After a great battle, corpses were carried back to the camp one by one, and most of the soldiers who carried the burden had more or less bandaged wounds, and after treating their own wounds, they still insisted on bringing their battle-damaged comrades back to the camp on the battlefield.

One by one, the corpses piled up into a mountain, and in this dead night, the soldiers of the Dongyue Kingdom silently buried them and erected a monument to toast them.

Wan Yan Jin stood by the fire not far away, seeing the figures coming and going in front of him, they would bow down and salute him when they saw Wan Yan Jin, but he didn't seem to hear it, a pair of deep eyes looked straight at the small tombs.

The sparks around him jumped violently, because from time to time there would be a gust of wind blowing here, blowing the flames to the side and jumping back quickly, illuminating the shadows on the ground, but it also just added a sense of solitude.

Maybe some people, they have a certain temperament that they can't see at all on weekdays, but at some times it will be infinitely magnified, like a layer of fog around him that lingers for a long time.

Wan Yan Jin is not a sad person, he has worked hard in the officialdom over the years, his youthful impulsiveness and immaturity have long been worn by him, as time goes by, everything on him will become more and more invisible, if they are not by his side all the time, the current Wan Yan Jin is simply an unpredictable person.

This is probably why when Wan Yan Jin met Mo Qichen, she felt that the world was strange, and in this world, it was too difficult to find a person who was familiar at first sight and had a good conversation.

Gradually, the footsteps behind him got closer and closer, and it seemed that he was deliberately walking very slowly in order to make his footsteps a little smaller, and every step made people feel cautious.

Wan Yan Jin didn't turn around and didn't speak, but Mo Bing knew, he must have known that he was behind.

All along, he has been too vigilant, no matter who he is, no matter what time it is, he is full of vigilance, which is more like an innate defense.

Mo Bing took two five-tael wine jars in his hands, one bottle was clamped between his elbows, and the other hand pulled out the cap of the other bottle, he shook the wine bottle, the sweet aroma of wine came to his nose, and finally handed it to Wan Yan Jin.

Wan Yan Jin retracted his gaze, but the wine bottle, before he looked at Mo Bing, was attracted by the aroma of the wine in the wine bottle. He leaned over to the bottle and sniffed it, closing his eyes to discern the aroma of the wine.

"This is glutinous rice wine?"

Mo Bing smiled, nodded, and removed the cap of his bottle of wine by the way, and sat on the ground next to the fire.

Wan Yan Jin also sat down, his eyes were still on the bottle of wine in his hand, and his hand shook again, making the taste of the glutinous rice wine more intense.

"I haven't drunk it for a long time, this kind of wine has no drinking power, and after drinking it, I don't feel half-drunk and half-awake, and I won't relieve stress. Didn't you let it go for sale a long time ago? Wan Yan Jin smelled the glutinous rice wine, and a few clusters of flames jumped in her deep eyes, which seemed to burn into her eyes.

Mo Bing chuckled, "Broken Yuxuan has long been out of sale, only these two bottles, and there is no more." ”

Speaking of this glutinous rice wine, it used to be a signboard of Broken Yuxuan. There are the rarest elixirs in Bianjing, the most precious Jiangnan splendor, and the most luxurious rouge gouache...... All in all, all the precious products in this world are all there, and they are even more outstanding than those stores that specialize in these items. It can be said that it is the favorite place of some rich young ladies, because I am afraid that only they can afford to buy the things in it.

But at the beginning, I could, Broken Yuxuan also sold glutinous rice wine, the price was very low, basically as long as it was a person who could eat three meals, it was more than enough to buy a bottle of glutinous rice wine.

But because the craftsman who made the glutinous rice wine mixed water with the glutinous rice wine privately and sought personal gain, although the taste of the glutinous rice wine did not change much, and the people never found out about it, but inadvertently let Wan Yanjin find out. Since then, Broken Yuxuan has not sold glutinous rice wine.

These two bottles of wine can be regarded as the last two bottles, at that time, Wan Yan Jin was angry, and gave all the glutinous rice wine to the people, and Broken Yuxuan no longer sold glutinous rice wine. Fortunately, he was quick and secretly hid two bottles, and he forgot about it after a long time, and it has been so many years since he put it away, but it seems rare and precious.

"It's still a wine with little alcoholic power, and drinking it can only quench your thirst!" Wan Yan Jin picked up the bottle of glutinous rice wine and poured a big sip into his mouth.

Mo Bing smiled and nodded, he didn't like too strong wine very much, his mouth would be very spicy when he drank it, and it would become hot after the wine went down to his stomach. This may seem comfortable to some, but he doesn't think so. He didn't like the burning sensation, and it took a long time for the smell to dissipate after the strong wine had fallen into his stomach. He's not a drinker, and it's okay to have a few drinks once in a while, but he can't get really drunk.

Maybe it's also because he can't drink alcohol, like Wan Yan Jin and Mu Yun, they are very good at drinking, and they have the reputation of not getting drunk with a thousand glasses, so they naturally prefer wine with stronger drinking power.

"In Broken Yuxuan, the matter of glutinous rice wine has become their warning. No one dares to cut corners and defy the law, and the effect of killing chickens and monkeys is obvious. It's not just Broken Yuxuan, even the brothers of the underground money bank, the soldiers in the army, they all strictly abide by the military orders and dare not slack off. Mo Bing also followed Wan Yan Jin's gaze to the small graves, today on the battlefield, they witnessed so many killings, and even watched their brothers die for them, it was false to say that they were not uncomfortable.

They may not be able to understand Wan Yan Jin's approach, and even if they pay for their lives, in the end, Wan Yan Jin can't recognize who is who. But they still obeyed Yan Jin's arrangement and were willing to die for him, even if they were only to achieve one of Yan Jin's goals as Deadpool.

On the battlefield today, as long as they have the slightest impatience and dissatisfaction with Wan Yan Jin, they can abandon the city and flee, or raise troops to rebel. But they didn't, they fought desperately on the front line, even if they saw their companions fall in front of them one by one, they had no intention of fleeing.

Wan Yan Jin's greatest ability may be to make people trust him unconditionally, follow him, and live for him and die for him.

"Young master, there are so many people fighting for us, all we can do is not let their deaths be sacrificed in vain." How could Mo Bing not see it? Even if Wan Yan Jin didn't say a word, he just stood there quietly, and the loneliness that naturally shrouded him around him could make him feel his heart.

This feeling seems to have accompanied Wan Yanjin for a long, long time. More than once he saw him standing alone by the window, looking up at the moonlit scene. It was obviously such a quiet and beautiful thing, but Wan Yanjin only chose to expose his heart at that time.

He was a formidable being, and it seemed that there was no one who could hurt him or make him frown, and that was true for anyone who fell on him.

Maybe it's because he likes dumb people to eat Coptis chinensis too much, and keeps all the suffering in his heart from being noticed, and only when the bitterness reaches his heart, he will choose to reveal it at a time.

After Yan Jin was silent, Mo Bing couldn't see what kind of emotion was in his eyes, because he couldn't see his gaze from this angle, he could only see the well-defined side face, as well as the slightly tufted eyebrows, and the slightly pursed lips.

After a long time, the wine bottle in his hand was raised high, and he drank all the remaining wine, leaving not half a drop. At the end, he also wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth indiscriminately. Only then did he realize that his deep eyes seemed to have something flashing there in the light of the fire.

"Go back and rest, we have to fight tomorrow!" I don't know how long it took for Wan Yan Jin to say this. Then he put the bottle aside, stood up, patted the dirt from his clothes, and walked towards his tent.

Mo Bing looked at his back, and at this moment, he could empathize with his heart and emotions even more. It wasn't until Yan Jin entered his tent that he withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, shook the glutinous rice wine in his hand and drank it all.

After that, his eyes stayed on the small mound not far away, and the fire beside him was steaming from the long-standing fire, perhaps because he had just drunk too fast, and the strength of the glutinous rice wine was in his stomach, burning his stomach again and again. The heat from his body and the heat from the fire enveloped him, and in the winter night, he didn't seem to feel a trace of cold at all.

In another camp, Zhen Ai drew the map over and over again, demonstrating Wan Yan Jin's strategy on the map over and over again. There was also a candle burning in her tent, perhaps for too long, and droplets of wax condensed water dripped from the center of the flame, and piled up in small clumps under the cover.

On a tree not far from her tent, a figure holding a sword against the trunk of the tree remained motionless, like a statue, standing upright, obviously motionless, but always looking at the surroundings of the tent.

Mo Bing couldn't help but smile when he saw this, Zhen Ai's figure could see clearly outside through the candlelight, how could he not know what she was doing. But the wind in the tree made him feel funny, why didn't he go back to his tent and stay outside? Presumably Zhen Ai didn't know, if she knew, she wouldn't be willing to guard her on a tree trunk like this.

Mu Yun's tent had no candlelight, but he knew he must not be asleep. Xu went to deal with the funeral with his brothers, and Xu went to comfort them, in short, it was impossible to be idle at this time.