The Dongda camp at night is much more vivid than during the day, when Zhang Xin followed Zhang Yi back to the camp, it happened to be dinner time, countless sergeants dressed in khaki uniforms gathered in front of a cluster of bonfires, maybe Tubo has not taken Dongcheng as the direction of the main attack, the sergeants did not have much depression on their faces, but while eating, their eyebrows fluttered and whispered about the war during the day. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Yi took Zhang Xin through the entire camp and came to a group of tents close to the city wall, which was the temporary station of the Dingbian Army. From time to time, there were sergeants who beat their chests to Zhang Yi, some called "Zhang Junhou", and some called "Brother Zicheng", but when they saluted, they all looked curiously at Zhang Xin, who had a swollen face and a legendary loss of soul.

Although Zhang Xin has always been not thin-skinned, he was still a little embarrassed by this pair of warm eyes, and couldn't help lowering his head slightly. Fortunately, the camp of the Dingbian Army was not large, and it was not long before the two of them came to an inconspicuous tent in the middle of the camp.

Zhang Yidang opened the tent first, strode in, took out the flint from his arms and lit it with the fire sickle, and the oil lamps in the skillful tent were lit in turn. The originally black tent immediately lit up uncertainly, Zhang Xin was curious about a large number of his brother's exclusive tents, and saw a rather magnificent big table case in the middle of the tent, that is, the years have been a little long, and the paint on the table is about to fall off. On both sides of the door until the middle of the big desk case, there are slightly smaller table cases, which should be the place where the officers sat when Zhang Yi gave orders. On the left side of the large desk in the middle is a weapon shelf, on which are some weapons such as knives, guns, and spears. On the right is an armor shelf, and there is nothing on it, which is probably used to hang the armor on Zhang Yi's body. At the back of the big table is a screen with a white background, the screen is a little old, but it is well maintained, and the paintings on it are still lifelike.

I saw a white-haired old general riding on a variegated horse painted on the screen, a Fangtian painting halberd hanging diagonally next to the horse's belly, and the old general held a bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right hand. A pair of bright and somewhat frightening eyes, staring at the front with a fierce gaze, Zhang Xin felt at first glance that there was an indescribable murderous aura in the eyes of this old general, as if it could pierce into his heart. I was a little stunned for a while.

As soon as Zhang Yi entered the tent, he took off his helmet and hung it on the shelf, first washed the big black face of the dusty servant in the copper basin next to him, and wiped his face with the dry cloth next to the copper basin. Turning his head to look, he found that Zhang Xin was standing in the middle of the tent in a daze, and couldn't help laughing: "Find a place to do it, what are you doing in a daze." After that, Zhang Yi talked about his clothes and knelt in front of the desk in the middle.

Zhang Xin smiled awkwardly, walked to the small desk closest to Zhang Yi, and knelt down like Zhang Yi. But immediately, I felt that my whole body was weak, especially my two knees were sore and numb, and it was uncomfortable. Zhang Xin twisted and twisted on the mat to find a slightly more comfortable position, but after twisting for a long time, he still twisted and was awkward. Well...... It's much more comfortable now.

Zhang Yi looked at Zhang Xin sitting cross-legged at the table with some amusement, and wanted to scold him twice, but then thought about it, they were brothers and martial artists, so why bother with these.

At this moment, Hu San took Zhang Xizi to open the tent and came in, and the two of them each brought some food in their hands. Hu San still had a coffin face, meticulously putting the food in front of Zhang Yi's case, and there was no expression on his lean face. Zhang Xizi seemed to jump out a lot, the corners of his mouth kept pulling a wicked smile, and when he helped Zhang Xin set the plate, he also squeezed Zhang Xin's eyes by the way.

Zhang Yi watched Hu San meticulously put the bowls, chopsticks, and plates in front of Zhang Yi, and instructed: "The third child, bring Ashin's futon over in a while, and Ashin will be on duty with me at night." ”

Hu San answered "No", and then took Zhang Xizi out of the tent with his head down.

Zhang Yi saw Hu San and Zhang Xizi come out of the tent, picked up quickly, knocked down the bowl and ordered: "Eat!" With that, he picked up the bowl and ate it sweetly.

Zhang Xin looked at the dinner first, and what caught his eye was a large bowl of red sorghum rice, and a small plate of pickles that he couldn't tell what kind of pickled vegetables he was. also picked up the bowl like his brother, but Zhang Xinyi, who choked on the first bite of sorghum rice, frowned, and the thick and astringent sorghum rice was so throated that he couldn't swallow it.

Zhang Xin secretly glanced at Zhang Yi, who was still gulping down the rice without any discomfort. Zhang Xin sighed, chewed the poor sorghum rice hard, and swallowed it slowly in small bites.

This meal was eaten quite strangely, the two of them ate one very fast, and the other very slowly. Zhang Yi finished eating a big bowl of sorghum rice early, put the bowl on the table and watched with a smile as Zhang Xin took small sips of sorghum rice, and saw that Zhang Xin was choked by sorghum rice and got up to get him a bag of water.

When Zhang Xin was halfway through eating, Hu San pushed the door in with a futon and walked behind the screen without squinting to make Zhang Xin's bed, and when Zhang Xin finished eating a big bowl of sorghum rice, Hu San had already made Zhang Xin's quilt neat and stood in front of Zhang Yi's case.

"Third child, go and rest, let Ashin accompany me tonight."

Hu San arched his hand, and when he was about to lean out, Zhang Yi stopped him again.

"The third child," Zhang Yi said a little hesitantly this time, "Go back and try to take care of the emotions of the brothers." Speaking of this, Zhang Yi paused, as if there was something unspeakable, and after thinking about it, he said: "There may be a big war tomorrow." After thinking about it, he added: "Fierce battle." ”

Hu Laosan heard the word "vicious battle", but his face did not change in the slightest, as if he would not go to the vicious war tomorrow but go out of the city for an outing. bowed his head and whispered a "promise", and then opened the door and left the tent without hesitation.

After Zhang Yi saw Hu San leave, he beckoned to Zhang Xin, "Ashin, come here." ”

Zhang Xin got up and walked to Zhang Yi to stand still, Zhang Yi first doted on the rice grains on Zhang Xin's mouth, and then meticulously smoothed the yellow coat on Zhang Xin's body, and the waist knife that Zhang Xin had been wearing carefully straightened.

Seeing that Zhang Xin was dressed neatly, Zhang Yi smiled with satisfaction, then turned around and picked up the spears one by one from the weapon rack behind him to try his touch, and finally chose the most convenient one to stuff into Zhang Xin's hand, and led him to the door of the tent.

"Ashin, help my brother watch the door. Brother still has a little military affairs that haven't been completed, so if there is something, he will call him. ”

"Hmm." Zhang Xin nodded heavily.

Zhang Yi smiled and patted Zhang Xin's shoulder, and reflexively returned to the tent. Zhang Xin secretly turned his head to look at the tent, and under the dim light, a burly figure was lying in front of the desk writing something, but this not beautiful scenery suddenly pierced Zhang Xin's heart, and a taste of home suddenly spread in the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Xinli clenched the hard spear shaft in his hand, stared firmly into the distance, and slowly breathed according to the breath of the eight poles. Make up your mind to make yourself stronger, so that you can protect your brother.