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That's no joke!

Although the people in the southwest are known for their fierce and tough nature, their deterrent power is far less than that of the intimidating aura forged in blood by the army; there is simply no comparison.

Not to mention, Jia Huan's troops had only been temporarily stationed and resting for two days when Jia Cong's main force, which had arrived earlier, quickly joined them, making their deterrent power even stronger.

If Jia Huan's three thousand light cavalry were merely a source of fear before he unleashed his ruthless methods, then Jia Cong's three thousand men were a genuine deterrent.

Don't forget how Jia Cong's forces rose to power!

Whenever they arrive in a new place, their first targets are always the local bandits and mountain bandits!

These bandit gangs were more or less connected with local powerful landlords.

Or perhaps, it's simply a 'black glove' planted in the shadows by local powerful figures!

Jia Cong's troops have gained experience in suppressing bandits, employing flexible and varied methods to deal with mountain bandits and local thieves, and have consistently achieved results of varying degrees.

Many local powerful families were implicated, which is why they were quite wary of Jia Cong's troops.

The two brothers hadn't seen each other for over a year, so naturally they missed each other terribly and were very enthusiastic!

Last year during the Spring Festival, Jia Cong did not return to the capital because he had a mission to complete.

After the Spring Festival, he was stationed in the Nanyang area to deter the villains in the two lakes!

Originally, preparations had been made to enter Jiangnan, but unexpected trouble broke out in the southwest. With no better option at present, we had no choice but to send Jia Cong ahead first.

Previously, Jia Cong had been warned by Jia Huan to be extremely cautious when entering the southwestern region!

Because of the harsh environment and continuous mountainous terrain in the southwest, Jia Cong's troops arrived in the southwest half a month in advance, but their progress was only minimal.

Unexpectedly, Jia Huan arrived shortly afterward with three thousand light cavalry.

Jia Cong was naturally overjoyed. After arranging everything, he immediately led his main force to join forces with Jia Huan's troops, intending to make a big splash in the southwest.

This guy had long been itching to see Jia Huan's glory on the northwestern frontier.

Originally, it was thought that since he had taken the lead and quickly rose to the rank of third-grade guerrilla general, it would take Jia Huan quite a while to catch up, at least several years.

Unexpectedly, Jia Huan did not play by the rules and was promoted one after another based on his military merits. He was promoted to the position of Assistant General of the third rank and became one of the military leaders in the southwest.

It's impossible not to feel envious, but I felt mostly happy and joyful.

For no other reason than that Jia Cong had been in the army for quite some time. He had gained some understanding of the situation within the Daqian army, and at the same time, he had felt some overt and covert suppression and hostility.

If he hadn't been leading troops in the field all this time, he probably would have been embroiled in internal military disputes long ago.

Due to habit and personality factors, he neither enjoys nor excels at fighting with others!

In the past, when he was at the martial arts school, Jia Huan provided him with a peaceful space where he could focus on reading, practicing martial arts, and improving himself without any distractions.

However, since leading troops to suppress bandits, Jia Huan was still a commoner, so naturally he could no longer protect him from the wind and rain.

Some of the open and covert attacks from colleagues can only be endured by oneself. It is really not suitable for and dislikes this environment. Even if one is fuming, it is not good to vent one's anger rashly.

Only then did he realize how fortunate it was to have a strong support system.

Fortunately, Jia Huan didn't make him wait long; he took off in just two years.

Now, he has become Jia Cong's direct superior. Instead of feeling resentful, Jia Cong is greatly relieved, knowing that he won't have to deal with military affairs for a long time to come.

He believed that Jia Huan could handle things properly, allowing him to focus on the affairs in the southwest without distractions.

Jia Cong was confident in his abilities and had complete trust in Jia Huan.

As such, the two armies merged quite smoothly without any messy or unpleasant incidents. Everyone was very optimistic about the effect of the two brothers joining forces!

Chapter 353 Difficulties (Please Subscribe)

"Not bad, not bad. Judging from your energy and spirit, you haven't slacked off in your cultivation in recent years!"

Inside Jia Huan's command tent, Jia Huan and his brother Jia Cong sat facing each other, separated by a small table with several dishes of cold food and drinks on it.

Since his transmigration and rebirth, Jia Huan has hardly drunk any alcohol.

He only drinks a little bit when attending clan banquets during the Lunar New Year, other banquets, or on occasions where drinking is unavoidable; otherwise, he basically doesn't drink at all.

I usually drink either tea or plain water. Of course, I also make some fruit juices or other drinks by myself or my subordinates to try them out, but I don't have any particular need for them.

Drinking can lead to trouble; this is no joke!

Perhaps influenced by him, those who were close to Jia Huan or who were ambitious basically stopped drinking.

Jia Cong was greatly influenced by this, so naturally he had little interest in alcohol.

He even made it clear that he never drinks alcohol, a fact that had already spread among the military officers in the capital.

Some people, filled with envy and jealousy, often made fun of Jia Cong about this in private.

There's a lot of nonsense about how a martial arts scholar who doesn't drink can't be considered a hero.

Regardless of what others said, Jia Cong continued to do as he pleased, unaffected by anything.

Not drinking has one advantage: you become quite efficient in your speech and actions, without so many hidden agendas.

They were currently in the army, and both Jia Huan and Jia Cong were setting a good example, so no one dared to offend them easily.

"Hey, you don't need to remind me, I know that my foundation lies in my martial arts skills!"

Jia Cong chuckled and said proudly, "Besides, I'm quite interested in martial arts. I don't think exercising every day is a chore; in fact, I enjoy it quite a bit!"

As he spoke, he straightened his body and his muscles twitched, producing a cracking sound.

A powerful and fierce aura surged forth from his tall and strong body.

It's fortunate that this is a low-level martial arts world; otherwise, Jia Cong's display of power could have caused a huge commotion, with a howling wind so strong that Jia Huan couldn't even open his eyes.

"Tsk, I didn't expect you to have reached the point where your bones and muscles resonate!"

Jia Huan smiled and teased, "How about it? Feeling really powerful now?"

"That's definitely the feeling!"

Jia Cong smiled and did not deny it, saying leisurely, "At least none of my generals are my match!"

"None of the notorious bandits and ruthless thugs we encountered were truly formidable fighters!"

He sighed and said helplessly, "If I hadn't witnessed your strength, Brother Huan, and known that I'm no match for you right now, I'd probably be getting cocky by now!"

"The feeling of being invincible and having no equal in the world is just too wonderful. Fortunately, I know that this is just a fantasy!"

"Don't underestimate yourself!"

Jia Huan scrutinized Jia Cong for a moment, then chuckled and said, "With your current physique and strength, in terms of martial arts alone, you are definitely no weaker than your two ancestors, and may even have surpassed them!"

"No way!"

Jia Cong was clearly skeptical: "Both of our ancestors were exceptional military generals, as recorded in historical documents. This cannot be faked!"

"Can you match the formidable martial arts skills of our two ancestors as described in historical records?"

"That's no problem. My years of training haven't been for nothing!"

"Then it's over!"

Jia Huan rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Once we're deep in the southwest, we brothers will have a chance to show off our skills and display your martial arts to the fullest!"

At this time, Jia Cong was about 1.95 meters tall, and his muscles were bulging, showing that he was strong and powerful. This was a condition that would only appear when one's body had been trained to a certain extent.

Of course, Jia Cong cultivates the martial arts of qi and blood. When he reaches a high level, his physical manifestations are not as overt as they are now, as if he is afraid that others will not know how powerful he is.

Jia Huan is relatively 'normal'; he is almost 1.9 meters tall, but he doesn't have any muscles that are so large they look like they're about to burst. This is because of the different training methods and their efficiency.

Upon hearing this, Jia Cong's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "Could it be that the army sent by Qianxiang Kingdom has some powerful members? I'd be happy to have a go at them!"

"I haven't even seen it myself yet!"

Jia Huan said irritably, "But just looking at the complicated environment in the southwest, I know this matter won't be easy to resolve. We might have to cross mountains and valleys every day!"

"If one's body isn't strong enough, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand such intense exertion!"

"I'm not afraid of that, as long as I adapt to the environment here!"

Jia Cong waved his hand and laughed, "I was shocked when I heard that the Prince of Nan'an had been defeated suddenly and thoroughly. I thought the army of Qianxiang Kingdom was very powerful and must be full of experts!"

"Otherwise, how could they have crushed a 100,000-strong army in the southwest in just one battle?"

"Do you really think that the 100,000-strong army under the command of the Prince of Nan'an is made of paper?"

"Hehe, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you!"

Jia Huan said with a faint smile, "The 100,000 troops under the command of the Prince of Nan'an probably did not lose to the army of Qianxiang Kingdom, but rather to the weather and harsh environment of Qianxiang Kingdom!"

"Yes!"

Jia Cong sighed, "I arrived in the southwest region ahead of schedule, and I didn't rush to the border!"

"While letting the brothers rest, we carefully investigated the course of the battle. Just as you said, Brother Huan, the army under the command of the Prince of Nan'an was defeated by the weather in Qianxiang Kingdom!"

"However, I've also heard that the battles in the mountains and forests of the southwest are quite different from the battles on the plains that we're familiar with, and the dangers involved are also quite astonishing!"

"There are also miasma, snakes, insects, and all sorts of strange and poisonous plants and creatures that are impossible to guard against!"

"The most crucial thing for our men is to familiarize themselves with the environment here and avoid any issues with acclimatization. That could be extremely serious!"

"So, have you found a solution?"