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When Yan Qingning woke up, it was already noon the next day. When his eyes, which had not seen light for a long time, suddenly touched the bright light, they felt a little dazzling for a moment, causing him to subconsciously raise his hands to cover it.

Before he even raised his hand, the dazzling light was blocked by the curtain and could no longer hurt him at all.

Yan Qingning reached out to fumble for his glasses by the bed, then reached over with one hand and handed the glasses to his hand.

He didn't seem to be used to accepting this kind of kindness. After his fingertips paused for a moment, he picked up the glasses from Qin Zhuo'an's hand and said in a low voice: "Thank you."

He drew a clear line between the two of them, leaving only politeness and alienation, without the slightest hint of over-the-top love.

Qin Zhuo'an gave a bitter smile, shook off those unwanted thoughts, and re-discussed military issues with him.

"Ah...Chief of Staff, we are almost ready for the preparations for the tunnel war." He would always make a sudden change in the conversation when addressing Yan Qingning. Since he did not want to make Yan Qingning unhappy, They are also not willing to let the relationship between them only exist here.

"Please tell me later, Commander-in-Chief, the location of each area related to tunnel warfare. I would like to draw a tunnel strategy map."

He was always like this, maintaining a polite and distant look, invisibly rejecting everyone from the world he lived in.

Qin Zhuo'an suppressed the bitterness in his heart and explained in a steady voice: "There are four tunnel entrances in the northeast near Jiang Qi's stronghold. Most of them are towards the northwest. There are one or two tunnel entrances scattered here and there. southeast.

The inner area of ​​Wencheng is based on the cellars of the common people and spreads in all directions, forming an irregular spider web shape. There are many forks in some tunnels. Even if Jiang Qi and his troops lead their troops, they may not be able to find us. "

"Later, I will draw an atlas related to the tunnel strategy based on what you said..." Yan Qingning nodded, with an uncontrollable blue-black look in his eyes.

"You don't need to work so hard, I can do these things too." He wanted to rub Yan Qingning's head and coax him softly, but after all, he was concerned about his displeasure and just pressed his hand to his side. .

"The geographical location of Wencheng is complex, and neither you nor Jiang Qi know much about it. Most of the common people only focus on their own affairs. Even if someone wants to guide you, they who have no experience in education can only tell you some things. You can't understand the dialect." Yan Qingning rubbed his dizzy temples and braced himself: "We are on the front line, and behind us are the helpless civilians. We don't have time to rest. Once the front line is lost, The people in the city will become prey for the enemy to be slaughtered..."

He really couldn't keep up his energy, his eyelids sank, the hand holding his head gave out, and he almost fell heavily onto the table.

Qin Zhuoan held his head, with distress in his eyes.

"Let's have a good rest." He carefully held Yan Qingning's body, walked slowly to the bed, put him down, and tucked him in.

He originally wanted to leave directly, but looking at Yan Qingning's peaceful sleeping face, he couldn't hold back and secretly pressed a shallow kiss on his lips.

This was the only time he was close to Yan Qingning, like a despicable thief, complacent because of the false closeness he stole.

Qin Zhuo'an let out a long sigh, turned around, packed up his work-related things, and left Yan Qingning's place with him.

When the door closed slightly, Yan Qingning, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes. He yawned and propped his chin up. His cold peach blossom eyes were devoid of any emotion.

Xiaobai: [Host, don’t you want to draw a semi-fake tunnel strategy map for Jiang Qi to hand over? 】

[Who told you that I was going to draw a semi-fake one? ] Yan Qingning propped his chin with one hand, and clasped his knuckles casually on his legs: [That kind of white-eyed dog who colludes with foreign forces, what makes you think that I can still let him kill several of us safely? A good officer? 】

[But...] Xiaobai was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly: [Host, if Jiang Qi finds out that the strategic map you gave him is a complete fake, he will not trust you anymore. ? 】

Yan Qingning licked his lips, half-leaned on the edge of the bed, smiling innocently: [I am just a weak and dying person, how can I have a chance to get a real strategic map? 】

[That strategic map was drawn by you, old man. ] Xiaobai twitched the corner of his mouth and retorted to him reluctantly.

[Didn’t that little brat take this away? 】After Yan Qingning put on his glasses, he lifted the quilt and stood up, completely ignoring that his body was at the end of its strength.

Xiaobai knew roughly what he wanted to do, and his eyes widened: [Host, my dear, are you planning to draw up a completely fake strategy in front of Qin Zhuoan on the pretext of poor health and dizziness? picture? 】

【Don’t forget. 】 A cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and the coldness contained in it was aimed at every hidden insider indiscriminately: "Little bastard, there are many people in this military camp who want him to die early. The seller is asking for glory." Shit! 】

[Host, are you angry? ] Xiaobai asked him cautiously.

【No. 】

Yan Qingning responded expressionlessly, turned around and opened the door.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the door, a figure suddenly appeared, covering his mouth and nose, and led him into a dark alley.

The man's movements were rough, and Yan Qingning's bones were brittle. He just went to a dark alley and broke the bones of his left hand.

"Marshal Jiang has an order to retrieve Qin Zhuo'an's tunnel strategic plan within three days." The man spoke in a cold voice, which was hard to hear through the mask.

Yan Qingning endured the pain of her broken wrist and kept her voice steady, looking calm and self-possessed: "I understand."

After receiving the response, the man evacuated, completely ignoring what would happen to Yan Qingning next.

He held the wall with one hand to catch his breath, and moved bit by bit to Qin Zhuo'an, not even having the strength to knock on the door.

He raised his foot and kicked the door. He held the edge of the door tightly with his right hand to barely hold on and prevent himself from falling: "Commander Qin, it's really not your style to take advantage of others' danger..."