In the camp outside Fenghu Terrace.

Hong Chenglei shrank in the tent and wrapped the thick mink fur on his body tightly and wrapped it tightly.

"Damn, what the hell is this place, it's so cold!" He sniffled.

Outside the tent stood his attendant, and said, "I heard that in a few months there will not even be a large camp here, and the wind will blow everything away." ”

Hong Chenglei scolded, "Did that guy come back?" "I went out with the troops early in the morning, and I haven't come back yet, and I don't know if he's dead or alive, so I won't leave him here alone, and there is not even lunch in the camp.

Just then, an adjutant came in from outside, "The regent has returned to the camp with his troops!" ”

Hong Chenglei was stunned, "Is it a victory or a defeat?" ”

King Kang Le was detained in the city by the Fenghutai garrison, and it was impossible to rescue him at once even if it was cold and cold.

Besides, Fenghutai is extremely high, located in a halfway mountainside, and the wind is strong under the mountain, even if you shoot arrows into the city, you will lose your head.

"It doesn't seem like you're getting any favors." The lieutenant general shivered coldly, "But the camp has started to make food, and there is not even a lunch on such a cold day...... Is this trying to kill someone? ”

Listening to the other party's whining, the corners of Hong Chenglei's mouth couldn't help but curl.

No matter how strong the wind and twilight cold are, it is nothing more than that, and the soldiers under him will not have enough to eat, so they will naturally be in chaos.

"General Xiahou, it's windy outside, you can take shelter in my tent first." Hong Chenglei pretended to be concerned.

Xiahou Che smiled flatteringly, "Thank you, Lord Hong." He shrunk down in front of the only charcoal basin in the tent, and carefully roasted his hands. Finally, the horn of the meal sounded in the camp.

The attendant carried the gruel into the tent, and Hong Chenglei was furious when he saw it, "What is this?" ”

The attendant said with a bitter face: "The soldiers who have not left the camp today will eat this ......."

"Get out!" Hong Chenglei kicked the rice bowl to the ground with a kick, "Master doesn't eat this!" "Is this a way to beg for food? I only ate one meal a day in the camp, and it was still gruel, and I couldn't even see a meat star.

Before he came, he was still a little afraid of the wind and twilight, but now, the resentment in his heart was accumulating more and more, and he longed to leave this ghost place immediately and return to the warm governor's mansion.

When he was at home, he ate exquisite meals every day, and there were various snacks and fruits after each meal.

But here, there's only gruel! Gruel...... Or gruel!

Suddenly, a smell came from outside the tent.

"What does it smell like?" Hong Chenglei's eyes widened all of a sudden.

Xiahou Che was holding his bowl of porridge and drinking it in small sips, without raising his head, and said, "The camp is stuffy with rice, and a few seriously injured war horses have been killed. ”

Is this the aroma of horse meat?

Hong Chenglei's saliva flowed out all of a sudden.

Since he arrived at Fenghutai, he hasn't eaten a good meal, this guy is simply harsh to death, he can eat and live with the soldiers, even if he marches all night, he doesn't even blink his eyelids.

But Hong Chenglei couldn't stand it and dozed off on the horse.

At this time, the wind and twilight would wake him up, and in front of all the soldiers, the cold tone with ruthless sarcasm made him feel cold all over his body.

"Vice General Hong still thinks that this is the deep mansion compound in your mansion, and he sleeps so sweetly?"

Because of the wind and twilight, those soldiers had no sense of respect at all when they saw him, and they all looked at him with slanted eyes, and every time he turned around, he seemed to be able to hear a low laugh from behind.

"Go, get me some meat!" Hong Chenglei angrily ordered the attendants.

The attendant went with a look of embarrassment, but after a short time returned empty-handed, "The kitchen said that the Lord will have an order, and this meat is for the soldiers who will go out with him in the evening, so that they may have enough to eat and have the strength to fight." ”

"Mother's ......" Hong Chenglei scolded, "Master, when will I even eat a piece of meat to be so aggrieved!" ”

Seeing this, Xiahou Che persuaded in a low voice: "Lord Hong, don't make a noise, be careful to let people outside hear it." ”

"What do you hear? He still dares to kill me? Hong Chenglei pulled his throat, looking at the porridge scattered everywhere on the ground, but his stomach screamed again.

He waved his hand and sent his attendant away: "You go...... Bring some more rice to the master. ”

The attendant ran out aggrievedly, but soon came back dejectedly, saying, "Master, there is no food...... The kitchen has already divided all the meals......"

Hong Chenglei glared, "Even the rice is gone?" ”

The squire nodded.

The corners of Hong Chenglei's mouth twitched a few times, and he wanted to kick the attendant out, "Then go and come back with a bowl of porridge!" ”

The attendant looked at the rice bowl on the ground and wanted to pick it up, but he was afraid of angering Hong Chenglei, so he had to go to the kitchen of the camp again.

But when he entered the kitchen of the camp, the pots were empty.

Even the porridge is gone.

Hong Chenglei kept scolding in the camp, and the attendants stood outside with their shoulders bent, wanting to cry without tears.

Xiahou Che quickly drank all the remaining gruel in the bowl into his stomach, Hong Chenglei watched it on the side, and couldn't stop swallowing, "It's so slow to let him serve a meal!" He kicked the table over in anger.

The attendant heard the sound of noise in the camp, and trembled with fright, in fact, he was still aggrieved in his heart, he patronized and served Hong Chenglei, and even he didn't drink a mouthful of rice soup.

He hadn't eaten since the morning, Hong Chenglei only felt that his appetite had shrunk with hunger, when had he suffered this sin.

Even if he knew that the environment in the north was harsh, but he had not experienced it himself, he still couldn't imagine that even eating here had become a problem.

"Do you want to take the troops out at night?" Hong Chenglei smelled the faint smell of meat outside the tent, and his whole body was uncomfortable to death, so he had to lie down with his clothes.

Xiahou Che drank up his share of porridge, and shrank down by the charcoal basin to roast the fire as if satisfied, "Because the wind is strong during the day, and the troops we bring are insufficient, we can only outwit them, I heard that they plan to take advantage of the night to bypass the mountain behind the city at night, and our side is responsible for attracting the attention of the defenders in Fenghutai." ”

Hong Chenglei's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he said to the attendant: "You go and inquire and see how they are arranged." ”

Since Feng Duhan refused to let him feel comfortable, then he didn't need to be polite, anyway, he was just a deputy general, even if something happened, after returning to Beijing, his father would have a way to put all the blame on Feng Duhan.

The attendant inquired clearly, and came back and said: "Indeed, as General Xiahou said, the troops will be raised at the third watch in the evening, and we will stay in the camp to be responsible for the feint, and the commander will lead people from behind the mountain to wait for the opportunity. ”

Hong Chenglei listened, and suddenly a hideous smile flashed across his face, and he looked at Xiahou Che who was squatting by the charcoal basin, "I don't know what General Xiahou thinks about this arrangement?" ”

Xiahou Che said vaguely: "Even if King Kang Le is rescued in the end, our lieutenant generals will not have a chance to get military merits." The implication is that he doesn't care if he wins or loses.

Hong Chenglei seemed to be extremely interested, "You say...... What happens to us if the manager loses? ”

"What else?" Xiahou Che glanced up at him, "Lord Hong is a deputy general, and we naturally have to listen to you without the boss." ”

Hong Chenglei was overjoyed in his heart, what he wanted to listen to was this sentence!

This time, he wants to make the wind and twilight cold go and never return.