Xu Shi Xu.
Night falls.
The bonfire gradually burned.
Inside the Yanjun camp in Yehuling where the aroma of wine overflows.
Mu Hua sat cross-legged around a blazing bonfire with a slightly dazed expression.
His eyes wandered at the "similar people" around him who were constantly changing cups, singing and dancing.
The hearty laughter of Daodaofeng was always echoing in his ears.
As far as the eye can see.
What the ears hear.
Everything is very different from what he imagined.
The trance made him feel a strong sense of unreality in his heart.
"Since the Kunzan tribe was destroyed, everyone begged to surrender to the Yan army."
"Go and move the tribesmen as ordered, and the Yan army will withdraw."
"And now."
"It only takes more than half a month to fully calculate."
"Obviously..."
"Obviously they are surrendering troops."
"Why..."
"Why do they always give me the feeling that they should be like this?"
Mu Hua's erratic eyes kept wandering around the "similar people" around him.
The more I think about it and observe it, the more puzzled I become.
"Chief Muhua?"
"Chief Muhua?"
"Chief Muhua?"
Just when Muhua was puzzled.
A slightly thick voice suddenly came from beside him.
"ah?"
"Master Aguli?"
The moment she heard the sound, Mu Hua came back to her senses and looked around reflexively.
When it was clear that the person behind him was the leader of the small Aguli tribe who was in a similar situation but surrendered to the Yan army a few days later.
Mu Hua couldn't help but have a look of doubt in his eyes.
"Why are you dazed?"
"Drink."
"This is good wine brought here by our prince himself."
"It's such a good wine that money, cattle and sheep can't buy on the grassland."
Aguli, who looked a little drunk, sat carelessly on the floor next to Mu Hua, and generously handed a jar of wine in his arms to Mu Hua.
"Our prince."
Muhua looked at the drink handed by Aguli and couldn't help but chew in his heart.
"How long has it been since Lord Aguli surrendered to the prince?"
Mu Hua calmed down for a moment, took a few sips of the drink from Aguli, and asked casually, pretending to be casual.
"How long?"
"It's been almost ten days."
Aguli glanced at Mu Hua in surprise, and then answered.
"Almost ten days."
"Has Lord Aguli been traveling with the army these days?"
After hearing this, Mu Hua chewed silently in his heart for a few times, and then asked again.
"Mr. Muhua, isn't this a joke?"
"Why are we, the surrendered soldiers, running around instead of following the army?"
"Moreover."
"If we run away, who will help the captain and others drive the cattle and sheep?"
Aguli raised the altar and drank several sips, then grinned.
"startled."
"Have you never thought about running away, Mr. Aguli?"
Mu Hua couldn't help being surprised when he heard this, and he blurted out the doubts in his mind without noticing.
"run?"
"Why are you running?"
"At least we can have enough to eat and drink here!"
"At least some people still treat us as human beings!"
"My mother-in-law and children don't have to continue to starve and freeze! They don't have to follow us to chew other people's remaining bones! They don't have to eat those cattle and sheep that died of illness!"
"What are you going back for?!"
"Continue to work tirelessly to graze for others and work hard
? ! "
"And then at the end of the year we only get a few cows and sheep that died of illness?!"
"Let the wives and children starve and freeze with us? Eat the bones left by others? Eat the cattle and sheep that died of illness?!"
Aguli's complexion suddenly changed when he heard this, and his eyes were already red by the end of the sentence.
"I don't know what other people think."
"But this is my life, Aguli!"
"As long as the prince, the old man, takes care of what I eat, he won't let me, Aguli, starve to death!"
"Then I, Aguli, will sell my life to the prince for the rest of my life!"
"Whoever wants to hurt the prince! I, Aguli, will chop him up first!"
"As long as I, Aguli, am still breathing! No one can hurt the prince even a hair!"
Aguli held the altar with red eyes and drank several sips, then he raised his head and looked at the Chinese army tent with a bright bonfire in the distance.
"startled."
When Mu Hua heard this, his heart suddenly moved.
There was a faint chill on my back, as if cold sweat was breaking out.
It's totally unexpected.
In just the past ten days.
Aguli's sense of belonging to Yan Jun is already so strong.
The level of loyalty to Yan Wangyi is so outrageous that he can throw his life and blood for him at any time.
"Aguli is still like this."
"What about them?"
Thinking about this.
Muhua couldn't help but look up again at the "similar people" around him who were constantly changing cups, singing and dancing.
"Agul and I are still like this."
"The same should be true of them."
Mu Hua couldn't help but murmur secretly in her heart.
at the same time.
Mu Hua couldn't help but recall the scene when he entered the Chinese army's tent to pay homage to King Yan this afternoon.
"I can serve the prince."
"What a blessing it is for us."
"What if I lost my mind and became confused for a moment."
"I'm afraid I will regret it for the rest of my life."
Thinking of this, Mu Hua couldn't help but have a look of joy on his face, and he murmured to himself full of emotion.
beside him.
Aguli, whose eyes gradually turned cold, heard this.
The slightly cold eyes gradually softened again.
...
...
About Hai time.
The night is getting darker.
The labor banquet has been going on for more than an hour in the Yanjun camp in Yehuling.
Finally, it gradually came to an end amidst the laughter and singing.
at the same time.
Inside the large tent of the Chinese army in the Yanjun camp in Yehuling.
Xu Yi was lying at the head of the dining table with a red face.
A little drunk, he looked at the generals of the Yan army who were still fighting each other.
An extremely intoxicating labor banquet virtually eliminated many natural barriers brought about by status.
Quietly, the friendship between many monarchs and ministers was brought closer.
Nearly two quarters of an hour passed.
Xin Sixuan and Chang Sanjin, the most drinkable among the Yan army generals, finally fell down one after another.
"Pah. Pah."
See this scene.
Xu Yi, who was slightly drunk and hazy, stood up unsteadily from his upper body, and then gently clapped his hands.
After more than ten breaths.
Several Wenxin Baiwei opened the tent curtain and walked into the Chinese army's tent.
"Owner."
Several Wenxin stopped three steps away from Xu Yi, then leaned down deeply, cupped their fists and saluted.
"Find more manpower to send them back to rest."
Xu Yi pointed at the generals lying on the wine table and gave instructions.
"Follow the order!"
Upon hearing this, several of the Wenxin Baiwei immediately clasped their fists and accepted the order, and then
I want to leave the tent and call someone.
"correct."
"There are three more under the table."
"Don't forget them."
"in addition."
"Send them back and leave them under the care of others."
Xu Yi seemed to suddenly think of something, and then pointed under the wine table.
"yes!"
Upon hearing this, several of the Wenxin Baiwei immediately clasped their fists to accept their orders, and then retreated from the Chinese army's tent.
After several Wenxin Baiwei figures completely disappeared behind the Chinese army's tent.
Xu Yi left the Chinese army tent with empty steps.
He staggered towards the small tent where he lived.
"No need for support."
"I'm not drunk."
"Let's all get busy."
On the way back to the account, a group of Wenxin Baiwei tried to help him several times, but without exception, Xu Yi waved them away.
Not long after.
Xu Yi staggered into the small tent where he lived.
Drunkly, he climbed onto the simple bed in the tent.
I hugged the quilt and fell asleep.
The great pressure brought about by successive battles, peace negotiations with the Huns, the situation in the Western Region, and planning for the future.
It seemed as if they had completely dissipated with this hearty labor banquet.
After getting drunk, Xu Yi felt refreshed both physically and mentally.
Not long after.
The sound of regular snoring could be heard in the small camp.
at the same time.
Xu Yi lives outside the small tent.
Leader Wen Xin silently handed the sobering soup in his hand to Wen Xin beside him.
Then he stood in front of the curtain door of the small tent where Xu Yi lived, and silently took on the responsibility of keeping vigil.
Just when Xu Yi fell into sleep feeling comfortable both physically and mentally.
Under the same sky.
Inside the main tent of the Chinese army in King Shizhu's camp, which is only eighty miles away from the Yanjun camp in Yehuling.
Haman, the corpse-chasing king, was lying on a simple bed with his upper body naked.
His eyes, already slightly cloudy after reaching his forties, stared blankly at the empty tent ceiling.
Do not know why.
After learning the true whereabouts of the Zhou army that destroyed several of his tribes.
Haman, the corpse-chasing king, should have been extremely happy, but he felt a little chilly for no reason.
He didn't know where this chill came from.
But I remember it very deeply in my heart.
The last time I had this kind of chill was in the winter of sixteen years.
That year was what Zhou people called the fifteenth year of Zhengde.
That year was also the most critical year in the Hungarian-Chou War.
It was his most high-spirited year.
At that time, he relied on the favor of his father, King Youxian.
There are more than 40,000 elite soldiers and generals under his command.
With 40,000 elite soldiers and generals under his command, he has performed extraordinary feats on the battlefield many times.
Later, he successfully gained Shanyu's favor.
"If that hadn't happened."
"After my father, the old man, passes away."
"The position of Righteous King must be mine."
"Hate it! I hate it!"
Thinking about this.
In the main tent of the Corpse Chaser King's camp, Haman, the Corpse Chaser King, was originally lying on a simple bed, staring blankly at the empty tent roof.
Deep hatred could not help but appear on his face.
The eyes that were originally slightly empty were suddenly filled with murderous intent.
In the winter of the fifteenth year of Emperor Zhengde's reign.
Zhao Qing, the Great Sima General of the Great Zhou Dynasty, gathered all the warriors under his command.
Bravely launched a general attack on the royal court of King Zuoxian.
After receiving the request for help from Zuoxian Wang Wuwei.
The Xiongnu Chanyu Yizhixie immediately mobilized many troops to rush to the aid of King Zuoxian's court.
The corpse-chasing king Haman at that time was one of them, and he was
The troop that had the highest hopes.
However.
Just as the Corpse Chaser King Haman personally led his 30,000 elite troops, reinforcements were about to arrive.
However, they were suddenly blocked by a Zhou army with about 5,000 troops.
Haman, the corpse-chasing king, originally thought that with the 30,000 elites in his hands, he could crush the Zhou army with a strength of about 5,000 men.
But what to expect.
The Zhou army's combat power was extremely astonishing and extremely difficult to deal with.
In the end, he succeeded in annihilating the Zhou army with a strength of about 5,000 men.
And successfully killed his leading general.
But it cost nearly 8,000 casualties.
And they were delayed for three days by the Zhou army, which had only about 5,000 troops.
As a result, the fighter plane was lost, and Wu Wei, the king of Zuoxian, suffered heavy losses.
If it weren't for his father, who is the Righteous King, begging for mercy.
At this time, the grass on the grave may have already changed for sixteen springs and autumns.
Thinking about this.
Haman, the corpse-chasing king, suddenly jumped up from the simple bed.
"Tease me frequently!"
"Destroy the tribes under my command! Capture my cattle, sheep, and horses!"
"Do you really think that this king is no longer the same as before and can be bullied at will?!"
"This king will definitely annihilate you all!"
Corpse Chaser King Haman's face was filled with rage, and he gritted his teeth and looked towards the direction of Yehuling.
The anger in my heart was unknowingly rising to the sky.
As for the so-called chill.
It has already been roasted by the overwhelming anger.
Together with the thoughts of seeking stability and waiting for the arrival of King Hunxie and King New Sun.
It also completely disappeared under the roasting of that monstrous anger.
........
........
A night of silence.
About nine o'clock the next day.
Inside the Yanjun camp in Yehuling.
Xu Yi, who had not slept soundly for a long time, opened his eyes drowsily from the simple bed in the small tent.
Fang Yi opened his eyes.
The splitting headache and dry mouth caused by a hangover instantly invaded Xu Yi's body.
Xu Yi endured the discomfort caused by his hangover and slowly sat up on the simple bed.
He raised his hand and rubbed his head, which seemed to be splitting, and then clapped his hands.
"Pah. Pah."
The applause started.
The closed tent curtain door was gently lifted by someone from outside.
A bright light quickly invaded the small camp the moment the curtain door was lifted.
Leader Wenxin, who had been standing guard outside the tent for almost a full night, slowly entered with a tray in hand.
After that, there were two Wenxin Baiwei who were also holding trays.
"Owner."
"Let's have some porridge and rice first."
Leader Wenxin placed the tray in his hand on the side of the desk in the tent, then walked two steps away from Xu Yi, leaned over and clasped his fists in salute.
"What time has it been?"
Xu Yi endured the discomfort caused by his hangover and slowly stood up from the simple bed.
"Return to the master."
"Fangmao hour three quarters."
The leader of Questioning Heart answered with cupped fists.
"Have Colonel Xin and the others woke up?"
Xu Yi asked again.
"Return to the master."
"Captain Xin and the others haven't woken up yet."
The leader of Questioning Heart paused slightly when he heard the words, and then answered truthfully.
"Owner."
"Do you think it is necessary to wake Captain Xin and the others now?"
The leader who asked the heart calmed down for a moment, and then asked.
"The army will not set off until after sunset."
"No hurry, no rush."
"When Colonel Xin and the others wake up, just prepare some rice and porridge for them.
"
Xu Yi shook his head slightly and then gave instructions.
"yes!"
After hearing this, the leader of Wenxin immediately clasped his fists and accepted the order.
The words are over.
Xu Yi went to the side of the tent.
Immediately, they received water, brushes, tooth powder, soft towels and other items from the hands of the two Wenxin Baiwei.
Not long after.
Finished washing up.
Xu Yi felt as if his whole body had come to life again.
Then he walked to the desk.
Pick up a bowl of porridge and rice full of golden color and clear grains.
Take your time and enjoy the most delicious thing after a hangover.
Same scene.
It was constantly being staged in the entire Yehuling Yanjun camp without any distinction.
For a while.
The aroma of porridge fills the camp.
at the same time.
The sun is rising.
The sky is filled with rays of light.
