Towards evening, the clearing of the battlefield came to an end.

Zhan Mijiang's long-suppressed mood was released today, and it seemed that a thousand feelings of pride emerged from his heart.

This was the first time that the two armies had fought, and Ye Guo had won so heartily.

In the past, the way of using soldiers, which was a little jerky, is particularly clear today, he was born to be a general, how to use soldiers, how to fight, he is confident.

Some time ago, the restraint suddenly turned into a hand-to-hand capture, where is the main general of Yi Guo who is his opponent?

After winning such a big battle, he went to the barracks to drink and eat meat with his brothers as before, and drank a hundred glasses at night.

There was a lot of noise around him, and he was extremely proficient in such an environment, like a fish in water.

By the time I finished eating and drinking, it was already the willow tops of the moon.

Tonight's moonlight was exceptionally bright, and when it shrouded the barracks, the barracks showed a bit of disproportionate elegance.

Zhan Mijiang's eyes were bright, and he was calculating how to use the troops tomorrow, and then pushed open his door.

The moonlight shone in through the window, and the people in the room were still asleep.

Seeing the door open, she put down her hanging heart.

"Lord Wang......" was like a fairy under the moon, she walked over with a slight anger: "Why do you drink so much wine?" ”

Zhan Mijiang was stunned, and then realized that she was still waiting for herself.

Obviously, before going to the battlefield, she still wanted to come back to accompany her after the battle, but she has not had a good appetite recently, and she will only eat more when he is with her.

But somehow, after the battle, he actually ...... Forget it all.

It seems that he is still the same as a year ago, he is still the general who gallops on the battlefield, he has killed countless enemies, and he is a famous god of war in the world.

He didn't have a wife, he didn't know any concubines, he had a favorite person, named ......

Zhan Mijiang was stunned, and then smiled helplessly.

What's wrong with him lately, how can he remember the original owner at every turn?

Maybe it's because I've been killing too many people lately, and I always recall the past of the king in my dreams.

Zhan Mijiang thought so and hugged her into his arms.

"Did you have a good meal for the evening?"

The little fairy in his arms frowned, and pushed him away with a little disgust: "You have the smell of blood on your body." ”

She couldn't smell the smell of blood, so incense was burning in the room all the time, and every time he went off the battlefield, he would carefully wash the blood stains on his body, change into smoked clothes, and wait until there was no smell of blood on his body before coming in.

But today, after he got off the battlefield, he went to drink and eat meat with his brothers, although he still remembered to take a bath and change clothes, but the smell of blood that penetrated into his bones began to faintly emanate again.

After being pushed away, Zhan Mijiang's body stiffened.

The little fairy didn't see his stiffness, and only continued to say with coquettishness: "What's wrong with you today, I haven't smelled blood on you before." ”

He felt sorry for her, he felt that she was suffering when she ate less on weekdays, how could he ...... today

"The blood on my body is all the blood of the enemy, do you think it smells bad?" Zhan Mijiang's eyes were cold, and there was a faint trace of impatience in his eyes when he looked at her: "If it weren't for these unpleasant blood, this karmic country would have perished a long time ago!" ”

The little fairy was suddenly reprimanded and looked at him at a loss.

Of course she didn't really dislike him, compared to those who thought he was bloodthirsty and ruthless, she knew very well in her heart that if it weren't for the war general in front of her, where would those who scolded him behind his back still have the life to live well, and they could still curse the patron saint of their country?