Back in the general's tent, the prisoner was covered with a layer of snow, and the embers in the tent were still burning, but the heat emitted was unsatisfactory, a little cold.

The merchant prisoner didn't care so much, he shook off the snow on his body, and walked quickly to the desk, he really longed for a letter to be placed on it, the source of the letter came from Liangcheng It's a pity, no, nothing.

"Haven't you delivered it yet?"

He sighed a little bit and sat back in his chair, which was cold, the table was cold, and even the tea was like ice.

The Kyushu League has a peerless command of the night, and is assisted by Tsing Yi Lou, so there is no need for the army to intervene...... It seems that there is nothing left to keep busy.

But the machine always has to work more so that it doesn't stiffen, the sword has to be sharpened so that it doesn't rust, and the people have to be busy, so that they won't be lonely and lonely.

But man is not a machine that works endlessly, let alone a cold and ruthless sword, he needs rest, he needs to be happy and happy, he needs wine, he needs money, he needs a man or a woman to fill the emptiness in his heart.

The merchant prisoner didn't want anything at the moment, he just wanted to receive a handwritten letter from Eleven.

Gradually, the more he waited, the more he felt empty, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was inappropriate, and he was about to shout: "Someone"

Liu Xiang pushed the door and walked into the tent.

"What's the matter? The lights don't light up, the fire doesn't burn, and you enjoy the loneliness of the night?"

Liu Xiang also carried two jars of good wine in his hand.

The merchant prisoner had no intention of paying attention to Liu Xiang, and he closed his eyes and didn't want Liu Xiang to see the expectation in his eyes.

"Doh. ”

Liu Xiang put the wine in front of the merchant prisoner's table and said softly, "Drink, General Shang." ”

The merchant prisoner sucked deeply, took a sip of wine, and spit out lightly: "Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water will flow more, and raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow." Then he took the wine jar, poured a glass of wine, and said: "There is wine today and drunk today, and tomorrow will be sad tomorrow." After speaking, he raised his head and swallowed the wine in his glass, and began his long journey to relieve his sorrows tonight.

Liu Xiang sat down at the desk unceremoniously, drank wine, gestured two fingers, and said, "Two news, one bad news, one good news, which one do you want to listen to first?"

The merchant prisoner poured another glass of wine: "It's the same as before, bitter first and then sweet, bad news." ”

Liu Xiang pursed his lips and asked, "Then don't you tell me about it...... Don't feel bad. ”

Even if you don't say it, you will guess it, and wouldn't it be even more uncomfortable to guess and guess?

The merchant prisoner drank the sorrowful wine in one gulp: "Say it, I'm not afraid of being uncomfortable!"

Liu Xiang said: "The messenger in front of the camp has closed the stall, and all the letters that should be sent have been sent, and several of them are from Liangcheng, but they are not given to you." ”

The merchant prisoner pinched the empty cup, his mood was lost to the extreme, but he was stubborn and did not allow any sadness to be revealed, he only said lightly: "It may be in the next batch of messengers......"

The next batch of messengers don't know what year and month, after Zhenwu is stationed in the flood wilderness, the whole army will enter a state of alert, not to mention a letter to the family, even thoughts have to be imprisoned in it.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just say it, there is no one else here, how bad is it to hold it in your heart?" Liu Xiang smiled and poured a glass of wine for the Shang prisoner.

The merchant prisoner picked up the wine glass, put it down, put it down, put it down, back and forth seven or eight times, and finally stomped the wine glass on the table, unwilling to say: "What is this woman busy with, she is even reluctant to write a letter to me!"

Liu Xiang smiled even more, and said: "Women are not as loyal as you think, if you don't go back for one hundred and eighty years, it is estimated that everyone else will be married." ”

The merchant prisoner glanced at Liu Xiang coldly, and then asked, "Don't you have another piece of good news?"

Liu Xiang said: "Good news, let me buy a pass, and you will know later." ”

The merchant prisoner snorted lightly, he couldn't listen to the good news now.

Liu Xiang said again at this time: "By the way, Yuebeilou has already gone back to contact the various tribes of the demon clan, and the next time he negotiates, he should be on the battlefield of the flood wilderness." ”

Shang Prisoner said, "Can you trust him?"

Liu Xiang smiled lightly: "Believe it or not, it depends on his performance, I believe that this thing is very unreliable, just like you think your mother-in-law can keep being lonely, in fact, she has already gone out of the wall to steal fish." Isn't that the truth, huh? ”

The merchant prisoner's face was gloomy, and he bowed his head and drank to himself.

Liu Xiang lifted his wine jar, turned around and walked out of the tent, and promised: "Don't worry, I eat dead here of the demon clan, no accident, I can drive them out of the flood in less than thirty years, so let's pray and pray for the fairy battlefield, the group of turtle sons in Yuanmen are despicable and strong, I don't know if Lin Yong can resist them......"

The merchant prisoner beckoned, "Why are you leaving so early, stay and have two drinks with me." ”

Liu Xiang shook his head: "Let others accompany me, I won't accompany you, I have negotiated the price with the golden hairpin in Jinling City tonight, and tonight is the cultural skills to be exchanged all night, hahaha......"

Liu Xiang took away the only trace of the atmosphere in the camp that could be regarded as lively.

He was silent in his chair for a while, and finally he was willing to light the lamp, and then took a piece of white rice paper, polished the ink, held the pen, and painted acacia.

Of course, it's the eleventh.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the tent, and I heard someone greet him: "Is General Shang here?"

It's a woman's voice, and it's a familiar woman.

Only then did the prisoner remember the good news that Liu Xiang said, could it be her?

The merchant prisoner was sitting precariously, revealing the majesty that a general should have, and his voice became low, and he said, "Come in." ”

Eleven almost slammed the door in, and muttered, "It's cold, it's cold......"

She thought that if it was cold outside the tent, it would be warmer inside, but unfortunately it was not, in fact, it was warmer, but some, only some, could still make her shiver.

"It's so cold here...... "Ten has been shivering, and he can shake off the snow on his body.

The prisoner was a man who cherished the jade, and when he saw Eleven like this, he couldn't hold back the shame on his face, not everyone could withstand the cold, so he raised an internal force, burned the embers in the furnace again, and said, "If you feel cold, add a few more pieces of charcoal to it." ”

Eleven trotted to the stove, not to mention a few pieces of charcoal, she stuffed all the charcoal wood piled up into a hill next to the stove, and then as if cooking, she aimed at the charcoal stove and blew a few breaths quickly, the stove was full of firepower, she breathed a sigh of relief, clapped her hands and said with satisfaction: "This is fucking warm enough." ”

"Xiaoyi, come here. Seeing that Eleven's life was over, the merchant prisoner opened his mouth and called.

"Xiaoyi?" Eleven sighed in his heart, and subconsciously touched his disguised face, for fear of revealing his true appearance.

"What, you don't call Xiaoyi?" the merchant prisoner asked, looking up.

Eleven hurriedly shook his head and said, "I'm Xiaoyi, but I don't know how the general knows my name." She answered, walked over to the prisoner, and asked, "What is the general looking for me?"

"Uh...... What am I looking for from you?" the merchant prisoner was a little puzzled, he couldn't remember who he had seen.

Eleven blinked: "Liu Junshi sent someone to tell me, saying that the general you are looking for me, and I will come, have you forgotten, general?"

The merchant prisoner raised his eyebrows, it seems that Eleven is really "that good news" in Liu Xiang's mouth, during this time, this woman, this atmosphere, there should be some very interesting things happening.

"Go and boil me a pot of hot water first. The prisoner pointed to the teapot that was already cold on the side and ordered.

"Good. ”

Eleven responded, held the teapot, and padded her feet to see what was being written on the table of the light merchant prisoner, but unfortunately she was too short to see anything.

The merchant prisoner rolled her eyes, and she hurriedly turned around and left.

She came to the battalion commander's door, opened the door and stretched out the teapot, and said ten numbers in her mouth, and when she got it back, the teapot was already full of snow.

She placed the teapot on the stove and waited silently for the water to boil.

"What's the matter? You Yejia people also know how to fry snow and boil water?" the merchant prisoner asked when he saw that Eleven's technique was so skillful.

Ten nodded: "Yes, it's a pity that there are no winter pears here, otherwise cut two of them, put some rock sugar, and the boiled water is healthy and delicious." ”

The prisoner's eyes lit up and he asked, "Where did you learn the cooking method of 'pear fried snow'?"

Eleven said casually: "How difficult is this? I'm in Zhenwu" She hurriedly stopped, almost leaking her mouth, she changed her words: "I heard it from an old doctor in Zhenwu, and I often cook it for our princess." ”

"Woooooo

The teapot is steaming hot, and the water is boiling.

Eleven brought tea to the merchant prisoner, this time she deliberately went around and brought the teapot from the side, and by the way glanced at the painting on the table, even if the merchant prisoner's painting was clumsy, but the two were happy, and the person with a good heart, even if she couldn't see the person in the painting, she could feel the thoughts in the painting.

Eleven showed a blush of excitement, pouring water into the teacup while secretly admiring the real painting of the merchant prisoner, at this moment, how she wanted to rush up and bite the mouth of the man in front of her.

"The water is overflowing. The merchant prisoner reminded softly.

Eleven came to his senses at this time, and the water had overflowed, and there was a lot of overflow, and the final result was to wet the painting.

The merchant prisoner remained silent, with a little internal force in his hand, he gently pressed it on the table, and the internal force swam up to the mouth of the cup, dragging the boiling water that was about to overflow. The water is still and above the mouth of the cup, and it has not been spilled even half an inch.

"Wow, that's amazing. Eleven couldn't help but exclaim.

The merchant prisoner lightly pointed at the mouth of the teapot again, and the extra water was like a thin strip, and it flowed back as it flowed out.

"You...... How did you do that?" Eleven was overjoyed like a child who had just seen a trick.

The merchant prisoner deliberately showed off: "Our true martial arts refine the body, refining the martial arts can also refine the qi, and everything in the world can be controlled with the breath; ”

Eleven would definitely be angry if the barbarians heard it, but unfortunately she wasn't, and she was not interested in listening to the showmanship of the merchant prisoner. She pointed to the portrait on the table and asked knowingly, "General Shang, who is the woman in the painting?"

The merchant prisoner did not shy away from saying: "She is my favorite wife. ”

Eleven was very satisfied with this answer, of course, this satisfaction can only be buried in his heart for the time being. She said tentatively: "The general's wife is so beautiful, no wonder she can't look down on our princess Yesha." General, you don't know that since the princess saw your majesty, she has been washing her face in the palace all day long, and regrets not marrying you......"

She asked: "General Shang, our princess is beautiful and generous, and she is still the only sister of King Yejia, if you marry her, not only will your career rise step by step, but also better promote the peace between Yejia and Zhenwu!"

The merchant prisoner frowned in contemplation, and stopped moving.

Eleven began to worry in his heart, if the merchant prisoner heard her audience, what should he do if he really considered marrying Ye Sha?

The merchant prisoner drew up again, and said indifferently: "I thought about it, about the official career, I am above 10,000 people under Zhenwu alone, and there is no need to rise again; ”

Eleven Jiaohe: "The general is too good! Could it be because I am a servant girl." ”

The merchant prisoner took a deep breath, put down the pen in his hand, picked up the scroll and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's so beautiful." ”

The eleven deities are here, and they can completely confirm the ugliness of this painting, and she does not dare to compliment the painter of the merchant prisoner, so she can only praise it falsely: "The general's wife is really ...... Sinking fish and geese, closing the moon and shy flowers. ”

The merchant prisoner folded the portrait, pressed it under the grinding plate, swallowed the warm water in one gulp, he turned his head and stared at Eleven's body with naked eyes, what the man wanted to do, not to mention from his eyes, from his rapid breathing.

Eleven secretly felt that something was wrong, and took two steps back to escape, but the merchant prisoner hugged her with a big hand

and held it in her arms, without warning, without provocation, buried in her pink neck and sucked and kissed wildly.

"General Shang...... You stop it......"

Eleven's inner desire is stronger than that of the merchant prisoner, if it weren't for her current identity as just a little maid, she would really be able to press the merchant prisoner to the ground to "oppose the guest".

If she lingers with the merchant prisoner overnight, her identity will be broken, and the battlefield will not be flooded, and the merchant prisoner will have a reason to send herself back...... She couldn't go back halfway!

"General Shang, stop!"

Eleven used all her strength to pull the merchant prisoner away from her chest, and she knew that she had to act now, or she would have to be slaughtered when she was so shy that she was weak.

She was ruthless in her heart, hugged the ears of the merchant prisoner, opened her mouth and bit down!

The merchant prisoner snorted, and his hands were relaxed, and Eleven took this opportunity to take a turn and escape from the arms of the merchant prisoner.

"General Shang, please atone for your sins, Xiao Yi is not the kind of woman you think, and ...... And Xiao Yi has been unwell for the past few days, so I implore the general to let Xiao Yi go......"

She fell to her knees, pleading sincerely.

The merchant prisoner covered his ears, blood was already flowing down his sideburns, he was not angry, but laughed loudly: "Hahaha...... The barbarian woman really has a good temper, very good, very good!"

"If the general is fine, let the slave and maid go back......"

Eleven put her forehead on the ground, putting on an extremely humble appearance, she knew in her heart that with the fierce beast in the heart of the merchant prisoner, if she stayed for a moment and a half, it would be useless to find any excuse at that time.

The prisoner scraped the blood beads from his sideburns, grabbed the wine on the table, and said with a smile while drinking: "At least tonight is not so interesting, thank you for taking care of it, go ahead, go back and pay attention to safety." ”

Xiao Yi retired. ”

Eleven wrapped up his clothes and walked out of the tent.

After the little maid left, the tent fell silent again, and although the wind and snow were still outside, the ambiguous residual heat still remained.

The merchant prisoner was slightly drunk and full of joy, at least the residual warmth and happiness of the night could make him no longer lonely until dawn.

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Time flies, winter goes to spring.

After surviving the cold winter, the earth finally ushered in the season of wind and sunshine.

The warm spring in the barbarian zone is much more comfortable than Zhenwu, the spring breeze turns into rain, the spring flowers bloom, the vegetation breaks through the ice and soil, absorbs the sunshine to the fullest, spits out the fragrance to the fullest, and blooms to the fullest!

The earth is recovering, and the departure is imminent.

Since March, the Kyushu League and Tsing Yi Lou have been committed to cleaning up the battlefield, annihilating more than 700 tribes and captivating more than 7 million people, adding a lot of strength to the Zhenwu crusade against the flood famine.

The old tribes of the Southern Barbarians were all incorporated into the Yejia clan, and the barbarians who had been divided for tens of thousands of years actually achieved a preliminary integration in a battle.

Now Yejia has more than 29 million troops, and Zhenwu and Kyushu Alliance have more than 40 million people, all of them are conquering the desolate land, and the battle can be listed as the epic of the Zhenwu Era!

Today is the day of departure, the merchant prisoner is still dressed in civilian clothes, standing at the entrance of Shanhaiguan, and looking at the nearly 80 million troops composed of Zhenwu and Yejia, a kind of heroic spirit of the world's dignity floated to his heart.

Younger men are obsessed with women, men who have gone through hardships are obsessed with money, and men who have been precipitated over the years will understand and fight for rights.

"General Wei has never been in charge of so many soldiers when he was in power," Liu Xiang walked up to the entrance of Shanhaiguan, shoulder-to-shoulder with Shangqiu, took a deep breath of the magnificent breath of mountains and rivers, stretched his waist, and said with a smile: "I, with the light of General Shang, also came to experience the feeling of 'king over the world'." ”

The merchant prisoner sighed leisurely and said with a wry smile: "I don't dare to compare with General Wei, whether it is in the court or in the rivers and lakes, I think that my merchant prisoner is just a replacement for General Wei, not an inheritor." ”

Liu Xiang said bluntly: "I think you are the inheritor, or even the transcendent. ”

The merchant prisoner shook his head and smiled, his success is known to others, so why bother to emphasize it with whom? He asked again: "How is the Yejia army mediating?"

Liu Xiang rubbed his braincase, and said in distress: "Speaking of this, my brain hurts, the Southern Barbarian and the Northern Barbarian are not only surprised, but they don't even understand the language, that's not a half-species, just a Nanban can pull out hundreds of languages, they generally don't know Chinese, and the barbarian language is not unified, and it is very difficult to communicate." ”

The merchant prisoner smiled, "You always find a way to solve it, don't you?" ”

Liu Xiangchang sighed: "I still distinguish between the Southern Barbarians and the Northern Barbarians, and found a fairly reliable patriarch in the Southern Barbarians, but you also know that in terms of national beliefs, the barbarians are very extreme and fanatical, especially the Nanban, in short, let's pay more attention in the future." ”

The merchant prisoner nodded, looked at the soldiers who were ready to go, and said, "Then there is nothing else to pay attention to?"

Liu Xiang shook his head and said, "Not for the time being." ”

The merchant prisoner asked, "How long does it take to enter the flood famine and reach the strategic location of the flood famine?"

Liu Xiang said: "It will take a year according to the footsteps of the infantry, but we must build fortifications in advance, so the sappers have set off with the Jiuyang Treasure Beast three days ago, and they will be able to meet with the advance troops stationed in the flood famine in three months at most. ”

"Seven-seven-eighty-eight?" the merchant prisoner shook his head, "Seven-seven-eighty-eight is not good, send more troops, and the defensive offensive must be completed in advance when the army arrives at the flood famine." ”

Liu Xiang said: "It's not a problem. ”

The merchant prisoner nodded lightly: "Then there will be no further delay, let's announce the departure." ”

Liu Xiang took out a piece of rice paper from his sleeve, at this time he didn't write the notice in a complicated way, and he was not afraid that someone would read it wrong. He lifted the paper into the air and floated it away with the wind.

"The general has an order, an expedition!"

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S: This is the end of the Zhenwu battlefield, and the next chapter will be described from Di Yunfeng's point of view, after all, he is the protagonist, and what he has experienced can reasonably run through the entire war.