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"Azhe." Suddenly a man came in from outside the tent, with a low and gentle voice, he lit up a few more lamps, and the tent immediately became brighter, "When reading, make the tent brighter, otherwise it will be bad for your eyes. If you break your eyes, what can you do in the future?"

Ah Zhe put down the scroll and responded with a smile, "I know Brother Jiang, so I can see clearly. The conditions for marching are difficult, so I should save some money."

"The place that should be used is convenient and should not be saved."

"I thought there were still patients resting." Ah Zhe frowned, looking at Ye Donglan,

"Master Ye, this is Mr. Jiang, Jiang Shu."

Jiang Shu turned his head to look at Ye Donglan, nodded at him, and greeted him a few words, "What's wrong?"

Ye Donglan shook his head. "No, thanks to Young Master Jiang and Ah Zhe for taking care of me. I am very grateful for the movement."

Jiang Shu smiled, "You're welcome. During times of war, everyone is a poor person. If you can help, you don't need to be burdened. You just need to cultivate yourself."

The way Ah Zhe and Jiang Shu speak are very similar, both of them are very well-bred people, they speak in a calm tone without any sense of distance.

But the difference is that Ah Zhe is gentle, while Jiang Shu is mature.

Ah Zhe was not tall, with gentle features and a youthful appearance, while Jiang Shu was tall and muscular, wearing silver armor and a sword at his waist, with the heroic spirit of a military camp.

At night, Ye Donglan slept in the same tent with the two of them, and the two talked about the situation on the battlefield for a while.

"In this season, the animal husbandry in northern Xinjiang will be greatly affected, so they are almost determined to fight to the death. The current situation is not good for Dasheng."

"What did General Jiang say?"

"Do your best."

"That's all it takes."

Ye Donglan didn't understand these things, and couldn't understand them at all. He closed his eyes early, still thinking about his parents.

Early the next morning, Jiang Shu left the tent still wearing silver armor, and Ah Zhe was still studying in the tent.

_Jiao caramel hall_

"Azhe, what are your identities with Mr. Jiang?" Ye Donglan was very curious. The soldiers in the barracks wore single clothes and ate coarse food, but these two people not only had a refined demeanor, but also wore brocade robes and had more hearty meals. But Ye Donglan couldn't guess that any noble young man would come to this military camp, and he couldn't even study safely.

Ye Donglan turned a page, and said in a calm tone, "It's all about recruiting people, what's the status?"

Ye Donglan saw that Ah Zhe was not very interested, so he had to change the subject, "What book are you reading?"

""Book of Songs"" Ah Zhe twirled the pages with his fingers, without raising his head, "I'm reading "Wang Feng"."

"Really, I just read it before I left home. I like the sentence in it the most, 'Those who know me say that I am worried. Those who don't know me say what I want.'."

A topic immediately ignited the interest of the two of them, "It's a sentence from "Xiaoli", Mr. Ye has read the book?"

Ye Donglan nodded, "My father is literate, I have read some since I was a child, and this time I came to Beijing to rush for the exam."

"Scientific research?" Ah Zhe frowned, "If you are still at the border, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it in time. I don't know if it's luck or misfortune."

"How do you say that?" Ye Donglan was puzzled.

"It's okay, feel free to do whatever you want."

Ah Zhe smiled and said no more, but he didn't seem to read the book.

Even though Ye Donglan was curious, he saw that Ah Zhe didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask any more.

Quiet in the tent, the barracks was as noisy as ever, the north wind blew the banner outside the tent violently, which could be heard clearly inside the tent, mixed with the sound of horses outside, the clash of swords, and the noise of soldiers Together.

The horseshoes were in a mess, and Ye Donglan's heart was also in a mess.