Yan Guang was originally from the Yanchi Battalion of the Western Garrison. The Yanchi Battalion was the most widely distributed garrison camp, and the places where they were stationed were mostly very difficult. Most of the soldiers in the camp were veterans who came from the lower classes and climbed up step by step with real swords and guns. They had always been at odds with the Guangyao Battalion, which was related to the royal family.
It would be fine if this was said and laughed at in one's own camp on ordinary days, but today there was another person who wanted to camp in the big tent.
General Wei Su Yuanxiu was born into a royal family and had a golden seal and purple ribbon. Upon hearing this, he immediately turned hostile.
"When we were camping in the dangerous terrain of Damang Ridge, none of you came to our aid. Now that something has gone wrong, you're turning against us. May I ask, General Yan, do you have any evidence to support your claims? If not, what's the difference between you and those scoundrels in the marketplace who smear and slander others?"
Yan Guang was refuted on the spot, and there was anger in his eyes: "What do you mean by that? I am a dignified General Zhenxi, how could I argue with that street urchin?!"
Seeing that a fight was about to break out, Zhu Tingmao quickly spoke up, "Huang Zhubu has followed King Kang for many years and served many governors. He must understand the mind of this vassal prince best. Why don't you speak a fair word?"
Huang Wei, having been singled out at the center of this storm, felt beads of sweat trickle down his face, but he knew it was better to offend everyone in the tent than to deceive the person sitting at the table. After much deliberation, he spoke the truth.
"General Zuo is from Prince Xuanyuan's palace. I believe that since Your Majesty is now personally leading the army, leaving Prince Xuanyuan alone to guard the palace, this lone wolf guarding an empty mountain will easily develop ambitions to become a tiger and claim the throne."
The atmosphere in the big tent almost reached the breaking point because of this last sentence.
However, the scorching air did not seem to reach the emperor at all. He and the Zen chair under his butt still maintained the same cold temperature as outside the tent.
"I suddenly feel a little tired."
The emperor raised his forehead slightly, closed his eyes, and lowered his voice.
"You have all been busy fighting for months, and now you are meeting late at night. You must be tired. Let's rest for a while. After that, I will make a final decision."
A collective sigh of relief could almost be heard in the large tent.
No one expected that the emperor's meeting this time would be so dangerous. It had just been delayed for so long that no one had even had a sip of water to drink and their legs were weak from standing. The military generals could still bear it, but they also had urgent needs.
After a flurry of farewells, only a few people remained in the tent.
The emperor slowly opened his eyes, looked at the face that had almost no flaws, and closed his eyes again with a half-smile.
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On the mound west of the Black Feather Camp, Xiao Nanhui sneezed loudly.
She and Lu Songping had been on this slope for more than two hours.
There was cold, hard gravel under her butt, and no matter how hard she tried to warm it up, she couldn't bear it anymore. She had been sitting there uncomfortably for a long time, but now she really couldn't stand it anymore.
"I say, what are you waiting for?"
Lu Songping didn't say anything, but raised a finger to his lips, indicating her to look at the military camp not far away.
This high ground overlooks the entire camp. In fact, even without Lu Songping's reminder, she had already noticed that there was something unusual about the military camp tonight.
Although during the war preparation period, fires were strictly controlled at night to prevent enemy attacks, it had never been as dark as tonight.
The dead silent camp was about to merge into the Gobi Desert, silent and solemn.
The north wind that had been blowing for several days seemed to have stopped. There was no sound of birds, animals or insects in the desolate land, and the air was eerily quiet.
In this boundless silence, there was a subtle sound coming from afar, so faint that it was hard to tell whether it was a human illusion.
Lu Songping immediately stood up and picked up the black longbow that had been at his side.
The bow was thin and strong, somewhat similar to his silver snake-like sword.
He deftly opened the quiver again, counted the black arrow feathers inside, and asked in a low voice without raising his head.
"How is Master Xiao's archery?"
She glanced at the people around her in confusion and said, "What's it to you how good my archery is?"
Lu Songping ignored the resistance in her tone and took out another bow from the long cloth bag he carried with him and handed it to her.
Xiao Nanhui hesitated for a moment, but still took it.
The bow arm is cold and heavy, and the sharp and straight bowstring makes a vibrating sound when plucked.
This is Wang Gong from the Black Feather Camp.
She looked up and saw that Lu Songping's face had completely changed. She realized that such a gentle expression could also be so murderous.
Many people have two faces.
She was familiar with this feeling. Every time before going to the battlefield, she would become a different and unfamiliar person.
Subconsciously, she asked.
"What do you want me to do?"
Lu Songping looked at the blurry skyline in the darkness.
The purple sky remained frozen in time, motionless.
However, in that silence, something was clearly brewing and surging, like a flying insect about to break out of its cocoon.
When the moon is dark and the wind is strong, the Yang energy is declining, and it is the time when ghosts roam the night.
"Master Xiao, keep your eyes peeled. Don't miss anything that moves that you see."
Something moving? What?
Xiao Nanhui's gaze fell on the inky black night sky, and his mouth felt inexplicably dry.
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