Zhang Yang exchanged glances with the old man for several seconds, then stopped boasting. He did not boast a single word more, because that would only have the opposite effect.
At that moment, the old man had used the reputation he had earned through half a lifetime of military service to make a promise. Now it was Zhang Yang's turn to use his actions to tell the old man—and everyone else—that they would definitely survive.
"Brother, do me a favor. Have the older sisters and sisters-in-law who can walk get down and walk whenever possible. The wagons need to be used to haul supplies."
Zhang Yang put an arm around the fellow who was the same age as him. Oh, his name was Qiao Shuzhi.
But before Qiao Shuzhi could nod, the old man had already given the order. "Everyone gets down and walks. The military order only requires us to arrive before midnight. We still have five shichen, which is more than enough."
"Thank you, Uncle! But let's still keep one wagon."
Zhang Yang was overjoyed. Previously, the old man had refused to cooperate, insisting that they had to walk until noon the next day. But now that he had said this, they would definitely be able to walk to the front of Bald Head Ridge Fortress before midnight.
He immediately darted off the road. They were still more than fifty li from the front line, so there were a few sparse trees along both sides of the road.
He drew his saber and began chopping, felling one tree after another and cutting away the branches. At the same time, his Soul Force Field rapidly spread out, and within a few minutes, he used the nurturing method to drive the moisture out of the wood.
No one interfered with