chop you two bastards up! I'm exhausted from all that rushing!"

Li Ji cried out that he was wronged: "My lord, I swear to God! If you hadn't rushed off so fast, like you were running for your life, the brothers wouldn't have followed you like wild beasts!"

"That's right! You were the one who ran away in a panic before the brothers were all assembled... Ouch! Ouch!"

"Still talking! Still talking! I've never seen subordinates as cowardly as you!"

"If you're not afraid of trouble, why are you covering your head with a headscarf? Are you afraid people will recognize you?"

"I have caught a cold!"

……

After a furious outburst that left Zhang Feng and Li Ji bruised and battered, the Minister of Works ordered the entire army to rest briefly on the spot before continuing their journey.

After resting for a while, Lord Sikong finally calmed down. He found a dead tree, sat down against the trunk, looked around at the surroundings, and then suddenly said, "Li Ji, quickly bring me the map!"

"Yes! Your lord!"

Li Ji wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve, and with dark circles under his eyes, he walked over without hesitation, quickly took out a map from his pocket and handed it to Lord Sikong.

Lord Sikong quickly spread out the map, fiddled with it for a moment, then looked up at the high mountain opposite him. After a while, he finally found a general location on the map, pointed to a point on the map, and said, "We should be here now, about a hundred miles away from Tata City. This should be Mangshan. Look at this mountain, doesn't it look like it?"

Zhang Feng and Li Ji leaned closer, then followed Lord Sikong's gaze and looked up at the opposite mountain peak. After a while, they nodded. "It should be Mangshan, sir! We've already run a hundred li. Even if the Xifenglie troops are chasing us, they shouldn't catch up in a short time."