Drunk King and Minister

Hou Andu followed the order and chased Du Jun for a mile, and then led his army back to Changcheng County.

When they returned to Changcheng County, everyone was busy preparing for the bonfire dinner in the afternoon.

"Master Hou!" Han Zigao called out to stop Hou Andu when he saw Hou Andu returning to the camp.

In his hand was the leather wine jug that Hou Andu left last night. The wine jug seemed to have been wiped clean, and the wine stains that had accumulated for many years had disappeared.

"Your flagon was dropped yesterday." Han Zigao held his left arm forward, "Here."

Hou An was stunned for a moment, took the jug and glanced at it, his Adam's apple twitched, he hesitated to speak.

He pinned the flagon to his waist, paused, and said, "Thanks."

He turned around and strode away. When he reached dozens of steps, he turned around and shouted: "Han Zigao!"

Zigao stopped in response, and when he was slightly puzzled, he heard Hou Andu's voice as thick as a bell: "You are doing well today."

After Hou Andu finished speaking, he strode away.

With his back to Han Zigao, he walked towards his room, shook his head slightly, and smiled in relief.

Forget it, the grievance between myself and this person is nothing more than that.

Han Zigao turned around and looked at Hou Andu's leaving back, his eyes twitched.

It seemed that the door god, who put on a bad face whenever he saw him, finally responded to the banner of reconciliation that he had raised long ago.

When the sky darkened, piles of bonfires were lit in Chen Jun's camp. Large pieces of barbecued meat were set on top of the fire. The fat on the meat sizzled, and from time to time there were crackles and oil bubbles burst.

The soldiers tore apart the grilled meat on the racks, and gorged themselves on big bowls of rice wine.

The bustling atmosphere infected everyone, and the smell of food mixed with the burnt smell of burning firewood drifted far away.

However, among the gluttonous crowd, Chen Qian was nowhere to be seen.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the cool wind hits.

The hustle and bustle seemed to ring in my ears, and the faint fragrance at the end of my nose seemed to be within reach.

Chen Qian waved her right hand lightly in the air, leading twenty people into the night.

The fishy smell of the soil also carried fresh moisture, replacing the smell of barbecue and wine that filled the nose just now.

Han Zigao looked left and right at the tunnel, which was wide enough to accommodate two people, secretly surprised.

When was this tunnel dug?

In the tunnel, only the sound of feet stepping on the ground and the breathing of everyone can be heard.

Han Zigao and Chen Qian were separated by three people, there was no light in the tunnel, only five or six soldiers were holding candles in their hands, under the dim light, only Chen Qian's broad back could be faintly seen.

The exit of the tunnel is in a dense forest, and the length of the entire tunnel is nearly two miles. Judging from the length, it may have been excavated since entering Changcheng County.

It’s just that the exit style is quite peculiar. The real tunnel is about two people wide and narrow, but the exit suddenly increases, with a length and width of about five meters, and then gradually shrinks at about three meters, and when it reaches the ground, it becomes smaller. It became a small mouth about one person wide and narrow.

Han Zigao was thinking about it, but he still didn't quite understand.

He felt a little disappointed in his heart, Chen Qian didn't mention anything about this tunnel to him.

As soon as this feeling of loss appeared in his heart, Han Zigao was stunned and couldn't help regretting it.

I am really becoming more and more lawless, Chen Qian is the chief general, how can I know what I am planning and thinking about?Isn't it overstepping!

When Han Zigao came out with the crowd, the moon was scattered in the forest, and insects were singing.

The exit is a short cut from Du Jun's camp, about five miles away.

Chen Qian shook her head and looked in one direction, her eyes were very bright.

With the corner of his mouth curled up, he led his army towards the east side of Du Jun's camp.

Not long after, Chen Qian stopped.

The place where Chen Qian stopped was not Du Jun's camp, it was located on the east side of Du Jun, a full three miles away from the camp.

Chen Qian signaled everyone to squat down and get closer.

He suppressed his voice and said: "After I give the order, you will quickly follow me to remove the enemy's food and grass. Don't be greedy, do what you can!"

When Han Zigao heard this, his eyes flickered, and he roughly guessed Chen Qian's plan.

But he was a little surprised, how could Du Jun put the grain and grass five miles away from the camp? !

How did Chen Qian know?

The crowd walked for nearly a thousand meters without making a sound, and stopped when they saw a figure in the distance.

This place... Han Zigao opened his mouth in surprise, it's really strange!

This is an open and flat land hidden among the surrounding woods. People outside the forest have a hard time, or even almost never imagine that such an open terrain will suddenly appear after a few steps.

It really makes people feel suddenly enlightened.

According to Chen Qian, this is where Du Jun puts the food and grass?