Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

However……

The tent pegs that a strong general had inserted last night, she exerted all her strength to eat and milk, but she couldn't pull them out.

The little guy could only sit on the ground with his buttocks on his back, blushing his face, and smothered his head against the nails.

"Little National Teacher, let's do this kind of work..."

The few soldiers who were discussing last night saw this and subconsciously asked to help.

But before taking two steps, a tall and long shadow quickly brushed by the side of several people.

Yes.

It was their dear general who passed by again!

Several people widened their eyes in surprise and watched Yan Heng step forward.

Without saying a word, like a rabbit, he picked up the little national teacher sitting on the ground and put it aside.

Afterwards, he silently pulled out his masterpieces from last night and threw them on the ground with a few cries.

"..."

Xiang Xing folded his hands and looked at the expressionless man with a look of astonishment.

This strength is too much, isn't it?

Last night, she looked at him and pushed the ground nails into the ground with her feet...

Not long after, Yan Heng even folded the tarpaulin of the tent and packed it into a small package.

After that, he calmly carried the tent in one hand and the man in the other, and threw the tent and man into the carriage under the astonished gaze of the lieutenant generals of the soldiers in the camp.

"Time is running out, the whole army will set off immediately."

The man glanced at everyone indifferently, and then got on his horse first.

The soldiers and deputy generals suddenly realized, and they continued to work.

Hara, it turns out that the general is just in a hurry...

Scared them to death!

...

The support army continued to advance north.

After crossing a stretch of mountains, the large group of men came to a large rope bridge that spanned the cliffs and deep valleys.

"Brothers, cross this rope bridge, and we will officially enter the northern region!"

The lieutenant turned the horse's head, pulled his loud voice, and shouted from the front, "The destination is just ahead, cheer up Lao Tzu!"

"Drink! Drink!—"

The lieutenant's shouting greatly boosted the morale of the whole army, and while the soldiers were excited, they followed him and shouted slogans quite frequently.

The shout resounded through the forest, but almost no one noticed it. In the loud voice, there were also a few relatively weak "Stop!" ...

Soon, the pace of the team started again.

But before they took two steps, the officers and soldiers saw a small hand suddenly stretched out from the carriage of the national division, grabbed the reins from the soldiers who were driving the carriage, and pulled hard.

"Wow!--"

The horse neighed and raised its front legs high, causing the carriage to abruptly stop.

Afterwards, they saw their small national division jumped out of the carriage lightly and ran to the front of the team.

He ran to Yan Heng's horse's hoof, opened his slender arms, and stopped him with his horse.

"……what are you doing?"

Yan Heng frowned, looked down at her a little displeased, and said in a low tone, "We have to hurry, what is the matter with the national teacher, please wait until the soldiers cross the bridge."

"It's too late to cross the bridge."

Xiang Xing pouted, glared at the man a little dejectedly, and quickly regained his composure.

She is straight and small, her soft and waxy voice is milky, but her expression is extremely serious, "There is something strange about this bridge, you just pass this way, there is only one dead end."