It's night, and it's not just Ouchi Mienen who can't sleep.

In the general tent of the camp in Beijing, the butter wax is burning, and the fishy smell is flowing in the night air.

Wen Qingxiu sniffled greedily and breathed in the smell, raised the wine glass in his hand, and said: "It's so fragrant—so kind—we also use this kind of wax at night when the white wolf passes, and when we are not on duty, I talk to the fat man under the lamp, and always talk about the days to come: after retiring and returning to my hometown, I will honor my parents, plant a few acres of thin fields, marry a daughter-in-law, start a family, give birth to a few babies, and raise them well——"

Suddenly, he didn't say anything, wiped his eyes, and wiped a handful of tears, and his voice was choked: "But all this is hopeless, the fat man is dead, so many brothers are dead, so many villagers are dead." I am left to live, but what is the meaning of such a life, the White Wolf Pass is broken, the west of Lingzhou is in turmoil, and now even the four governance passes are broken, how long can the remaining five victory passes last, once these three passes are broken, the enemy army will rush into the entire Lingzhou and Liangzhou as if entering no man's land, and Qing and Liang are no longer from Kyoto There is no mountain like Dajie Mountain that can be used as a natural military barrier to rely on, so it is easy for the Moro army to take Qingzhou, and if it goes on like this, how far will it take for me to destroy the country in Dongliang...... As he spoke, he took the wine glass and poured it into his mouth vigorously, the wine flowed down his neck, tears glistened on his face, and a delicate face twitched painfully in the night.

Sitting on the ground with Wen Qingxiu, there was only one person drinking late at night, Li Dunian, the capital supervisor of the camp in Beijing.

Since Wen Qingxiu rushed into Beijing on foot, after the military information was delivered to the court, he followed Li Dunian to the camp in Beijing.

The camp in Beijing was quiet.

The southwest struggled in the midst of the war, and as fellow soldiers, the camp in Beijing remained surprisingly quiet on the surface.

In fact, when I walked in, I realized that there was a trend secretly surging in the entire military camp, and everyone was looking forward to joining the war as soon as possible, defending the homeland and defending the country, and also winning military achievements. Since the complete victory of Bai Shuai's army, the country has been peaceful in recent years, and as a general soldier, there is no opportunity to fight and make meritorious contributions, which greatly compresses the opportunity for the soldiers to advance and be promoted, so when these people heard that the war in the southwest was ignited, they also burned a raging fire in their hearts, and they were all gearing up, and they couldn't wait to join the war immediately.

However, the future of the camp in Beijing and whether or not it will be put into combat are such important matters that they can decide.

Wen Qingxiu became the most popular. Every day, he was dragged and quietly inquired about the war in the west.

Wen Qingxiu originally thought that he had seen the emperor and sent the news of the war to the court, and the next step would definitely be to fight the enemy with the whole country, and he himself was ready to immediately join the war. I didn't expect things to drag on again and again. It was difficult for General Li Dunian to have the opportunity to meet the Holy Lord again and ask for battle, but he was very calm, and he only buried himself in practice every day, and the entire camp in Beijing was shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

Wen Qingxiu was originally a scholar, full of the simplicity and enthusiasm of a scholar, but when she arrived in Beijing, she found that she had imagined the capital too beautiful and too tall. Especially when he and his fat buddies stayed at the desolate border White Wolf Pass where rabbits don't all the year round, they fantasized over and over again that they had a family background and money, and they could afford to give big gifts, so they entered the barracks and were assigned to serve as soldiers in places like the Southwest Battalion or the Beijing Central Battalion.

Now when he was in it, he realized that in fact, being a soldier is the same everywhere, nothing more than eating, drilling, sleeping, eating, drilling, sleeping...... The cycle repeats, day after day. The food in the camp in Beijing is naturally much better than that of the white wolf. However, after eating for a few days, sleeping for a few nights, watching drills for a few days, and telling the soldiers about the battle situation in the southwest hundreds of times, he felt bored. This life is no more interesting than the White Wolf Pass, and he doesn't even feel that the White Wolf Pass is free. The white wolf can still see the borders of neighboring countries, and when he is on duty, he can see the Moro soldiers on the opposite side rubbing swords or burying pots to cook. Sometimes they even wave their hands to each other in greeting. The management is not as strict as that of the camp in Beijing.

Li Dunian was idle after bringing him in, he watched everyone practice all day long, and he was a big idler, walking here and there, I wanted to ask Li Dunian when he could increase his troops to rescue the southwest battlefield, but he couldn't catch the opportunity of only two people.

Unexpectedly, Li Dunian called him to eat tonight and prepared wine.

Drinking alcohol in the army is naturally taboo, but Li Dunian has a special identity, the two of them closed the big tent door and drank each other under the lamp, except for the pro-soldiers standing guard at the door, no one else will know.

"Li Dujian, when will we be able to send troops to reinforce the southwest? I estimate that if we don't make any more moves, the entire southwest battalion will be in danger. You know, once the four rules are broken, there are five wins and one pass left, which is easy to attack and difficult to defend, and it is difficult to scream with a lonely palm, and it will definitely not last long. Wen Qingxiu asked this for the first time, and the two of them couldn't remember, and he asked after him from the moment they met and sat here drinking.

Li Dunian didn't answer, just persuaded to drink.

"Drink and drink, wine is a good thing, isn't it a drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows-" Wen Qingxiu pinched the wine cup, her tongue was also big, and she shouted in a drunken daze.

Li Dunian didn't say a word, just raised his glass and touched Wen Xiucai from afar, and then raised his head and poured it.

The night was dark, the wine gradually became stronger, Wen Qingxiu covered her face with the wine, picked up a glass and staggered forward, but mixed garlic under her feet, tripped herself up, and the wine spilled, he simply threw the cup on the ground, and pounced on Li Dunian, and at the same time opened his mouth to vomit, Li Dunian couldn't dodge and was vomited.

"Are you just drunk and dreaming of death?" Wen Qingxiu got up, raised his empty hand, as if the cup was still in his hand, he also held a glass of wine, and gestured in a toasting posture: "The enemy has hit the gate, and you are still living as usual?" Especially you-"

Pointing at Li Dunian's eyes, "As a general, a capital eunuch, and a commander of the whole army, you are also indifferent, don't you know that every day of delay, no, an hour, even if it is the time of a meal, people may die under the sword and gun of the Moro thief."

There are old people, newborn children, and pregnant women with big bellies, who have fled in the southwest land, losing their homes and possessions, and fleeing with their families and mouths, but where can they flee, their homes have been reduced to battlefields and razed to the ground? How far can they escape in the face of a strong army?

I saw with my own eyes, I saw with my own eyes, the enemy's Moro broadsword flashed with cold light, and it slashed down one by one, and the heads of the people rolled under the knife, and blood flowed all over the ground...... Those are our compatriots, General Lee......"

"Don't say it anymore—don't say it again, okay—" Li Dunian suddenly grabbed Wen Qingxiu's collar and tore his hair, and at the same time he also tore his own hair, his face was full of wine, his whole face was red, and his eyes were red, he grabbed Wen Qingxiu's sieve like a chicken, "What do you tell me to do?" Every day, letters asking for help are sent to the capital like snowflakes, everyone knows the crisis in the southwest, and the people in the southwest are in dire straits, but the higher authorities have been delayed in issuing orders, and you have stared at me one by one and blamed me, as if I was unwilling to go on the expedition, who of you understands my difficulties? I have no right to send troops without authorization, do you know? As a seven-foot man, I am even more boiling oil day and night to cook my heart-come, if you don't believe me, you can beat me, you punish me-you beat--I won't fight back-"

He really took Wen Qingxiu's hand and slapped it in his face.

Wen Qingxiu was also not polite, broke free from Li Dunian's pull, waved his hand, and slapped this delicate and handsome face.

Li Dunian stopped beating himself, and waved his hand to hit Wen Qingxiu, and Wen Qingxiu didn't dodge.

The two fell to the ground together, Wen Xiucai, who usually loves cleanliness, and General Li Dunian, who also loves cleanliness, became two drunkards at the moment, and the two of them rolled on the ground, tearing, and beating each other's shoulders and faces.

The soldiers at the door stood motionless, never daring to come in and persuade them.