The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 269: Jun Mo Xiao, Drunk on the Battlefield ([-])
His warmth still remained on the cloak, Cen Mu clenched a corner, and pressed his lips tightly.

"Bah, who is it!" Ke Yuan was straight-tempered, and there was no one around Mr. Xie, so he spat and cursed in a deep voice.

Xue Zhan frowned, glanced at Cen Mu, and said to everyone: "Okay, brothers won the battle today, drink tonight! Let's go back and clean up first."

Cen Mu wrapped his cloak tightly and walked forward.

Xue Zhan noticed it and asked, "Can you withstand the climate in Mobei?"

Cen Mu rubbed his nose and replied: "It's okay, but the temperature difference is a bit big, it's good to stay for a day or two."

Xue Zhan nodded, turned his head and gave Ke Yuan instructions: "Go and prepare some clothes for Mr. Cen. It's cold at night, remember to make them thicker."

After speaking, Xue Zhan left.

He has a completely different temperament from Xie Changjun, but in the military camp, he can be regarded as stunning.

His face is definitely not as good-looking as Xie Zhangjun, but his temperament is not inferior to Xie Zhangjun.They are all men who have survived by fighting hard in their blood, with strong bones, who is more noble than the other?

Nan Xie and Bei Xue, both of them have the same name, it is not unreasonable.

After dark, singing and dancing began to take place in the barracks.A group of old men chatted loudly in front of the bonfire, fought for wine, punched, ate large pieces of meat, and talked about their irritability.

It's also fun.

Inside the tent were people above the general level. Xue Zhan sat in the main seat, Ke Yuan and Yi Lingfeng sat on both sides, and some generals under his command.

Cen Mu was invited to a position in the middle, not far or near, which matched his identity.

He is a grass-roots person, so he can't sit too close to attract people's attention.However, the century-old reputation of Medicine King Valley cannot be arranged too far.

Things at the dinner table are a big deal.

Cen Mu sat down and raised his glass to Xue Zhan.

This kind of banquet is actually quite boring, except that there are no women in the barracks, and there are no orchids dancing in the camp, it is no different from the boring banquet in the palace.

However, the hard life of the military camp could not be compared with the wealth and corruption of the palace. It was the greatest relaxation to be able to drink a glass of wine occasionally.

A glass of warm wine poured into the stomach, and the whole stomach was warmed up.

Cen Mu put down his wine glass, raised his eyes and met Xie Zhangjun's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He sat lazily on the cushion, poured himself a drink, there was no one in the tent, he was happy alone, pouring wine after glass into his stomach.

Seeing Cen Mu staring at him, Xie Changjun filled a glass of wine, bowed in Cen Mu's direction, and then drank it up.

Cen Mu ignored it, turned his eyes away, and listened to the high-spirited generals present.

"Hey, you don't know, today's battle was really comfortable! I haven't had such a good time in a long time!"

"That's right, those turtle grandchildren brag about their own military strength every day, and that's all it is!"

It is true that the troops outside the Great Wall are strong and the horses are strong. To the east is the grassland, but to the west is the desert.

The weather in Mobei is dry this year, and the grasslands are short of food. I don't know how many people starved to death.

Dazhao is rich, but the new emperor has just ascended the throne, and the former emperor doted on Wang Qianchun, so I don't know how much real power is in the hands of Jiu Qiansui.

The locust disaster in the south, Dazhao is also a year of natural disasters this year, living on the surplus grain from the past, and does not sell grain.

Mobei couldn't buy food, and was still thinking about Dazhao's land, so they had to come and grab it.

He couldn't eat enough, and sent over a marshal who commanded blindly. It would be hell if he didn't lose miserably.

People can't get enough to eat, let alone horses in the cold winter months.

(End of this chapter)