Chapter 2: Is a Ham Sausage a Hidden Weapon?

The space before his eyes suddenly brightened!

It was true!

The deity in the cabinet had sent life-saving things again!

Xiao Moting's chest heaved with excitement; he suppressed his agitation and picked up the items.

But the next moment, he froze again.

What was this?

It was actually a rare peach!

In the large package beside it were red, short, round sticks; they were smooth on the outside—could these also be eaten?

Xiao Moting hesitated.

He recognized the peach, but what were these little round sticks?

Yesterday, the deity bestowed half a tin tube; he bit it open and found he could squeeze out a transparent, soft paste that smelled sweet and tasted cool, but after he ate every last drop of the half-tube, his mouth felt freezing and his stomach ached for a long time.

He did not quite recognize the characters on the short round sticks, but guessing based on his intuition, he saw what was written: it was vaguely "Ham Sausage."

The scene before his eyes doubled, and Xiao Moting stumbled, so weak he nearly fell to the ground.

He had lost too much blood, and having not touched water or rice for several days, his body could no longer hold up.

If someone were to rush into the room, he would not even have the strength to hold a blade and could only wait for death.

Xiao Moting took out a red round stick and bit down hard.

There were plenty of people in Shengjing who wanted him dead, but his deity would not!

In an instant!

A rich, meaty aroma permeated his mouth!

Xiao Moting's eyes narrowed.

It was meat paste!

He had spent nearly ten years in Beijiang and had often roasted wild beasts caught by his soldiers before the tents; the most delicious among them was bear paw, yet the meat paste in his hand was even more savory and fragrant than bear paw!

Like a starving wild wolf, Xiao Moting devoured it ravenously, eating five sticks of meat paste in one breath, even chewing the red soft skin wrapping the meat paste into bits and swallowing it all.

Supplies at the frontier were extremely scarce, and he had long been accustomed to rationing rice and grain.

"Clang!"

The wooden door was kicked open violently, and several men in black rushed in with Long Swords.

"Prince of Zhenbei, so you were hiding here; you made us search hard!"

"I hear the Prince of Zhenbei is known as the Northern Frontier War God, but now that you have been starving for seven days, let's see what strength you have left to fight!"

Clang!

A flash of sword light!

A few drops of hot blood splattered onto Xiao Moting's cold, handsome face; thick, viscous blood dripped down the blade of the Long Sword in his hand.

All the men in black fell to the ground.

He raised his sword-like brows and gave a cold snort, "Overestimating your capabilities."

Fortunately, the deity had just bestowed the meat sausages upon him, giving him the strength; otherwise, he would surely have died.

Two soldiers rushed in, and upon seeing the corpses on the ground, they froze for a moment before dropping to their knees with a thud.

"Prince! Your subordinates are late to save you; we deserve to die ten thousand times!"

Xiao Moting recognized them as his trusted men and said in a deep voice, "Rise, this Prince is unharmed."

Xiao Dabao was so moved that his eyes filled with tears, "Prince, this subordinate has been searching for you for seven days; I thought you had already passed away..."

"Shut your mouth if you don't know how to speak!" Qin Zhan kicked him in the back of the knee, then turned and said, "Prince, this place is dangerous; please leave with us immediately."

Thud!

Xiao Dabao was kicked to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, saying weakly.

"I haven't eaten for two days and can barely walk, yet you still kick me?"

Xiao Moting raised his hand and tossed an object over.

"Take it!"

Qin Zhan caught the Ham Sausage and was slightly startled.

"Prince, what kind of powerful hidden weapon is this?"

Xiao Moting was brief and concise.

"Eat!"

The muscles on Qin Zhan's face twitched.

This thing didn't look like something that could be eaten no matter how he looked at it.

A Military Order is like a mountain; he had to obey.

Qin Zhan took a bite, and his tense face instantly relaxed.

Delicious!

Seeing Qin Zhan eating without even lifting his head, Xiao Dabao hurriedly followed suit and stuffed the Ham Sausage into his mouth.

Immediately, he also revealed the same expression as Qin Zhan.

Like master, like servant; the two Deputy Generals, just like Xiao Moting, ate the Ham Sausages in their hands completely, even chewing the outer skin to bits and swallowing it.

After finishing, the two still stared longingly at Xiao Moting's hands.

There were six more sticks in his hand.

And there were actually fresh, large peaches!!

The two were drooling with greed; they hadn't eaten meat for half a year, and they hadn't seen fresh fruit for an entire year—they still wanted more.

Xiao Moting refused to give any more, as there were still many more wounded and weak soldiers in the snowfield camp, and he had to save some for them.

He pointed to the cabinet, "Take this back."

Only this cabinet contained divine miracles; he had tried all the other cabinets, and they would not manifest.

Before setting out this time, he had already anticipated that there would be a crisis.

But he had not expected that De Guifei would be so bold and reckless as to send a Death Squad to intercept and kill him, wanting to take his life.

To murder a royal descendant—this was a crime punishable by the extermination of one's entire clan!

Xiao Moting's eyes darkened slightly.

He was already in grave danger in Beijiang, and with his mother left alone in the deep palace and long neglected by the Emperor, her situation must be even more difficult.

His mother was an Embroidery Maid by origin, without a prominent family like De Guifei, nor any financial resources, and coupled with a weak personality, she found every step in the palace difficult.

He fought bravely against the enemy at the frontier, hoping to give his mother something to rely on, yet after ten years of bathing in blood to guard the pass, he still could not receive even a fraction of the Emperor's favor.

Xiao Moting did not care about his own life or death; he only hoped his mother would be safe in the palace.

Would the deity protect him?

Xiao Moting walked to the wooden cabinet and took out a Jade Pendant from his waist.

Although he was revered as the Northern Frontier War God, he lacked imperial favor, and due to long-term suppression, his pockets were meager—even his subordinates were wealthier than him.

This pair of heirloom Dragon and Phoenix Jade Pendant was the only thing he could bring out now; the Phoenix Pendant was originally meant to be left for his future princess.

But Xiao Moting no longer cared; he did not even know if he could return to Shengjing alive this time.

He took the Phoenix Pendant half and placed it into the wooden cabinet, then hesitated for a moment before speaking softly.

"Deity, Mo Ting implores you here; please protect my army so they may safely withdraw from the snow disaster."

……

Pingle Town.

In front of an antique stall, Bai Wei's startled cry suddenly rang out.

"You said how much?"

It was a voice crack.

The thin stall owner hurriedly repeated, "This Jade Thumb Ring is twelve thousand yuan; are you selling it or not?"

Bai Wei's heart was pounding with excitement.

She never expected that the Jade Thumb Ring given by Gui Dage would be worth so much!

She was rich, she was rich!

For the sake of so much money, she would not hold a grudge against Gui Dage for taking half of her durian.

"Young lady, if you sell it, I will pay in cash." The thin boss was afraid she wouldn't sell.

Bai Wei came back to her senses and nodded firmly, "Sell!"

Good heavens!

When she used to work as a corporate slave in the big city, her monthly salary after working herself to the bone wasn't even five thousand yuan!

Now she actually had twelve thousand!