A moment later, in the military camp, in the general's tent.

The generals sat with their swords drawn, their tiger eyes blazing, staring at the three covered paper barrels on the table, their faces showing a mixture of suspicion and expectation.

Ma Fei and his group were full of confidence. At noon today, they ate instant noodles, which were both delicious and filling.

The most important thing is that it is extremely convenient and is a must-have for home and travel.

Half an incense stick later, Meng Tian quickly opened one of the paper barrels. As soon as he lifted the lid, a rich spicy smell hit him in the face.

"Hmm, it smells nice, but I wonder what it tastes like?"

Meng Tian raised his eyebrows slightly and commented seriously.

Then, without waiting for others to react, he quickly picked up the fork, scooped up a large amount of noodles and put it into his mouth.

The noodles are chewy and springy, as if dancing between your lips and teeth. The soup is delicious and mellow, and the chopped vegetables and dried meat add a richer flavor.

The unique taste made Meng Tian's eyes brighter and brighter. His hands did not stop moving at all, and he ate the noodles with a "slurp slurp" sound.

Everyone looked at this appetite-stimulating scene, swallowed their saliva at the same time, and their stomachs made a few rumbling sounds in response.

"Ahem, let me try some too."

Meng Yi cleared his throat twice, and under the wolf-like gaze, he moved the second bucket of instant noodles in front of him without changing his expression.

Seeing the two bosses eating with relish, the others tacitly focused their attention on the last bucket.

Their eyes met, and a battle for food was about to break out.

"Hey, let me, Old Zhu, have a taste."

"Don't eat it all! Leave some for me!"

"You old fellow, you're so cruel that you didn't even leave me a mouthful of noodle soup."

The people of Jiuyuan County could never have imagined that the generals, who were so majestic in their eyes, would almost fight over a bucket of instant noodles.

Meng Tian couldn't bear it anymore. He drank the last mouthful of noodle soup and cursed with a smile.

"Look at you, you starving ghosts reincarnated, how disgraceful!!"

"Someone, bring some more instant noodles."

He waved his hand and ordered his personal guards to make a few more buckets of tea. Of course, he did not forget to make another bucket for himself.

After a while, the only sounds in the tent were the slurping sound of people eating noodles and the strong and unique spicy aroma.

Outside the tent, the guards smelled the fragrance and couldn't help swallowing their saliva, with anticipation and joy in their eyes.

He was an old soldier who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, but he had never seen such precious and delicious military rations.

In the past, it was basically corn, occasionally some vegetables, and if we were lucky, we could taste some meat if we hunted prey.

But the taste is not that good, at most it can fill your stomach and replenish your energy.

When he thought of the fragrant instant noodles, he was filled with energy and secretly vowed to kill more Huns and live up to the kindness of His Majesty.

Inside the tent, a group of generals slumped in their chairs contentedly and burped deeply.

"This instant noodle is really convenient."

"And it can not only fill the stomach but also meet the basic needs of the soldiers."

Meng Tian stared at the empty paper barrel, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and there was no longer a trace of doubt in his heart.

He had been marching and fighting for many years, so he was keenly aware of the military value of this item.

"Yes, it's perfect for use as military rations."

"This is fine grain. I'm sure those little bastards under me will be overjoyed."

"Your Majesty is truly magnanimous! You have treated us so well, and we will certainly not let you down!"

Hearing this, all the generals nodded in agreement, with satisfaction on their faces.

Military situations change rapidly, and whether it is the front line or logistics, we all pursue efficiency.

Moreover, the Huns have many cavalrymen, so we must pursue them like lightning and relentlessly, and they are destined to have little time to rest.

Now that we have such convenient military rations, we can undoubtedly save a lot of time and speed up the march.

Seeing all the generals praising them, Ma Fei and others couldn't help but hold their heads high and chests puffed out, looking proud.

After the discussion on the military rations was over, Ma Fei estimated the time and cautiously said goodbye to Meng Tian.

"General Meng, now that the rations have been delivered, we must return to report."

"Hmm? It's a dark and windy night, and the journey is difficult. Why rush?"

Meng Tian frowned and disagreed.

Then his mind moved, his eyes flickered, and he calmly made a suggestion.

"Why don't you set off tomorrow morning? I will go back to the capital with you."

This statement was earth-shattering, and everyone present was stunned. After they recovered from their shock, they hurriedly tried to persuade him anxiously.

"General, you can't do that! The war is about to begin, and you are the commander-in-chief, the backbone of the army!"

"Yes, if you leave, won't the army be in chaos?"

"No need to say more, I have made up my mind."

Meng Tian was not shaken by the crowd's dissuasion. He slammed the table hard, his face solemn and his tone firm.

"The trucks are incredibly fast, and the round trip only takes a day. There won't be any delays, so you can proceed as usual."

"Furthermore, the attack on the Xiongnu is of vital importance and cannot be neglected. This general wishes to discuss military strategy in detail with Your Majesty."

After the explanation, the generals were speechless, but some of them were convinced.

Meng Yi shook his head and sighed helplessly, but he had another layer of worry in his heart.

He met his brother's sharp eyes and persuaded him gently.

"Brother, you entered the capital without permission. This is against etiquette. I'm afraid His Majesty will blame you."

"No problem, this is an extraordinary matter. Your Majesty trusts me highly and will surely forgive me."

Meng Tian said this with great confidence, without a trace of worry or fear on his face, only trust and respect.

Your Majesty is broad-minded and magnanimous. You are not a monarch who is suspicious of his subjects. Otherwise, you would not have sent him to lead 300,000 troops to garrison the border.

Moreover, Meng Tian is loyal to Your Majesty and has a clear conscience.

Seeing that his brother was determined to go his own way, Meng Yi had to give up and planned to conceal the matter secretly to prevent the Huns from taking the opportunity to attack.

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light.

The group started the truck and headed back in a mighty procession. The rumbling sound gradually faded away.

An hour later, Ma Fei's face turned pale. He leaned against the window, retching and begging bitterly.

"General Meng, please, please...yue...let me drive the car...yue..."

"No, no, I haven't had enough fun yet, just take a good rest."

Meng Tian stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel quickly, drifted through the corner in a handsome manner, and did not forget to answer Ma Fei.

He was enjoying the rapidly blowing spring breeze, his expression was excited, his eyes were surprisingly bright, and the blood in his bones was boiling.

In the past, Meng Tian thought that galloping on horseback was a real pleasure in the world, but now, he had to admit that he was ignorant.

This car is extremely fast and driving is so satisfying and enjoyable that I wouldn't trade it for ten famous horses.

I wonder if I can ask His Majesty for one...

Ma Fei, the co-pilot, was completely unaware of Meng Tian's thoughts. He only felt his stomach churning and his head spinning.

The honest middle-aged man had dull eyes and stared blankly at the blurry shadow outside the window, looking so sad that he could not even cry.

He wanted to escape, but he couldn't.