Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

"The enemy bandits will definitely keep an eye on this place, and ambush is really the next strategy."

General Protector of the Nation said, he strode in and glanced at the topographical map.

"How is the battle going now?"

The General Protector looked at Song Ling.

The military adviser clasped his hands and replied: "General, at present, we have formally confronted the enemy five times and attacked three times at night, all of which were narrow victories, and the enemy was forced to retreat abroad."

So far, Wing On has the upper hand.

But the opponent has a large number of people, and the two countries join forces, and Yong'an can't afford it.

The atmosphere is a bit depressing.

The three of them discussed in the tent until midnight, and then they dispersed and went back to their respective tents.

Qi Yin sat on the main seat, propped his forehead with his slender fingers, and fell into deep thought.

…

Half a month has passed, and there is not much time when the wind is shallow.

She needs to help the general repel foreign enemies in the remaining time, and at the same time find out the criminals.

Feng Qian was a little puzzled, her mission was to protect His Highness's soul fragments, so why suppressed half of her power again? Doesn't this violate the original intention of protection?

Even the time limit of only three months seems particularly strange.

But Feng Qian didn't have time to think about these things, even if he came up with the result, he couldn't change this fact.

She planned to take advantage of the night time to sneak into the enemy army, investigate the situation, and find out if there were any people in the crime domain by the way.

The barracks is heavily guarded, but Feng Qian still has the ability to hide people's eyes and ears and leave.

Before coming, she had obtained a border defense map from General Protector, and every location and the enemy's station were marked on it.

The girl was dressed in black night clothes, and her face was covered with a cloth scarf.

After a while, Feng Qian made an appointment to cross the border and slipped into the opposing army camp.

The main tent in the center is still lit.

Feng Qian bowed his back, dodged to avoid the patrolling soldiers, and tried not to make a sound.

After approaching the main tent, Feng Qian hid behind a wooden box and squatted down.

The little girl turned her head and put her ear against the tent, listening attentively.

Someone is talking inside.

"Are you sure they can act tomorrow?"

"General, there is nothing wrong with it. Yong'an must have never imagined that we had planted people in Los Angeles ten years ago."

"Can you guarantee that those people will still be faithful after ten years?"

"General, don't worry, there is nothing wrong. At that time, they will pretend to be refugees and kill Yong'an by surprise. We will lead our troops to pursue the victory and defeat Yong'an."

…

Feng Qian frowned slightly.

After hearing no more useful information, the little girl turned and left.

Before walking out of the barracks, Feng Qian paused, then retreated.

The little girl took out a fire bag from her arms and threw it into the granary.

After arson, they quickly fled the scene.

There were more than one enemy camp, and the one Feng Qian had just gone to was just one of them.

Today, she only intends to investigate this military camp first.

When thick smoke rose from the granary, the soldiers in the enemy camp became a mess.

This is bound to be a restless night.

Feng Qian patted the dust off his hands and continued on his way.

The night is dark, and a crescent moon hangs at the tip.

The temperature in the air is a little low.

Feng Qian raised his hand to hug his arm, and yawned sleepily.

After a while.

A gust of wind passed by my ears.

The broken hair on the girl's cheeks was lifted and brushed against her cheeks to the back of her head.

Feng Qian stopped in his tracks.

She turned her head slightly, and then, a white shadow came towards her impartially.

Feng Qian's forehead jumped, and he quickly backed away to avoid it.

The other party was chasing after him, acting like a ghost, and she could only see an afterimage.

However, this is not the point. The point is that she felt the breath of His Highness's fragments.