The afterglow is scattered, and the twilight is four.

In the horse farm behind the main house of the Lonely Bamboo Manor, a blazing brazier is placed every few steps.

The soldiers of the White Horse Righteous Servants and the simple reorganization of the Lingzhi are all gathered here.

A steady stream of cannon meat and sticks were lifted out of the kitchen, and on the bonfire set up in the middle, two fixed whole sheep were pierced with large wooden sticks the thickness of the wrist, and a servant was sweating and roasting.

This banquet did not adopt a very formal format, but was so rough that Zhou Xing was worried.

Compared with the white horse righteous soldiers who ate refined salt noodles all the way and often opened meat and beat tooth sacrifices, the 200 parts of the reorganized branch were much more greedy and unbearable.

On weekdays, they eat nothing more than wheat crumbs, beans, dried mulberries and the like, which are simply boiled into a pot, and there is no salt to taste them during non-war times.

At this time, eating such delicate meat, the resentment of leaving home has completely disappeared.

Now although the two teams are under the command of Zhao Yun at the same time, the two teams do not get along well, and there seems to be a wide gap between them.

The soldiers of the White Horse Righteous Servants all wore uniformly distributed standard coats and labor protection shoes.

For many days, I have been accustomed to the health regulations of the army, and my clothes and armor are neat and tidy, and I am much more energetic than the family tribe called Hanako.

And the family trilogy, there are all kinds of clothes on the body, even if they have taken a bath, but their hair is unkempt, and they still look ragged in civilian clothes.

The morale and temperament of the two are very different.

After the first battle of Yangqiuli, the victorious Baima Yicong has completely shaken off the shadow of Yijing's defeat, and his morale is high.

The family trilogy is a bit timid in comparison.

Bai Ma Yi came from the side, laughing and feasting, playing games such as pot throwing games.

On the part of the song, he quietly tried to stuff meat into his stomach, and no one spoke loudly.

Tian Kai sat on a high place, and he could easily observe the difference.

At first, he frowned slightly, such a distinction was not conducive to the integration of the team.

But then he figured out Zhao Yun's intention of being so indifferent.

These tribals are surnamed Gongsun, but not the Gongsun of Gongsun Yan.

It is also necessary to suppress and co-opt, suppress and co-opt, repeat several times, and use both grace and power, so that they can remember that at this time, who is eating the food they are eating, and who they should work for.

Tian Kai, who figured it out a little, looked for Zhao Yun's traces everywhere and wanted to praise him.

Only then did he realize that not only Zhao Yun was gone, but even Xia Houlan was gone.

Just as he was about to look for it, he saw the steward Zhou Xing looking for him with some worry on his face.

"Tian Gong, do you really need to prepare some more wine?"

He knew that the army was full of big-bellied men who were good at wine and meat, and he had mobilized a large amount of wine and livestock a few days earlier.

However, he was told by Zhao Duwei that only a few altars could be distributed, so that each person was only enough to touch their lips.

Does such a banquet cause dissatisfaction?

"It's okay, just listen to Zilong!" Tian Kai naturally knew that with Zhao Yun's cautious style, he would never let the army get drunk and lose its combat effectiveness when the foundation was not stable.

Although Tian Kai felt that those stinky fish and rotten shrimp couldn't make any big waves, but since he had handed over everything in the army, he would not question Zhao Yun's style of leading the troops.

"By the way, where can you see Zilong?" Tian Kai asked casually, and saw Zhou Xing's delicate expression.

"In the ......" left from the banquet and was in the courtyard of the little lady.

It was Zhou Xing, the chief steward, who was ordered to call people.

Zhou Xing showed a little hesitation on his face, and struggled for a while before he attached it to Tian Kai's ear and said softly: "The little lady is still in the filial piety period, this is ......"

His worries were vetoed by Tian Kai: "Peace of mind, Zilong is a very polite person, he knows the measure, he can trust him, don't worry!" ”

Zhou Xing and Zhao Yun are only one-sided, and they are not particularly familiar with each other, and they will be suspicious of Tian Kai's guarantee, wondering whether they should secretly find some doctors, and secretly make preparations.

In a short period of time, the steward Zhou Xing had already thought of a very long-term future.

"Tian Gong!" The person who came was still dressed in dust, and he still had broken branches and fallen leaves on his shoulders, it was Zhang Ze.

"Captain Zhao, please go over with Steward Zhou. Bring a map of the estate. ”

Tian Kai's expression was solemn, he had told Zhao Yun that he should clean up the hidden dangers as soon as possible, but he didn't expect Zhao Yun to act so quickly that he didn't even wait for the night.

Tian Kai took Zhang Ze and walked back to the main house quickly, and at the request of Gongsun Yan, he emptied the mezzanine room on the right side of the front hall of the main house, and temporarily placed some desk candlesticks as a place for deliberations.

Zhang Ze stood at the door, Tian Kai stepped into the mezzanine, and saw Zhao Yun, Xia Houlan and others sitting in the middle, and there was also a Bai Ma Yicong soldier with an unfamiliar face sitting in the last seat, and even Wang Wu, who had just recovered from a serious injury, was also present.

Seeing Tian Kai come in, everyone wanted to attend the salute, but was stopped by Tian Kai with his hand raised.

Declined Zhao Yun's kindness to invite him to sit down, Tian Kai sat down directly on Zhao Yun's right.

"What happened to Zilong?"

Zhao Yun gestured to the soldier at the end of the seat.

The soldier immediately left the table and bowed his hand: "Yutian Gong, when the lady entered the manor today, the sentry found that there were people in the forest snooping, and they did not make a noise. ”

"After reporting to Zhao Duwei, Zhao Duwei ordered us to secretly observe and track."

When the soldier said this, Zhou Xing happened to come in with a map of the manor, and he was shocked when he heard this.

Zhou Xing took the map, and Zhao Yun and others unfolded the map on the long table to look around.

The soldier who had just reported it carefully made a look at the picture.

They are all scouts selected from the army, and they may not be literate, but they have no problem reading maps.

After a careful look by the candlelight, he was sure that he had put a little on the map made of sheepskin.

"Those two snoopers are back here and camp! In addition, there are many people who go in and out of the series, and they are afraid that they are planning adverse things. ”

"We found the lone and scratched a tongue."

"I came back with my tongue and my horse to report it, and two of my brethren were watching in the same place."

"Well done!" Zhao Yun said in a deep voice of encouragement, "Bring him here!" ”

The soldier immediately pulled out a middle-aged man covered in wounds from the dark corner of the room.

This middle-aged man has a blue nose and swollen face, and he doesn't know whose stinky socks he gagged.

These white horses are all wearing labor protection shoes, and the smell of socks can be imagined.

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes as he rolled his eyes as he was tied hand and foot with leather ropes.

The soldier took the crumpled sock from his mouth, shook his saliva in disgust, and then took off his shoes and put them on.

The middle-aged man immediately seemed to come back to life, gasping for breath, and then opening his mouth to vomit.

Zhao Yun frowned slightly, not wanting to waste time, so he looked at him coldly and said, "If he vomits, let him eat it!" ”

The white horse who tied up the person was a soldier, put on his shoes with one foot, and said yes with his fists.

The middle-aged man with a blue nose and swollen face hurriedly swallowed a few more mouthfuls of saliva, forcibly suppressing the surging nausea.

"Do you want to die or want to live? Go ahead! ”

Xia Houlan grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him to the candlelight.

It was only at this time that the middle-aged man saw a familiar face in this pile of unfamiliar faces, which was the steward Zhou Xing.

"I say! I say! ”

The middle-aged man lowered his head and sobbed lowly, tears squeezing out of the corners of his eyes.