Southern Xinjiang.
"Oh no, my Lord! The Chu army has launched another surprise attack!"
That night, just as King Yin was about to go to bed, a fire rising into the sky in the distance came into view, breaking the tranquility of the night.
It’s only been a few days?
Two days.
Two days ago, Major General Qin captured two strongholds in one fell swoop, and could not hold back and launched a surprise attack.
He yawned lazily and said:
"Let him steal it."
Sneaky as a thief.
"ah?"
The soldier who reported the incident almost bit his tongue, "Let him launch a surprise attack?"
"There are eight strongholds in Southern Xinjiang, and he has only taken a quarter of them. Southern Xinjiang is so big, and he only occupies a small corner of it. Why are you in such a hurry?"
The truly important strongholds are still in his hands.
He is so motivated, he can't compare with those young people who are in high spirits.
It's time.
It's time to rest.
King Yin was sitting on the couch. Seeing the soldier still kneeling on the ground, his brows furrowed. "Foolish thing! What are you still doing here? Are you really going to hand over Southern Xinjiang to us as I said? Go and burn down the granary of the Chu army!"
“Yes, yes!”
The soldier was so frightened that he ran out in a panic, covering his helmet and holding his sword.
Inside the tent, there was a snicker:
Phew!
Next to the bed, there was a small bed supported by four low table legs. The long small bed board was very straight, and Tuoba Mo was sitting cross-legged on it.
"Father, the soldiers you brought with you are so stupid."
A gaze as sharp as an arrow shot over.
Tuoba Mo's back stiffened, and he immediately closed his lips, covered his mouth, and withdrew his two rows of bared white teeth:
"They are not stupid, it's just that our father is too smart!"
King Yin gave him a cold look, "You bastard."
Tuoba Mo curled his lips.
"Go to bed early and keep quiet."
"oh!"
Tuoba Mo pulled his small quilt, lay down and covered himself.
King Yin slept on the big bed, and Tuoba Mo slept on the small couch at the end of the bed.
The bonfire was crackling and jumping.
After a long silence, Tuoba Mo couldn't help but ask, "Father, why can't I sleep with you?"
On the couch, a man's voice came calmly: "You are not a child anymore, you should sleep by yourself."
But he is only four and a half years old this year.
"But when I was a kid, I didn't sleep with you either."
"You were too young at the time. If I turned over, I would have crushed you to death. You should have slept by yourself."
Alas!
It seems to make sense.
"Then when can I sleep with my father?"
"Never again."
"Why?"
King Yin turned over, looking cold and impatient, as if he had lost his patience, but after a few seconds, he still answered him:
"Because it's not allowed for men to touch each other."
"Ah? Am I not father's biological child?"
Of course not.
You are the orphan that I picked up from the deputy general.
You talk so much.
"Because I have mysophobia, if someone touches me, I have to wash my hands for a very long time."
"That……"
"Tuoba Mo, you talk too much. If you keep talking, I'll hang you up and sleep with you."
"..."
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That night, Qin Muyu led his troops in a surprise attack. Although they recaptured a stronghold, the granary was burned down.
Although the rescue was timely, most of the food and fodder were burned. Under the current situation, supplies could not be replenished in a timely and effective manner, and the army had to take a temporary rest.
On the long table.
Qin Muyu swung his arm and spread out a complete topographic map of southern Xinjiang.
"We have now recaptured three locations. King Yin occupies this place, this place... this place..."
He discussed the next plan with Lieutenant General Li, Lieutenant General Zhang and the military advisor.
Outside the tent.
Qin Muxue bit the apple in her hand and walked over. When the oncoming soldiers saw her, they all shouted:
"My lady."
"My lady!"
Qin Muxue raised her hand: "We have defended well to prevent the Nanman from counterattacking... Thank you all for your hard work... Zhang Si, your hand injury is better now... Li Wu, how are you?"
"Thank you for your concern, Miss!"
"The young lady is very considerate and considerate of us. It is our honor!"
The soldiers looked at the young lady with emotion and admiration, and they liked this straightforward, generous and unpretentious woman from the bottom of their hearts.
Qin Muxue was also cheerful, and in just a few words, she was able to get along with a group of soldiers.
Laugh out loud.
Not far away, Lu Yunchu saw this scene and felt a little sad.
This shining little sun!
When will I be able to focus my whole heart on him?
Oh!
"My hand hurts!"
Qin Muxue turned around, "Senior Brother Lu, what's wrong with you?"
"Is the wound torn? Or is it inflamed? I don't know, but it doesn't matter. It's just a minor injury and it won't be fatal. I'll be fine after a little bit of resistance!"
Qin Muxue left the group of soldiers and hurried to see Lu Yunchu.
A group of soldiers: "..."
Full of contempt.
We all went to the battlefield together and suffered more serious injuries, but no one cried out like Master Lu.
We are all men, and we can see through men's minds at a glance.
The scheming Mr. Lu.
"Report!"
In the distance, a messenger came riding on horseback and rushed into the camp: "Young General, there is a letter from King Yin!"
Qin Muyu stopped talking and took it to have a look.
Another negotiation?
"No need to talk about it."
"Major General, when the Nanman messenger sent the letter, he also said that if we refuse to negotiate, King Yin will burn our food supplies."
"He's addicted to burning!"
Qin Muyu slammed the table and said, "Send three times the number of people, keep an eye on the food and fodder, there can't be any more mistakes!"
Deputy General Zhang hesitated:
"But... the terrain in the southern border is flat, almost all of it is flat land, and there is nowhere to hide our granaries. As long as King Yin finds out the location of our granaries and has an archer who can shoot arrows from a hundred miles away, he can still burn them down."
Although the archery skill of Baili Piercing the Willow requires one in a million.
But who can guarantee that there is such a master under King Yin’s command?
Qin Muyu looked gloomy.
The last negotiation did not produce any result.
The King of Yin deliberately teased him.
What tricks are you trying to play again!
This time, at the end of the plain, next to a long and narrow cliff, a man and a horse were already waiting there.
As the sun sets, the man is wearing a flamboyant crimson brocade robe, his figure stretched very long by the afterglow. The horse beside him lowers its head to eat grass, and the crows in the woods spread their wings and fly by, their long cries making the dusk both peaceful and a little desolate.
Tap--
The sound of horse hooves could be heard at a steady pace.
King Yin turned around, looked at the high-spirited young man on the horse, and smiled:
"I thought you weren't coming."
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