As the day was getting dark, the army slowly stopped, and there were no military villages, only tents one after another, and a bonfire burned in the tents, rendering the land as if it were the reflection of the stars.

And Zhu Qizhen really didn't have the consciousness of being a prisoner, carrying his hands on his back, and he was stumbling around the tent quite easily. Ha Ming, who was already a Mongolian general, was familiar with a bonfire, on which was a crude shelf made of firewood, and an iron pot was placed, and the water in the pot had begun to rise, and the large pieces of mutton and mutton bones in this pot began to smell meaty.

And the surrounding tile spur soldiers are also holding the bonfire, roasting or cooking food, some even sing Mongolian tunes, desolate and distant tunes, with such a scene, if it weren't for the dozens of tile spur soldiers holding the hilt of their waists, vigilant and unkind eyes have been staring at themselves, it may make the senior donkey friend Zhu Qizhen feel like he has stepped on the prairie.

As for Yuan Bin, he was standing behind Zhu Qizhen, vigilantly looking at the surrounding tile spur soldiers, continuing to perform his duties as the guard of the Great Tomorrow. The inside and outside of the tent were filled with the stench of animal feces and the aroma of barbecued beef and mutton, which made Yuan Bin, who was not used to the life of a nomad, frown.

Zhu Qizhen, who saw the change in Yuan Bin's expression, thought that Yuan Bin was involved in the wound, and couldn't help but ask a few words with concern, and learned that it was because of this strange smell and some discomfort, Zhu Qizhen's expression couldn't help but be a little stranger.

To tell the truth, this smell is really nothing to Zhu Qizhen, who is used to smelling the gutter oil downstairs every night in the rented house all the year round, mixed with the strange aroma of burnt barbecue, as well as the ubiquitous and ubiquitous smell of car exhaust and decoration materials during the day, as well as the sandstorm that can make people lose their appetite for a few days, this smell is really nothing, and even makes Zhu Qizhen recall the second uncle's family in the countryside where he lived when he was a child. A strange and familiar sense of intimacy made Zhu Qizhen almost forget that he was in the enemy camp.

Am I too devoid of the Han nation's sense of honor and disgrace and the concept of right and wrong? Looking at the endless bonfire, listening to the interracial minor tunes and loud laughter that came from time to time, and smelling the thick aroma of mutton soup, Zhu Qizhen who was almost dripping out of his saliva asked himself.

"Your Majesty, don't go too far." At this time, Yuan Bin saw Zhu Qizhen walking straight in a daze, and the eyes of those tile spur soldiers were already focused on Zhu Qizhen's body, and he hurriedly pulled Zhu Qizhen, who was distracted.

"Oh, okay." Zhu Qizhen, who finally came back to his senses, touched his nose a little embarrassed, and gently persuaded Yuan Bin: "Actually, you don't have to be so nervous, your body is not well yet, you should rest in the tent at this time." ”

"Your Majesty, serving the Son of Heaven is the duty and duty of Wei Chen, and now that we are in the enemy camp, we cannot ignore it."

Seeing Yuan Bin's expression that was not willing to compromise at all, Zhu Qizhen could only wave his hand in vain, and continued to walk outside the tent as a pre-meal exercise, as a senior gourmet, Zhu Qizhen knew that mutton was the most satisfying, so it was best to move his body as much as possible before the meal, and he could not eat very full, at most seven or eight points, so that the mutton could have room to expand in the stomach, and the other was to do a moderate amount of exercise before and after the meal, so as not to swell the stomach.

Look, this is a self-conscious traveler who has no invincible view of right and wrong and the captured Son of Heaven, if Yuan Bin can understand that His Majesty he is guarding has such absurd thoughts and thoughts in his head, I don't know if he will directly vomit three liters of blood, and pull a straw rope directly but die.

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But fortunately, a certain captured king, who was waiting for dinner and other places to be idle, finally remembered to get down to business. "By the way, how many people are there in the camp, the prisoners?"

"I'm afraid there are four or five thousand. Those who were seriously injured were either abandoned or ......" Yuan Bin's voice was a little gloomy, and when he heard this, Zhu Qizhen's heart was also uncomfortable. "All of this is my fault...... "I have become Ming Yingzong, naturally, this black cauldron can only be carried by myself, but when he admitted it in front of others, Zhu Qizhen still felt a little strange in his heart. Your sister, what is this, do you talk to yourself about righteousness?

"Your Majesty, don't say that, the defeat of Tumubao is really Wang Zhenzhi's fault." Yuan Bin was afraid that Zhu Qizhen wouldn't be able to think about it, so he hurriedly explained for Zhu Qizhen.

Hearing this, Zhu Qizhen, who originally had some guilt, also felt that it was very reasonable, and he bowed his head again and again, and he had a posture of hatred for the enemy. Yes, if it weren't for this guy with no eggs and no birds, Lao Tzu might still be hugging left and right in the Beijing Division, eating fragrant and drinking spicy, and engaging in the Great Leap Forward of the Ming Dynasty to fulfill the responsibility of crossing people, and by the way, he would have planted cloth or something.

Just when Zhu Qizhen was thinking wildly, he saw a group of people and horses coming not far away, the leader was a Mongolian nobleman in a brocade robe, wrapped in iron armor, or a general, close to the front, Le Ma was a few steps in front of Zhu Qizhen, dangling the horse whip in his hand, looking Zhu Qizhen up and down very rudely.

Yuan Bin had already stopped in front of Zhu Qizhen, staring at the group of knights with a weak expression.

The gloomy Mongolian nobleman smiled coldly and asked lazily in stiff Chinese, "You are the emperor of the Nanren." Although his accent was not accurate, the people present still understood his question.

The Nanren were the contemptuous name for the Han people during the Yuan Dynasty in the past, and the fourth class of the four classes divided by the Yuan Dynasty. The Han Chinese under the rule of the Song Dynasty and the local ethnic minorities generally refer to the people of the Southern Song Dynasty south of the Huai River. In the Yuan Dynasty, they had the lowest status and were the most oppressed and discriminated against. Hearing this insulting title, the cavalry who came with him couldn't help but laugh wildly.

And everyone under Zhu Qizhen looked at him angrily, although Ha Ming was a Mongolian, but two generations lived in Beijing, the world was a general officer, and the natural literature and classics were often read and read, and they could be regarded as heirlooms of poetry and books, and they had long regarded themselves as Ming people.

Yuan Bin's face was as black as iron, his hands were clenched, his eyes almost wanted to breathe fire, if it weren't for the fact that there was no one around the Son of Heaven, he would have killed this fang on the spot!

"Which wild dog, barking really ugly." A lazy and quiet and peaceful voice spit out from the mouth of Zhu Qizhen, who had been silent......

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ps: Well, the last book taught me a heavy lesson, it's better to write honestly and be a low-key person......