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North of Huaizhou City, Beidi Camp.

A blazing bonfire illuminated the night sky after the snow. The Beidi soldiers who had won the battle were reveling around the bonfire, and the aroma of wine and meat wafted far away.

"Drink less, just to relieve your fatigue. We have to attack the city tomorrow, so no one is allowed to drink too much." A general with a strong back and a bear skin cloak said in a rough voice.

The soldiers were having fun and did not take his words seriously. Someone laughed loudly and said: "What is General Tiemu afraid of? King Jingnan is injured, and his sick Jingnan army is already vulnerable. Even if we carry the wine jar, In the past, I could beat them until they lost their armor and cried for their father and mother."

"Hahahaha, yes, those are our defeated generals, and Huaizhou City will be ours sooner or later."

"That's right, Dayan's New Year will be the day after tomorrow. When we occupy Huaizhou City, we will celebrate the New Year like the Dayan people and find some more juicy Dayan girls to have fun."

"Fuck you!" General Timur scolded angrily, and drew out the scimitar from his waist. "Arrogant soldiers will be defeated. You bastards are starting to drift before you win. If you dare to underestimate the enemy like this, I will cut you down first." Your heads.”

The soldiers were startled, and their wild laughter stopped abruptly.

The deputy general hurriedly tried to persuade them to make peace: "General, calm down. These bastards will forget who they are after just two sips of yellow soup. You should go back to your tent to avoid the cold. The general will be responsible for driving them back to sleep."

General Timu had a sullen face, snorted coldly and sheathed his sword, then turned and returned to the tent.

The lieutenant general stretched out his hand and pointed at the soldiers: "Please be careful with each one of them. After drinking the wine in the altar, let me go to sleep. Otherwise, the general will be angered and lose his head, and no matter how beautiful the Dayan woman is, she will not be able to enjoy it." ”

The soldiers all laughed softly, expressed their understanding, and went to bed after drinking this.

The deputy general cursed a few more times and went back to the tent to wait for the general to rest.

General Temu had already taken off his cloak, but his face was still very angry.

The deputy general came in and warned carefully: "General, don't be angry, those brats know what's appropriate."

"You know nothing!" General Tiemu scolded angrily, "Huaizhou City was already ours earlier. Why was it later taken back by King Jingnan? It was because General Zalang underestimated the enemy and did not take the Jingnan Army seriously. Here, not only did we lose Huaizhou City, but we also lost our own lives, otherwise, we would have reached the capital of Dayan long ago."

"What the general said is that arrogant soldiers will be defeated, and the enemy must not be underestimated." The deputy general repeated General Tiemu's mantra in a flattering manner, "Don't worry, general, I will remind them again in the future."

General Timu grunted twice, and his expression eased.

The deputy general added: "But having said that, the current Jingnan Army has indeed reached its limit. The King of Jingnan has been injured again. He may not even be able to lift a sword tomorrow. General, don't blindly emulate other people's ambitions and destroy your own family." Prestige, although arrogant soldiers will inevitably be defeated, but appropriate pride can enhance the self-confidence of soldiers."

"You know nothing!" General Timu cursed again, but in the end he didn't say anything more. He waved his hand and said, "Go, let those bastards go to sleep for me, and the night watchmen should also stay awake for me."

"Yes." The deputy general responded and came out of the tent, urging the generals of each battalion to send their soldiers back to rest and make arrangements for night patrols.

"On a snowy day, even if you pee, you can freeze a bird. How can those sick Jingnan troops come and attack us?" The soldiers in charge of night patrol disagreed, and no one took the lieutenant's words seriously.

The deputy general himself didn't take it seriously. He mentioned it mainly because he was afraid of being scolded by the general.

It was so cold that native northerners like them did not dare to move at night. Those little barbarians from the south who came from the Jingnan Army were staggering around in the cold during the day. At night, they were afraid that they would have to deal with their excrement and urine in their rooms. It was really Nothing to be wary of.

In the battle tomorrow, unless divine soldiers descend from heaven, Huaizhou City will definitely be theirs.

The lieutenant looked up at the sky.

The sky was dark, with no stars at all, and only boundless coldness enveloped the world.

In this kind of ghostly weather, even gods would not dare to come down to earth.

The deputy general shook his head and returned to his tent with his hands behind his back.

The nights are getting deeper and the temperature is getting lower and lower.

The bonfire gradually extinguished, the soldiers dispersed in twos and threes, and snoring began to sound in the camp.

At this time in Huaizhou City, Murong Xiao was still pacing uneasily in the room with his injured left hand hanging.

The wind, frost, and cold in the North had destroyed his originally delicate and fair skin, making it rough and cracked. It also looked sallow and dull due to excessive blood loss due to injuries. His beard had not been shaved for several days and was growing vigorously around his lips like weeds. His deep eyes His eyes were even more sunken due to lack of sleep, and there were blue-black shadows all around his eyes.

Compared with the heroic Prince Jingnan before, he now looked more like a wandering refugee.

"My lord, it's late at night, you'd better get some rest soon!" Beiyuan looked at him distressedly and once again spoke to persuade him.

Murong Xiao turned a deaf ear and paced back and forth minding his own business.

Beiyuan had no choice but to ask Qi Fengshan for help: "Sir, please try to persuade the prince. He has fought for a day and is still injured. If he doesn't rest, how will he deal with the Beidi people tomorrow?"

Qi Fengshan also had a tired look on his face and an unkempt beard. He was no longer the elegant counselor with a feather fan and turban in the past. He and Murong Xiao were like brothers in need.

In this situation, he himself couldn't sleep, so how could he advise the prince?

Beiyuan had no choice but to look at Zhang Xingzhou again: "General Zhang, you and the prince are both wounded. Can't you please advise the prince? Only when you are well rested can you have the energy to do things!"

"I don't know how important my health is, so I have to be able to sleep!" Zhang Xingzhou covered his heart, coughed continuously, and sighed unwillingly, "I think about how many people were sent to intercept and kill me in Xining. I was able to escape, but I didn't expect to end up in this hellish place. It would be better if I die on the battlefield tomorrow, but if I can't die, I won't have the shame to see the princess again."

"Me too." Murong Xiao finally spoke, stopped and said, "Azhao is coming tomorrow. I didn't keep my promise to her, and asked her to brave the cold to come for reinforcements. I'm really shameless. Meet her."

"But didn't the princess say in her letter that the prince is not to blame? It was a trick of the He family and his son. In addition, the Jingnan Army is not used to the severe cold in the north. The princess said that it is amazing that we can survive until now." Beiyuan said.

Murong Xiao glared at him: "Princess, you are stepping down for me, so you are the only one who takes it seriously."

"No, the princess didn't blame the prince in the first place. The princess is not that kind of person." Beiyuan tried to convince him.

Murong Xiao was not willing to listen: "Okay, stop talking, lay out the map for me, and make a pot of strong tea. I will spend the night thinking of a strategy to retreat from the enemy."

"..." Beiyuan couldn't defeat him and had to act according to his instructions.

The map was laid out, Murong Xiao, Zhang Xingzhou, and Qi Fengshan sat around and began to discuss countermeasures.

In fact, they have fought countless battles here, and they already know the surrounding terrain so well that they don't need to look at the map at all.

It seems that looking at the map is just to find inspiration, or to avoid the embarrassment of being cold.

Three people with six eyes stared at the map again and again. They proposed ideas one by one, but were rejected, proposed again, and were rejected again.

Beiyuan couldn't help, so he could only add tea and cut candle wicks nearby.

As time passed, the candle as thick as a child's arm burned down to only a small section.

The fourth watch clapper sounded outside, and Murong Xiao seemed to be awakened by the clapper. He slapped the table, stood up and said, "I have decided. I will order my troops now and leave the city overnight to attack the enemy camp."