reverse spirit

Feng Chen returned to the sleeping tent, sat down at the low table, took the military map on the table and examined it carefully, after looking at it for a while, he pulled over the sand table at hand, picked up a branch and scratched it a few times.

While gesticulating and watching, before I knew it, the sun had already set.

Hongxia dyes the sky, and the setting sun gradually dies.

There were several footsteps outside the tent, and the curtain was "huo" lifted, and the bearded face full of stubble was squeezed into the tent through the open gap.

Feng Chen glanced at him, looked down at the sand table again, and asked without raising his head, "What's the matter?"

The bearded man scratched his head, stepped into the tent, turned around and carefully tightened the curtain before walking to Feng Chen and sitting down.

"General..."

"Ok?"

The bearded man scratched his head and giggled a few times, but didn't speak.

Feng Chen put down the branch and turned to look at him coldly.

The bearded man's hair stood on end when he was staring at him, coughed uncomfortably, and said falteringly: "General, I have heard about the matter of looking for Linyue just now...I have something to say to you."

Feng Chen picked up the branch again, and while drawing the sand table casually, he said disapprovingly: "You are well informed, and you are in charge of a lot of things."

"General..." The bearded man had a bitter look on his face, wanting to cry, "Stop mocking me..." He wiped away his tears and said, "Isn't it okay if I don't say anything?" ?”

Feng Chen was silent for a while: "Speak, I also want to hear your opinion."

"Oh." The bearded man thought for a while, and said hesitantly: "That... at Sishi, Xun Linyue went to get twenty army sticks by himself."

"Ah."

"I've also heard about the cause of the matter, General, I know that his close relationship with the national teacher makes you feel uncomfortable, but you humiliate him like this...I'm afraid there will be troubles... He paused, and continued to speak earnestly: "General, I know there are some things I shouldn't say, and this is your private matter, but as a general, you have disputes with others in the army. Provoking the other party, this kind of behavior will inevitably make the people below feel bad...for people like him..."

Feng Chen smiled and interrupted him: "Do you think I did this to him because I was jealous?"

The bearded man froze for a moment, and asked doubtfully, "Isn't it?"

Feng Chen smiled and said nothing, took another branch and stuffed it in his hand: "I have my own measure, don't think so much, fight hard." Then he pushed the sand table at him: "Let's analyze the situation, later There are still many battles to be fought.”

The bearded man looked at him, then at the sand table, sighed and said, "Hey, that's all, since you've already said that, General, I won't say any more."

The two discussed the war in front of the military map and the sand table, and neither of them mentioned Xun Linyue anymore.

Haishi is approaching, and the night is thick.

Feng Chen and Big Beard finished their dinner and sat in the tent to chat.

Torches were set up in the camp, and the orange flames were hot and bright. The soldiers patrolling the camp looked stern, holding halberds, and walked back and forth in the camp.

Suddenly, there was a noise from a corner of the camp. After a while, several soldiers ran out, shouting in panic, "It's the water! It's the water!"

Behind them, a large cloud of blue smoke gradually rose, and the orange fire became more and more intense. It slowly climbed over the camp and went straight to the sky, driving away the dark sky above, just like day.

Feng Chen lifted the curtain and took a look.

In the camp, tranquility and order had long since disappeared. The soldiers raced to and fro, shouting and taking all the utensils available to hold water, and then rushed to the place where the fire broke out, pouring water to put out the fire.

There was a lot of noise, panic and uneasiness enveloped the entire camp.

Feng Chen looked at it for a while, then put down the curtain.

The bearded man laughed out loud, "Mu Linghan is unreliable. He doesn't even think about whose barracks this is. It's just a fire. As for the chaos? .”

Feng Chen sat back at the table and took a look at the bearded man: "Mu Linghan is still young, so it's not surprising that he likes to pick quarrels and stir up trouble, but you, a man in his 40s, why do you always like to find fault with a child."

The bearded man curled his lips in aggrieved face: "Is it because I want to make trouble with him? It's simply that the kid got sick from boredom in the deep mountains, and he has trouble with me all day long."

Feng Chen glanced at him expressionlessly, the bearded man sniffed aggrievedly and stopped talking.

The fire became more and more fierce, and many camps were affected.

The soldiers who were resting had to put on their clothes in a hurry and ran to a safe place.

In the chaos, two soldiers rushed into a tent with sweat profusely.

This tent was slightly smaller than the others, and there were no beds in it, only piles and piles of hay.

In the middle of the tent, a thick wooden stake was buried in the ground, and a person was firmly tied behind the wooden stake——Xiao Wulan.

When the two soldiers saw him, their faces were a bit ugly, and one of them murmured dissatisfiedly, "The old soldiers will call people, and the military lord obviously asked them to come over to bring people, but they just ran for their own lives and took this This kind of thankless work is left to us."

Another taller soldier smiled helplessly, walked towards Xiao Wulan, squatted behind him and untied the rope in his hand, and said, "Stop complaining, get him out quickly, and wait for the fire to come over. Let's not try to escape."

The short soldier sighed, and resignedly stood in front of Xiao Wulan with a knife in his hand, as if to prevent him from attacking suddenly.

The fire is getting closer.

The man who untied the rope looked outside and accelerated the speed of untying the rope. Unfortunately, the rope was tied too hard. He had been untying it for a long time, sweating profusely, but the rope was still not untied much.

The short soldier became a little anxious: "Which grandson tied the knot? Why are you so wicked and tied the knot?!"

The tall soldier tried to wrestle with the rope for a while, but to no avail.

The short soldier handed the knife in his direction and said, "Why don't you cut the rope with the knife."

"No, no, there is only one knife here. If you use it to cut the rope, there is no extra weapon for you to use to guard against him. What if he attacks you after the rope is broken?"

The short soldier looked at Xiao Wulan, who looked weak with his head down and eyes closed, and said disapprovingly: "Don't be afraid, look at his current appearance, he doesn't look like someone who can still fight."

"Don't underestimate the enemy, he may be pretending like this."

The short soldier glanced at the raging fire that was about to burn in front of him, and said angrily: "It's okay, okay, we will really die here if we keep talking so much." He handed the knife in front of the other party, Said "Anyway, the knife is in our hands, and we are still two people, he can't escape, hurry up!"