General Zhao's temporary Chinese military tent is really simple, the brick walls on all sides have just been built, and the ash has not yet been hung, the stairs up are only half-repaired, and they will no longer go up in the position of Qi people, the walls and stairs are only half repaired, and the roof is naturally not, just to shelter from the wind and rain, a black and green tarpaulin is opened on the top, and the four sides are pressed with bricks.

The furnishings inside the house are okay, because they were all moved from General Zhao's real Chinese military tent. It's just that in this humble room with four walls, no matter how magnificent the furniture is, it is not magnificent.

Strange to say, the tent is made of tarpaulin on five sides, but only one side of this room is tarpaulin, and the other four sides are solid brick walls, which looks shabby. In this way, the eyes of the laity are more concerned about unity than quality, and the so-called horse manure skin is light, as long as it is tightly fitted, hairless and rough, it is probably eye-catching.

The Greedy Army plans to build seven towers on this section of the wall, one city tower, two watchtowers, and four arrow towers. The four-walled chamber where General Zhao was located was the largest, most solid, and most central tower, the first floor.

It was past the beginning of the unitary period, and two soldiers brought a hearty meal for General Zhao and his three guests.

said that the stomach is because this kind of food can indeed only meet the needs of the stomach, but can not satisfy the appetite, the two soldiers came in a total of two times, respectively brought in four bowls of millet porridge, a plate of steamed buns and two plates of pickles, the two plates of pickles are generally pitch black, Yang Huanfeng used chopsticks to tease and tease to see that these two dishes are not the same kind.

"Uncle Zhao, the little nephew has come all the way from Shizhou to bring you rescuers, and you will treat me for this?" As he spoke, he picked up a pitch-black tempeh, held it in front of him and shook it twice, and finally threw it into his mouth with great interest.

Not......

When the tempeh was entered, the expression on Yang Huanfeng's face froze, and his whole face immediately wrinkled, and he hurriedly spit the tempeh that he had just chewed in his mouth to the ground.

"Salty!" he glanced at Zhao Tuo with resentment in his eyes, reached out to reach the earthen bowl containing millet porridge, picked it up and poured it into his mouth-

Syllable!

The porridge bowl was taken off his hand, and he fell back on the table, and some porridge was squandered. Yang Huanfeng opened his mouth wide, his tongue was sticking out, and one hand kept fanning the wind inside.

"Uncle Zhao, you deliberately fix me!" the pain in his mouth eased a little, and Yang Huanfeng complained.

Zhao Tuo smiled, stretched out his hand and pointed to the steamed buns on the table and said, "Why don't you try this again?"

Hearing this, Yang Huanfeng stared at him suspiciously, and with one hand cowered, he reached for the plate in the center of the table, grabbing one of the small gray ones.

"This color is not right...... "The steamed buns on a plate are all of this color, and Yang Huanfeng didn't have to choose.

"You take a bite. Zhao Tuo raised his chin and squinted.

Yang Huanfeng didn't know what Zhao Tuo's idea was, what he knew was that there were only three things on this table, salty pickles and hot millet porridge, and he was so hungry that he panicked, this steamed bun was the only hope at the moment.

Thinking like this, the hand holding the steamed bun came closer to his mouth little by little, until the cold and hard touch reached his lips.

Yang Huanfeng opened his mouth and tried to bite it, because with the previous lesson, he just tasted it, but he already knew that this steamed bun could not be eaten.

"Uncle Zhao, don't lie to me with stones. Yang Huanfeng put down the steamed bun in his hand and complained.

Zhao Tuo smiled and took a steamed bun from the plate in the center of the table and stretched it into the porridge bowl in front of him.

The steamed buns are small, the porridge bowl is large, the millet porridge was originally only half filled, and now the steamed buns are not in the whole, and they have just reached the edge of the bowl and have just not overflowed.

After the steamed buns were soaked enough in the porridge, Zhao Tuo said: "This porridge is used to soak steamed buns, and pickles are used to accompany the porridge." As he spoke, he picked up a pinch of dried plum vegetables, mixed them into the porridge, and ate a mouthful of steamed buns and porridge.

When the other three saw it, they also took a steamed bun and pressed it into the porridge bowl in the same way, and waited quietly.

Zhao Tuo ate for a while, threw a small piece of steamed bread in his remaining hand into the remaining millet porridge with a thin bottom, cleaned his mouth with his tongue, and said-

"The steamed bread is cold, the steamed bread is hard, the millet porridge is thin, the millet porridge is hot, the pickles are salty, the steamed bread and the millet porridge have no taste. You say that everything is not complementary. ”

When he said this, he didn't say it to Yang Huanfeng, but stared at Cha Liuer earnestly, this analogy was really blunt, and Commander Cha was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak for a while.

"This is the reason why Uncle Zhao gave us chaff vegetables?" Yang Huanfeng didn't know whether to play a round or feel it, and asked sneeringly.

"That's not it," Zhao Tuo shook his head and smiled, "The reason for treating you to eat bran vegetables is because the righteous army only has bran vegetables to eat right now." ”

"Or tell my men to bring some wine and meat from the ship......," Charuel proposed, leaning forward.

"Huh——," Zhao Tuo waved his hand, "How can there be any reason to ask guests to bring their own wine and food." ”

"There's no reason to tell people to eat chaff. Yang Huanfeng didn't give face to General Zhao, who was both his chief and his elder, and laughed.

Zhao Tuo was speechless for a while when he heard this, he was not obsessed with and respected the elders and children, nor did he want to avoid the fact that there was a shortage of food and grass in the army, but in front of his allies, he didn't want to be so embarrassed.

Yang Huanfeng is good, the fleet commander who came from Renshizhou didn't say anything, and the window paper was pierced by one of his own.

"I'll go get it. ”

Yang Huanfeng ignored General Zhao's embarrassed face, pushed back the stool and stood up, and said.

Zhao Tuo stretched out his hand to pull him, but Cha Liu'er on the opposite side waved his hand, with a talkative smile on his face.

"General Zhao, when Brother Huanfeng talked to Juzi, he also said that the food and grass of the garrison at the end of the alley mountain, but I shipped the rations of hundreds of sailors and hundreds of soldiers here, which I transported from Yuhu, enough to last for a month. ”

When Zhao Tuo heard this, he had no choice but to put away his hand and sit back on the stool.

Without any obstruction, Yang Huanfeng was about to go out, but the door was first pushed open by a soldier with a panicked look-

"General Zhao, it's not good," he rushed to Zhao Tuo in three steps and two steps, ignoring the number of politeness, his hands supported his knees, and panting, "There is news from the main city, the black dragon is coming, the fire has been burning for three days, and there are heavy casualties......"

Black Dragon ......

Is it the one with black scales and white whiskers that rained down thunder and destroyed the two cities of White Crane and Dragon Bridge?

Cai Huan was the only one present who had seen the black dragon disaster with her own eyes, and she was outside the temple at that time, and the evil dragon only appeared in the clouds, and then disappeared into the clouds, and then fell into the sky and fire.

It's just that although the fire is fierce, fierce, and overwhelming, it is only burned in the Tiandao Temple of Longqiao, and the water cannot be extinguished, and the wind cannot be extinguished, but it is confined to the temple, and it will no longer burn when there is nothing to burn.

For three days and three nights, it can burn such a fierce fire for three days and three nights, probably the whole city will be turned into its food. Cai Huan couldn't imagine what kind of purgatory picture it was.

However, for people who have not seen the fierce appearance of the black dragon with their own eyes, these words really do not have much real feeling, and they are also "the fire burned for three days, and the casualties were heavy", if it was not "the black dragon attacking" in front, but "the army breaking the city" or "demon path refining array", they might not be so stunned.

"What about Master Hou, what's wrong with the Greedy Spirit Marquis?" Zhao Tuo asked with a solemn expression as he grabbed the soldier's shoulder.

The soldier's head couldn't be lowered, and he said, "Hou...... Hou Ye, he ...... The black dragon was attacked when Hou Ye led the three armies to take the oath......"