Stockpiling for an Exiled General Through My Store's Back Door

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Can Only Fight, Cannot Retreat

”PFFT.” Seeing Ling Qianjun’s awkward expression, they couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Hua Buwan made a welcoming gesture and looked at Ling Qianjun. ”Come on, please share your story.”

Everyone present instantly quieted down, pricking up their ears and earnestly waiting for Ling Qianjun to speak. The Ling family was incredibly curious about what he was going to say.

Ling Qianjun deliberated for a moment before slowly speaking. His clear voice sounded like a mountain stream in an empty valley—carrying a hint of chill, yet exceptionally pleasing to the ears. He sat upright beside the burning campfire. The dancing flames illuminated his body and face, as if cloaking him in a mysterious and dazzling light. At this moment, he slightly narrowed his eyes, his thoughts gradually drifting back to the distant past. He slowly recounted to the people sitting around the fire his unforgettable experience of riding into battle for the first time alongside his grandfather and father.

Drawn in by Ling Qianjun’s voice, Hua Buwan quickly immersed herself in the scene he described, the imagery already forming in her mind.

At that time, he was just a teenage boy. His tender face had yet to lose its youthful naivety, but his eyes flashed with a resolute and courageous light. Deeply influenced by his family environment since childhood, Ling Qianjun’s heart was full of passionate blood, waiting only to grow up so he could defend the country. His grandfather was like this, his father was like this, and he wanted to be just like them in the future. For generations, the Ling family had guarded the Northern Land with unwavering loyalty, patriotism, and unyielding iron wills.

As Ling Qianjun reminisced, he said, ”It was an unusually cold winter day. The biting wind scraped across people’s cheeks like sharp ice blades...”

Under such harsh weather conditions, their Northern Land was suddenly struck by a fierce enemy invasion. Faced with this abrupt crisis, his grandfather and father did not hesitate in the slightest, resolutely leading the soldiers of the Northern Land into battle to slay the enemy! Non-kin would always harbor divergent loyalties! Anyone who dared to invade Dongxuan Country would face retribution, no matter how far they fled!

Ling Qianjun clearly remembered that on the day of departure, he wore a thick leather coat, wrapping himself tightly within it to fend off the piercing chill. Meanwhile, many soldiers only wore a thin layer of cotton clothing, relying entirely on their sheer willpower to resist the cold. He felt at the time that he was treated far too well and that the hardships endured by the soldiers were vastly greater than his own. He knew he also had to fight hard and kill the enemy, ensuring he didn’t waste their trust!

Following closely behind his grandfather and father, his heart pounded wildly. He was filled with the excitement of his first expedition, mingled with a trace of uncontrollable nervousness.

The sound of horse hooves echoed across the battlefield, kicking up clouds of dust. When the city gates opened and he saw the densely packed masses of enemies before him, Ling Qianjun couldn’t help but gasp. Even now, when he recalled it, he still felt shocked by this battle. Perhaps it was because it was his first time facing so many enemies directly, and they were glaring at them like tigers stalking their prey, their eyes bloodshot and murderous. For the first time, he felt the urge to retreat.

But when he looked back, he saw that the soldiers behind him weren’t intimidated by the enemy’s might. Instead, their morale was soaring, their eyes burning with anger and fighting spirit. Infected by their determination, he immediately banished his cowardice, regained his confidence, and looked at the enemies ahead with a firm gaze.

He could only fight! He could not retreat! ℯℯ𝑙.

At the command of Ling Qianjun’s grandfather, the war horn blared! The soldiers charged at the enemy like fierce tigers descending a mountain! Refusing to be outdone, Ling Qianjun gripped his long spear tightly with both hands, its tip flashing with a cold glint under the sunlight. He galloped his horse forward, shouting at the top of his lungs, ”KILL!”