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

Previously, Yu Yu really survived a desperate situation, but fortunately, the two finally returned to the barracks smoothly.It was the day when the wind was blowing and the cold winter was approaching, and the frontier became freezing cold, so Mu Zhiming, who had been on the road all night after a catastrophe, returned to the barracks and fell ill.The illness is not serious, it's just chills and coughing, but since then Mu Zhiming's ears have never been quiet.

Wen Heyin muttered next to him every day: "It's so cold in the frontier, when will we return to Beijing? You are sick, why don't you go back? Don't you say that the investigation results are found? We will go back when we find out! "

Mu Zhiming ate the plum cake that came with lunch, and with a charcoal brazier beside him, he said to Wen Heyin, "It's windy and snowy outside, so we have to wait until the snow has completely fallen before we set off."

"The snow hasn't stopped blowing for three days." Wen Heyin pouted.

"Stop it soon, cough, cough." Mu Zhiming coughed twice as he said that, seeing the sound of the crane wanting to read him again, he quickly changed the subject, "Huh? What's in the cloth bag at the door of the tent?"

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

"Charcoal?" Mu Zhiming was puzzled, "The distribution 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 little soldier who delivered the charcoal told me that the night in the frontier was very cold and windy, and it was extremely cold and hard to bear. The charcoal fire must be flourishing, so let me burn more. "

"Next time, ask if it was delivered by mistake." Mu Zhiming said.

"Oh." Wen Heyin nodded.

But at this time, Xu Zhiwei went into the coach's tent to look for Gu He Yan, and reported the things he was responsible for during the days when he was away. As soon as he stepped in, he became puzzled, why was it so cold in the coach's tent that made people shiver?

Gu Heyan was sitting at the low desk reading the documents, heard the sound, and looked up: "Xu Shenjun."

"General." Xu Zhiwei stepped forward to salute, "It's a freezing day, why isn't your brazier burning coal?"

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

Xu Zhiwei didn't dare to continue asking, and talked about military affairs seriously.

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

The wind and snow has become smaller, and the trend should stop tomorrow, but the ice melts at night and the snow melts, and it may be a little colder tonight than before.

Gu Heyan frowned, and set off to the stable to fetch the red horse, and walked towards Baicheng on the frosty snow.

In the cold night, the wind was blowing and the flags were flying. In the camp, Wen Heyin and Mu Zhiming were getting ready to rest. Before going to bed and blowing out the candles, Wen Heyin couldn't help complaining: "It's so cold. Go back to the capital immediately!"

"Isn't there a brazier here?" Mu Zhiming said.

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

"Okay, let's rest." Mu Zhiming didn't reply.

At this moment, a young soldier's voice suddenly came from outside the tent: "Lord Mu, are you asleep?"

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

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

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

"Yes, I'll take my leave first." The young soldier delivered the things and retreated, and got up and left after clasping his fists.

"What is it?" Wen Heyin looked over suspiciously.

Mu Zhiming held the object tightly wrapped in thick cotton cloth, feeling the warmth of the object in his hands, he opened the cotton cloth wrapped outside in confusion, and was taken aback for a moment.

Inside is a hot soup pot.