In Jiuyuan City, in the camp of the cavalry, the light of candles also emitted from the big tent, and through the rough tarpaulin, it turned into a faint light, shaking, as if it could be extinguished at any time. Outside the tent, two soldiers stood guard at the tent door, their bodies straight, their eyes not squinting, but their ears were pricked up, listening to the insects and the wind in such a quiet night, looking for the slightest sound that might be strange.

They can't hear, so there is no problem, as Gao Shun's own trained soldiers, they have only one task, which is to defend the commander of the army. There are still forty-eight such soldiers in the army, and some of them are now on the road to the tent, some are standing by the tent like these two soldiers, and some are hidden in the corners, where they are easily undetected.

Since the repeated assassinations of players, the alert level in the army has been raised a lot, that is, Ding Yuan and important civil and military officials at all levels such as Bingzhou have been sent to guard them. Among them, the most important and indispensable officials are surrounded by elite guards trained by Gao Shun himself.

Seeing the six roads and listening to the eight directions, it is these pro-soldiers who are described. Even if they are in Jiuyuan City, with the first protection of the city gate, and in the garrison, they have the double protection of the garrison soldiers, and they seem to be very safe, but they dare not have any slack. The fatigue seemed to disappear from them, and they could concentrate on guarding during the time they were on duty, without feeling tired or distracted from other places.

In the tent, Lu Bu sat on a small couch, and on the desk in front of him was a map outlining the veins of mountains and rivers, as well as the locations of various towns. On this map, not only the whole territory is plotted, but also the Xianbei grassland is drawn, although the tribes on the grassland will migrate as needed, but generally will not go beyond the range of the grassland rivers and lakes, it can be said that the location of the rivers and lakes of the grassland can be found according to the map Suoji to find the tribes upstream and downstream.

This map was drawn by countless Xianbei soldiers with their lives and blood. And later, with the continuous replenishment of the army that invaded the grassland, this map became more and more full, and it also became a necessary thing that the Bingzhou cavalry must carry and equip every time they enter the Xianbei grassland.

Not only did he need to use this map to find those tribes in the grassland, but Lu Bu also had to continue to compare this map and modify the places that needed to be modified in every grassland invasion. Because of the vicissitudes of life, no one knows if the terrain will suddenly change one day, and this small change may turn into a disaster, and the taboo of soldiers is nothing more than that.

Gently stroking the map, Lu Bu fell into deep thought, and the candlelight in the tent flickered, causing his face to become cloudy. Illusion? Probably yes, no one here would think that a small map, or any difficulty, would make Lu Bu, who was a force of 10,000 people, show such a look.

After looking at it for a while, Lu Bu re-rolled up the map and placed it on the side of the desk. Although the battle situation is changing rapidly, it is predictable how much a map can change the battle situation. Especially this one, which looks very clean, but in fact it is a map drawn with the blood and sweat of countless people. The importance of this is self-evident.

He stood up, the blades of his armor rubbing against each other with a crisp sound. In a battle, many generals sleep at night, they wear armor and sleep, no matter how uncomfortable it is to sleep, no matter how bad it is, no matter how bad it is, it has always been the same.

The Bingzhou cavalry has had countless camping experiences, and because of this, they better understand how important time is when the two armies are facing each other. Maybe when you are stolen by others, a time to wear armor is enough to decide life and death, and you can decide the outcome of the battle. It's just a few minutes, and it doesn't make a difference whether you have it in peacetime or not, but on the battlefield, it determines everything, and you can accomplish many things, and even turn the tide around!

Because he didn't plan to rest yet, Lu Bu still had a sword hanging low from his waist, and the halberd was placed in the corner of the handsome tent, saying that it was a corner, but in fact, it was a place that could be touched in two or three steps. Perhaps all this seems ridiculous in the eyes of others, and it is a bit surprising to be so defensive in a city that is controlled and belongs to one's own.

But who can be sure that nothing unexpected will happen? Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case, 10,000 preparations, just for the possible one. But you can't give up the preparation of 10,000 just because it didn't appear, and no one knows when or what it will appear.

Lu Bu walked towards the outside of the tent, picked up the tarpaulin, and walked out of the tent. When they looked up, they saw a full moon, hanging in the sky, and the moonlight was like water, shining very brightly in their camp. This, combined with the burning torches in the camp, made this temporary camp seem like daylight, with few dark corners remaining.

Lu Bu hasn't seen such a moon for a long time, maybe it should be said that he hasn't looked up for a long time, and in the sweat and fighting day after day, he doesn't have any leisure time. It was only now that he suddenly realized that it was already late autumn, and he could clearly feel the invasion of the cold.

"General Lu." Two voices rang out at the same time, and the guard just arched his hand and continued to stand in place, like statues.

"Yes." Lu Bu waved his hand, signaling that he had heard. Immediately, he raised his head and lowered it again, and the exclamation of that moment was no longer visible, as if it had never appeared. How can there be that idle time to sigh? Such a moonlit night, such an autumn night, in the past, was also a blood-colored night, such a moonlight, where is the scenery? In such a cold autumn, the cold is not the wind, but the murderous aura like a knife, the cold that penetrates into the bone marrow, and the grief of losing a loved one.

Perhaps, their existence is to guard that when many people look up, they can watch this full moon with appreciation and pleasure?

Lu Bu smiled lightly, turned around, and asked, "General Wenyuan hasn't come yet, has he?" ”

"Report to the General, yes. General Wen Yuan is still patrolling the camp. ”

"Oh." Lu Bu replied lightly, his hands behind his back, not knowing what he was thinking, and he was silent.

(End of chapter)