In the morning, the sun slowly rises.

A ray of golden light broke through the silence and darkness of the room, casting a narrow ribbon of light.

The cold wind after the rain in the north opened the curtain hanging on the camp gate from a small crack that was specially set aside for ventilation, and swept away the heat in the camp tent.

Zhang He was lying on the low marching bed, he opened his eyes, looked at the light shining in, and had not yet woken up from a night of sleep.

Last night, a low-key dinner was held in the army, which was regarded as welcoming him and allowing him to get out of an embarrassing situation.

quickly get acquainted with Zhao Yun and others and break the barrier.

Although the grandson left, she left Liu Hui to accompany her, and after a while, she also sent two carts of slaughtered and roasted pigs and sheep, and a few jars of good cheese.

It can be regarded as a full face to show attention.

After a few drinks, he went back to the camp and slept very unsteadily.

I dreamed a lot and woke up many times.

He dreamed that he was fighting with the Yellow Turban Thief, and he had just cut off a man's head and added a stroke to the merit book, but he was stabbed in the back again.

He looked back, but it was his own personal general who had died in battle.

They were asking why they didn't take them home.

He opened his mouth to explain, but he didn't know where to start.

One of them, who had been with him for a long time, had a huge crack in his waist and abdomen.

The young man who was killed by Zhao Yun's quick knife held a handful of organs in his hand, begging, and said something with his mouth open and closed.

He was about to explain, but all the people in front of him were gone.

Since then, I have had several dreams of fighting on various battlefields, sometimes victorious, sometimes defeated.

Sometimes it's a nightmare, sometimes it's a pleasure.

He stood in the old mansion between the rivers.

The wife at home twisted the soft flesh on his waist with the tip of her fingernails, and asked him why he hadn't come back yet.

Then he stepped forward, grabbed his wife's thin waist, and buried his head in her soft chest.

In the courtyard outside the window, there was the sound of young son Zhang Xiong playing and playing.

After babbling nonsense all night, Zhang He felt that his mouth was a little dry.

Outside the tent, there was a rhythmic sound of horns, not as desolate and distant as the horns of Hudi, but more rhythmic and more exciting.

With the sound of the trumpet, the tent that had just been silent seemed to come to life.

Outside the tent came the sound of kicking footsteps, and the sound of sergeants getting up and washing.

The confusion caused by those dreams and dreams suddenly disappeared from his mind because of this morning horn, and Zhang He turned over and sat up violently.

He rubbed his numb hands and changed into a new uniform for the weapon rack.

He has always been adaptable, and when he took off Han Fu's military uniform, he changed into Yuan Shaojun's military uniform.

At this time, he put on the Lulong uniform again, and he was not particularly uncomfortable.

It's just that such a compact soap-colored dress is very different from what I usually wear.

Ma Li was dressed well, climbed into some thick leather boots, and Zhang He pulled his pants.

Compared to the loose pleats of the pants, it is slightly tighter, which makes people uncomfortable.

He walked around the tent twice and found the thick-soled boots incredibly comfortable.

After getting used to it, such a compact uniform can also feel convenient.

Although the costume is dark, under the light, the dark lines of strange beasts are faintly visible.

In addition to being neat, it is worn by a person like Zhao Yun who is tall and has an ape-armed wolf's waist, and he is even more heroic.

Such robes, from the inside out, are actually equipped by the whole army.

Officers are also only different in the color of the belt and the style of the matching crown.

Zhang He thought about it, and there was a thoughtful look on his face.

He has been in the army for a long time, and his brain is good, and as soon as he calculates the cost of doing so, he feels that his scalp is numb for a while.

He shifted his gaze to the nearby weapon rack again.

On the shelf hung a brand-new set of armor, a spear of Zhang He's own, and a new type of black long knife hanging next to it.

Yesterday, he received a new military badge and received these things.

Contemporary forged swords are all stacked.

The fine iron is heated, and the craftsman picks up the sledgehammer and forges it into strips, and then folds it in half and beats it again.

In this way, beautiful lines will be formed on the knife body.

Every line is a refinement.

With each forging session, the lines on the blade are doubled and become more refined and sharp.

During the time of Emperor Ling, the elite weapons of the Northern Army were all thirty refining products that were stacked more than five times.

Locally, the iron pipe arsenal also has thirty refining long knives as the exclusive use of generals.

But the one in front of you......

Zhang He gently pulled out the knife by half an inch, and the magnificent fisheye pattern on it immediately bloomed into a cold color.

The blade is blue, and the light flows on the gorgeous lines.

Obviously, not only is it the best material, but it also uses an excellent quenching process.

The long knife refined by such a master craftsman, although the knife shape is not the ring head knife they are familiar with, but only in terms of craftsmanship, it is in the Yuan family, and it is also a good thing for the generals to break their heads.

But here, it is a standard weapon that has been issued to the level of Dub.

With an incomparable sense of absurdity, Zhang He put the knife back into the sheath.

In the corner of the tent, I picked up the grass-green straw pot that was placed there, and there were toothbrushes, towels, and so on.

According to Liu Hui, the logistics in the army are all in the hands of Yan Niangzi.

Lifting the basin, Zhang He watched the light thing all the way, and opened the curtain and walked out.

What the original Lingzhi County barracks looked like, Zhang He didn't know.

But when he was in the prisoner camp, he stood by the door and watched at his leisure.

The camp where the sewage flowed was originally very fast and professionally planned as three parts that were at the corner of each other.

Rebuild defensive positions, dig ditches for drainage, immediately form camps for wounded soldiers, and so on.

Although the time was rushed, he was very organized, meticulous in every way, and never neglected the details because of victory.

Zhang He was good at the terrain of the battle, set up camp, saw the doorway, and put aside the life-and-death fighting on the battlefield, he admired Zhao Yun's rigorous style very much.

Behold...... In the end, it was not Zhao Yun who descended, but Yan Niangzi, who descended the Gongsun clan.

Zhang He smiled bitterly and said in his heart, it's okay.

Just thinking about it, he came to the area dedicated to washing, which was the general's tent area, and there was no need to queue up.

As soon as I tentatively stuffed this thing called a toothbrush into my mouth, and rinsed my mouth full of sweet foam, I was slapped the back.

hit him so hard that a loud voice sounded in his ears, and he didn't have to look back to know who it was.

"Zhang Junyi, early wow!"

Zhang Fei put a towel on his shoulders and smiled with a mouthful of big white teeth.

The corner of Zhang He's mouth twitched, arched his hand at him, didn't speak, and took the toothbrush to pound it into his mouth.

He couldn't tell if this big black man was unintentional or intentional, and every time he greeted him, he stumbled.

Zhang He heard about this person's combat power from the surviving subordinates in front of Gongsun's house.

He didn't know why Liaoxi, where this bird didn't, why a Zhao Yun would emerge first, and then a Zhang Fei would appear.

He was respectful of the man in front of him.

"Alas! Don't do this! Zhang Fei stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhang He, who was holding a toothbrush, and sandwiched it under the crunch nest, "In two days, you and I will go on a journey together, so we should be close and close." ”

Zhang He sniffed the smell of sweat from his sleep all night, and only felt that he had really suffered retribution.