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Yan Shiyin turned around and rode away.
The clouds in the sky were gloomy, dropping a snowflake that landed on Chen Qing's hair.
Chen Qing extended his hand to catch a snowflake, "It's snowing."
"Shi Xintie, continue to guard this line of defense. Someone will bring you wine and meat shortly."
"Only one jar of wine is allowed, if you drink too much, you'll face the military's rules!"
Having said that, Chen Qing turned and left.
Shi Xintie watched Chen Qing's departing figure, just as his subordinates were about to cheer, he coldly said, "Drink? Drink my ass!"
The Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Iron Country immediately fell silent again.
"Divide into two teams, one for drinking and the other to guard the defense line!"
"If you let even one enemy slip through, I'll have your heads!"
Upon hearing that, the crowd finally cheered once more, "The general is wise!"
