The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement

Su Yu was a desperate situation before, but fortunately, the two finally returned to the barracks smoothly. On the day when the cold winter is coming with the strong wind, the frontier becomes cold and freezing, so after a catastrophe, Mu Zhiming, who had been on the road overnight and was overwhelmed by things in his heart, returned to the military camp and became ill. This disease is not serious, it is just chills and cough, but Mu Zhiming's ears have never been quiet since then.

Wen Heyin whispered beside him every day: "The frontier is so cold, when will we go back to Beijing? Why don't you go back when you are both ill? Didn't you say the results of the investigation were obtained? We will go back when we find out! "

Mu Zhiming ate the plum cake that was brought with his lunch, with a charcoal brazier beside him, and said to Wen Heyin, "The snow is howling outside, why have to wait until the snow has fallen for a while before leaving."

"The snow has been blowing for three days and it hasn't stopped." Wen Heyin pouted.

"Stop, cough, cough." Mu Zhiming said and coughed twice, and when he heard Heyin want to read him again, he quickly changed the subject, "Huh? What's in the bag at the entrance of the tent?"

Wen Heyin glanced at it: "It's charcoal."

"Charcoal?" Mu Zhiming wondered, "The amount of charcoal in the barracks should be the same, why do we have an extra bag."

"Ah? Really?" Wen Heyin naturally didn't understand, "The young soldier who sent the charcoal told me that the night in the frontier was cold and windy, and it was extremely cold and extremely difficult to endure. The charcoal fire must be strong, so let me burn more. "

"Next time, ask if you sent it wrong." Mu Zhiming said.

"Oh." Wen Heyin nodded.

At this time, Xu Zhiwei entered the coach's tent to look for Gu Heyan, and reported what he was responsible for during his absence. As soon as he stepped in, he was puzzled. How could the cold in the coach's tent make people shiver?

Gu Heyan sat in front of the low desk and read the documents. Hearing the sound, he looked up and said, "Xu Can Military."

"General." Xu Zhiwei stepped forward and saluted, "How come your brazier doesn't burn charcoal on this cold and freezing day?"

Gu Heyan shook his head inexplicably and said, "Let's talk about building the wall."

Xu Zhiwei didn't dare to ask any more questions, and talked seriously about military affairs.

After Xu Zhiwei finished reporting and left the tent, Gu Heyan put down the documents he had read, stood up and walked out of the tent, looking up at the sky.

The wind and snow have become smaller, and the trend should stop tomorrow, but the ice and snow melt at night will be a bit colder tonight than before.

Gu Heyan frowned, went to the stable to bring the red horse, and walked to Baicheng on the frost and snow.

In the cold night, the wind blew flags and hunting. Inside the tent, Wen Heyin and Mu Zhiming were ready to rest. Before going to sleep and blowing out the candles, Wen Heyin couldn't help complaining: "It's really cold, if the snow stops tomorrow, you Go back to the capital for me immediately!"

"Isn't this a brazier?" Mu Zhiming said.

"What's the use!?" Wen Heyin's voice was very loud, "This big tent is leaking air everywhere, this body only warms up for a while, and when the wind blows, it all dissipates!"

"Okay, rest." Mu Zhiming didn't answer.

At this moment, the voice of a young soldier suddenly came from outside the camp: "Muda, are you asleep?"

Mu Zhiming and Wen Heyin quickly put on their clothes and got up: "I haven't slept yet, please come in."

The young soldier opened the curtain and walked in, respectfully handing the thing wrapped in thick cotton cloth to Mu Zhiming: "Mr. Mu, I'm bothering you, I'll bring you something."

"Something?" Mu Zhiming was puzzled and took the object.

"Yes, I'll retire first." The young soldier delivered the things and retreated, clasped his fists, and got up and left.

"What is it?" Wen Heyin looked over with a puzzled face.

Mu Zhiming held the object wrapped tightly in the thick cotton cloth, and only felt that the object was warm in his hand. He opened the cotton cloth wrapped outside in confusion, and was stunned for a moment.

Inside is a hot soup pot.