On the night of victory, a banquet was set up in the camp of the Jin army that had been stationed under Xiangyang City for a long time, but it was not so much a banquet, but it was a bonfire party, everyone drank and chatted around the fire, but although it was a curtain and a thin wine, it was also happy and lively, which was much more comfortable and happier than that time in the Chunguang Dance Hall of the Jin Palace.

At this moment, the officers and men of the whole army, regardless of their superiority and inferiority, regardless of military rank and official position, everyone drinks and has fun, and when it rises, the soldiers who are serious and nervous on weekdays will also walk to the center of the crowd around them to perform a program at the instigation of the people next to them, some are singing a folk song of their hometown, and some are humming a childhood tune. The soldiers of Beifu are originally formed by the gathering of displaced people from all over the world, and the soldiers who have been bloodied all day long have not heard the voice of their hometown for many years, let alone whether they can return to their hometowns in their lifetime.

If the Qin soldiers in Xiangyang City could hear the sound here, they would probably know why they were defeated in the Battle of Weishui in the near future.

Because of the human heart.

The Xie clan of the Jin State won by winning the hearts of the people, while the Fu Jian of the Qin State lost the hearts of the people and lost.

The world is divided and united, but success is also people's hearts, and defeat is also people's hearts.

The bright moon is soothing, the moon is dewed into frost, and people are like jade. The surroundings are obviously very noisy, but Wan Zhang's heart feels quiet inexplicably, in addition to being too confident about this battle, for some reason he also has a sense of dust settled on himself, maybe because as long as this battle is completed, his task will be completed by more than half, and the road will be much easier in the future, so he will feel so calm.

A pot of wine suddenly stretched out beside him, and when he raised his eyes, Xie Yan was holding a pot of wine and handing it to himself, his eyebrows and eyes were like stars, and there was no trace of dust:

"Drink, drink a little, it's cold at night, and the wine can keep you cold."

Seeing that there was wine, Wanzhang naturally took it all, smiled, reached out to take it, and unceremoniously raised his neck and poured a big sip, and waited until he had drunk enough before returning the almost bottomed wine jug to him.

Xie Yan shook the wine jug, which was still full, but now it was almost empty, although he had known her amount of wine many years ago, he still frowned.

I raised my head and tried to pour it up, but I only poured out a pitiful three or four drops, hooked my lips and shook my head helplessly, but I didn't say a word to her, just put away the flask and put it aside silently.

And Wanzhang, the nightmare fright of the previous day, coupled with the sudden feeling of ease and peace of mind, intertwined into a feeling of exhaustion, taking advantage of the alcohol that gradually surfaced in her heart, she couldn't help but slowly close her eyes and gradually fell asleep.

Sleep deeply.

In her sleep, she seemed to have been staring at herself with a pair of eyes, and she didn't know who it was, and she didn't want to let her spoil her dreams, so she didn't want to pay attention to it, but she didn't expect that those eyes were getting hotter and hotter, so that she couldn't be at peace in her sleep, with a strong hatred, deep sadness, and the tenderness of her affection, she was dragged up from her dream.

Murong Chong, she dreamed of him again.

A nightmare undoubtedly.

After waking up in a cold sweat, she realized that she was sleeping in her own camp. Only then did I slowly think of the previous fire banquet, and I felt that the wine had not subsided, it should have been a dream for a short time, and it was estimated that the time at this moment was only three watches at most. My alcohol consumption is really getting worse and worse, and I actually fell asleep. It was about Xie Yan who settled the drunk self again.

It's just that...... Why did you dream of Murong Chong again?

I haven't seen him for three whole years, I've never dreamed of him, why do I always dream about him these days? Could it be that because the battle of Weishui is imminent, it means that he will return to his side, and the time is approaching?

It was fate to get rid of the inability.

It's the fate that reminds you not to forget your mission.

Rubbing his drowsy head, he hesitated for a long time whether to continue sleeping or getting up, and finally decided to struggle to get up, groped his way to the table, and then took out an innate gossip plate and an acquired gossip plate from his clothes.

Although it is known that the victory of the Jin army in the battle of Weishui is the general trend, but there are many small variables in the meantime, it is better to know the fortune as soon as possible, so as to know what to do next, and only then can it reflect its ability.

The gossip plate vibrated slightly in the palm of his hand, delicate and ingenious things, but whoever can master it can control his fate.

The world is big, in the final analysis, but it is just a plaything in the palm of God's hands.

I don't know how long it has been counting, there seems to be a faint light outside the tent, and Wanzhang estimated the time, it was time to freshen up and change clothes, and inform Yu Xie An and others about the divination.

However, just after she put away the gossip plate and had no time to change clothes, the tent door was suddenly opened, and Wanzhang immediately looked nervously at the door.

"Han Gongzi ......"

Before the little soldier standing at the door finished speaking, he was already stunned at the mouth of the camp tent, looking at Wanzhang with the same expression that was even more surprised than her.

The embarrassed little soldier was originally going to report the defeat of the war ahead, and the prime minister invited her to discuss, who would have thought that what she would see after coming in would be such a scene, seeing that Wan Zhang was dressed in women's clothes, Xiao Bing's eyes were as wide as two eggs, and the words were frozen in his mouth and couldn't speak, he swallowed his saliva hard, thinking that he was hallucinating, rubbing his eyes vigorously, and finally could only helplessly confirm that the handsome and mysterious Han Gongzi, who had been with him for many years, turned out to be a woman!

Under the extreme shock, most of his mind was gone, but fortunately, he had seen a big scene on weekdays, and he comforted himself for a long time, and only after half a day did he mechanically spit out a string of words:

"Prime Minister...... The prime minister invited Han Gongzi...... Uh, Han ...... Miss Han went. ”

In the barracks, the pseudonym Han Zhang has always been used, and the pronunciation is different, so there is no obstacle to calling it.

Seeing that her identity as a woman was revealed, she was already embarrassed in her heart, but she has always been a person with a swollen face and a fat person, so she can't let herself be embarrassed, in fact, then Wanzhang's response was too indifferent, and she didn't look back, only responded quietly: "I already know." ”

"Childe...... Girl, do you already know? ”

Although Xiao Bing was still deeply surprised that Wanzhang was a woman, when he heard her say that she had known about what she had reported, he still fell back into another disbelief.

Wan Zhang didn't speak again, he wanted to go to Xie An's camp in men's clothes, but after another pause, thinking that his identity had been exposed, he didn't have to bother to pretend anymore, not to mention that Xie An and the others already knew about themselves, and with a turn of footsteps, he walked directly to the door, and said to the little soldier:

"Let's get along."

Xie An's camp was already full of discussions, and standing outside the tent, he could hear the people inside talking about the heat, and Wan Zhang walked in without informing him.

Not surprisingly, the people who were discussing it enthusiastically immediately quieted down, looking at her in a goose yellow dress in a daze, after a few months of getting along, they were all familiar faces that they were used to seeing on weekdays, and suddenly they saw that the handsome boy who got along every day became a female Jiao'e, who could not be surprised, who could not feel that he was famous for a lifetime but looked away.

Fortunately, they were all people who had experienced strong winds and waves, and they were facing a rather urgent and unfavorable battle situation at that time, so they didn't pay too much attention to her, and after a moment of silence, a general walked up to Xie An and hurriedly continued:

"Prime Minister, now Fu Rong has captured Shouyang and captured the guards. Murong Trai captured Yuncheng again. And Hu Bin, the general of our army who rushed to the aid of Shouyang, after learning that Shouyang had been broken by Furong, retreated to Kip Stone and waited to join the army. But Fu Rong got the news again, and immediately led the army to attack Kipshi, Hu Bin's retreat has been blocked, the troops are trapped in Kipshi, the grain and grass are exhausted, it is difficult to support, write a letter to the prime minister to tell him about the emergency, but the person who sent the letter was caught by the Qin soldiers, this letter has now fallen into the hands of Fu Rong, the battle situation is tight, and the situation is critical! ”

However, after Xie An listened, there was no discoloration on his face, and his eyes that had been passed down for many years but still remained clear were still unwavering, and he only glanced at Wanzhang, who had just come in, and smiled lightly:

"Since Miss Wanzhang is here, please tell me your opinion."

Halfway through the discussion before, when I heard Xie An say that he wanted to invite Han Zhang over, he already felt that it was just a young man, what should he do? Now that I found out that this young man was still a daughter, where could the generals still look up to her, but because of Xie An's face, she didn't express her dissatisfaction in person, but she had already written deep distrust on her face. Let's see if she can say something ugly.

Although he is a military general who is used to killing people on the battlefield, but when he returns to the camp, it is difficult to do anything to himself if he disagrees. So, she hooked her lips and smiled, and said frankly to herself.

"According to the little woman, the prime minister doesn't have to worry, and the generals don't have to worry, now the Jin country is in full swing, and the Qin country is prosperous and will decline, although the current battle situation is not conducive to the Jin country, but it is just a small test, I dare to assert that in a moment, there will be nobles to help." Walking in front of Xie Yan, he was looking at himself with a smile on his eyebrows, Wan Zhang suddenly stopped, hurriedly turned his head away, and said silently, "This noble person is also an old man." ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone showed disbelief, a young girl dared to boast of such a Haikou?

Let's wait, if no noble person comes, see how she ends up and how she makes up for the delayed military plane.

However, Wan Zhang's calculations have always been correct, saying that it is a moment's words, it is already restrained and modest, in fact, not long after he finished saying this, the soldiers in the camp outside the tent reported loudly:

"Tell the prime minister, someone outside the camp asks to see you!"

The expressions on the faces of the generals standing in a circle suddenly became very exciting, but there was still a hint of luck, maybe it was just a coincidence, and wait, maybe...... Maybe it's just someone who has something else to do.

At that time, everyone looked at the door of the camp tent with their own thoughts, the camp curtain was lifted by a small soldier, and a young man slowly walked in, wearing the official uniform of the Qin State, which turned out to be an envoy sent by Fu Jian.

Everyone had just dissipated some of their nervous expressions and turned into vigilance, but after gradually seeing the young man's face clearly, they became nervous and surprised again, and they all looked at each other with incredible expressions.

It turned out to be him.