The sky was getting dark, and large fires lit up in the Qi army's camp outside the city, but there were only a few sparks in Tunliu City.
After a heavy snowfall during the day, the sky cleared up at night and the moonlight was unusually bright.
Under the moonlight, Tunliu City seemed to be covered with a silver cloak, but it was a pity that it could not bring any warmth in the cold wind.
On the city wall, seven or eight soldiers sat around the fire, holding warm steamed buns in their hands.
"Here comes the hot soy milk!" Huotoujun walked up to the city wall carrying several steaming wooden barrels, and suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention.
"Give me a bowl! Give me a bowl! I'm freezing to death!"
"Go, go! Get in line! Brothers, who is not cold?"
"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, you touched my wound!"
The soldiers lined up and looked at the steaming soy milk, their mouths watering.
Qin Yu sat in the corner, checking his system panel.
The prestige value has reached 297, and it is only 3 people away from reaching 300.
Qin Yu discovered that as those who contributed prestige died, his own prestige would also decrease.
The current prestige value of 297, in addition to his own men, should also come from the men of the other three centurions. After all, he has sent many steamed buns to them.
The three prestige points that are now missing make Qin Yu very distressed. After all, when he reaches 300, he will have a chance to draw a lottery, and he may be able to draw some warm items.
Now when the cold wind blows, it feels like my scalp is about to be lifted up.
If you ask why you don't wear a helmet, you are afraid that your scalp will be ripped off when you take it off.
"Centurion, come, have a bowl of soy milk to warm yourself up." Lao Huang ran over diligently, carrying two bowls of soy milk.
Qin Yu took the soy milk and asked, "How are your injuries and the condition of the wounded?"
"Everything has been taken care of, and the wounded have been settled. With Centurion's Yunnan Baiyao, they will be able to recover soon." Old Huang sat down next to Qin Yu with a smile.
Qin Yu took a sip of the soy milk and asked, "Has everyone sent the soy milk over?"
"Old Huang is doing something, so Centurion can rest assured. The wounded barracks, the north gate, west gate and east gate have all been sent to them, and they have already emphasized that they were sent by Centurion." Old Huang pretended to be asking for credit.
Qin Yu smiled helplessly, took out a warm steamed bun and gave it to Lao Huang,
"There's nothing to reward you, just think of it as my kindness, and I'll reward you with something nice again when I get the chance."
"That's enough, that's enough." Lao Huang took the steamed buns and said with a smile, "Lao Huang, I just want someone who stutters."
Lao Huang had a mouthful of steamed buns and a mouthful of soy milk, which was so delicious.
After a few gurgles, Qin Yu finished the soy milk in his hand and just put the bowl down. Lao Huang took the bowl away the next moment.
"Centurion, I'll serve you another bowl." Old Huang ran over in a hurry. In fact, he hadn't drunk enough yet.
"This old Huang." Qin Yu smiled and shook his head.
At this moment, the sound of fighting came from under the city wall. Qin Yu's spirit was suddenly lifted and he stood up suddenly.
"Centurion! What's going on?" Old Huang ran back and asked.
"Take a few of your men and follow me, while the others prepare their bows and arrows!" Qin Yu took the lead and ran towards the city.
"Follow you guys!" Lao Huang picked up the sword leaning against the corner and followed with a few people.
It was pitch black under the city wall, and the clanging sounds of fighting continued to come from the darkness.
"Torch!" Qin Yu shouted, and Lao Huang hurriedly lit the torch he had prepared in advance.
The firelight immediately dispelled the darkness, and two people could be vaguely seen fighting. One of them was a little thin, but he was very powerful.
The other man was tall and tall, with a wide range of moves, but he seemed to have no intention of fighting and wanted to escape.
As the torches on the city wall were also lit, the two people below the city also stopped fighting.
Everyone also saw the two people clearly, one was Iron Mask wearing a mask, and the other was Wu Gang, the centurion of the east gate.
"Centurion Wu, why are you here at this time?" Qin Yu stepped forward and asked with a gloomy face.
Wu Gang's expression changed quickly, and he laughed and said: "I didn't expect that the commander's capable subordinate Tiemian would be here with Brother Qin. We just had a discussion, and it was really amazing."
"Centurion Wu, you haven't answered my question yet. Why are you here at this time?" Qin Yu asked with a cold face.
Wu Gang's face froze, he glanced at Lao Huang and others behind Qin Yu, and then at the soldiers on the wall with bows and arrows.
"Centurion Qin, what do you mean? Didn't you ask us to come here to get bows and arrows? This battle doesn't look like you asked us to come here to get bows and arrows." Wu Gang looked guilty and said to Qin Yu questioned.
"Get a bow and arrow?"
"Why, didn't you say you would give us some bows and arrows today?"
A smile appeared on Qin Yu's lips, "I did ask you to come get the bows and arrows, but I haven't received the order from the captain, let alone sent anyone to inform you."
"Also, since we are here to get bows and arrows, why is Centurion Wu the only one here? Could it be that Centurion Wu alone can take away so many bows and arrows?"
"Huh! I'm just a little impatient. I just came here to take a look. Isn't this also okay?" Wu Gang snorted coldly, turned around and wanted to leave.
However, Tie Mian thrust out his sword and blocked Wu Gang's way.
"Qin Yu, what do you mean?" Wu Gang asked Qin Yu without looking back.
"You want to burn the bows and arrows in the warehouse. If I hadn't been guarding the warehouse, you might have set the entire warehouse on fire." Iron Face stared at Wu Gang with cold eyes.
There was a trace of panic in Wu Gang's eyes, but because the light was too dark, Tie Mian didn't notice it.
Wu Gang turned around and walked quickly towards Qin Yu.
"Qin Yu! What do you mean! Do you think someone wants to burn down your armory?"
Facing Wu Gang who was so close, Lao Huang took a step forward and protected Qin Yu behind him.
"Get away! How dare you, a soldier, stand in front of me!" Wu Gang reached out and pushed Old Huang, but Old Huang remained motionless and stared at Wu Gang, with the sword in his hand slightly unsheathed.
"Qin Yu! What on earth do you mean!" Wu Gang's face was filled with anger, and he almost burst into flames when he stared at Qin Yu.
Qin Yu patted Lao Huang's shoulder and motioned for Lao Huang to get out of the way.
Lao Huang glanced at Qin Yu and stood aside, but still stared at Wu Gang.
Qin Yu pointed in the direction of the previously burned warehouse, "Do you think Centurion Wu caused the fire last night intentionally or accidentally?"
"How do I know! This is your Nanmen matter, what's the use of asking me?" Wu Gang's eyes flashed with panic again. But this time he was caught by Qin Yu.
Qin Yu passed by Wu Gang and came behind Wu Gang.
"Last night's fire did not catch fire elsewhere, but it burned in the armory where it was least likely to catch fire. Moreover, the brothers guarding the warehouse were also killed before the fire. I have to suspect that there is a trick from the Qi State in our south. The door was on fire."
"That's why you doubt me! Qin Yu!"
Wu Gang turned around and suddenly reached out to grab Qin Yu. As a result, Tie Mian and Lao Huang drew their swords at the same time, and the two swords were placed on Wu Gang's neck.
"Yo yo yo, it's so lively, we're about to start a fight." At this time, several figures walked out of the darkness.
"Lao Wu! Lao Zhu! Qin Yu wants to kill us and start a mutiny! Be careful!"
Wu Gang's words made Wu Xu and Zhu Zhi stop and look at Qin Yu warily.
