When the last ray of sunset also dissipated in the sky, clusters of bonfires were lit in the endless tents, and the golden flames replaced the bright glow, reflecting the faces of the soldiers who stayed overnight on the grassland into golden red.
"It's time to eat." The sonorous and rich voice attracted the hungry cavalry sergeants to the bonfires in their respective military tents. When the tender mutton rubbed with spices encountered the flames, the fat fell down and made a sizzling sound, and it quickly rose on the fire.
Waves of green smoke, the aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of meat, stimulated the prairie men who took great pleasure in eating meat. On the grassland where the march was camped, there were only dozens of people in groups, watching the cooking soldiers hanging fans on iron hooks
The roasted fat sheep was removed and cut into tender meat and distributed to the salivating sergeants.
Barter ignored his hungry stomach and waited outside the general's tent with a melancholy expression, waiting for Muren or Lord Agula to give him some news about Mayne.
Mayne.
The ill-fated ponyboy Mayne has never returned to the stable since he entered the general's tent last night. Is he alive or dead? Has he followed the emperor's palace to the north? He has no idea at all.
Clearly. The only good thing is that there is no bad news about killing servants and feeding them to wolves or decapitating them.
But he was still worried about Mayne. During the seven years of living together, that boy brought him not only joy, but also the family affection that Min Liao people valued most. They had long been a family, connected by blood. Without Mayne, his
Life withered. Excessive worry kept him awake all night. The black bags under his eyes almost hung down to his cheekbones. Looking from a distance, Battelle's thin figure stood hunched by the road, looking even taller than a war horse running for a long distance.
Come tired and tired.
Muren's eyes were as wide as a bell!
He pulled the reins of the horse, stared at Agula, who looked a little more normal than his livid face, and said, "Did I hear you right? Agula! That bitch slave is actually a woman?!"
Agula was as surprised as Muren before, but he quickly accepted the reality and looked calm. "What does it matter? The most important thing is that the general is interested in her!"
Muren snorted coldly from his nose, stretched out his riding crop and pointed it at the general's tent: "Agula, don't you think what Tana said makes sense? That bitch must have some bad ideas for the general! Otherwise, why bother?
She has been hiding her daughter’s body all year round, with ulterior motives in the general’s mansion? I don’t think this matter is that simple. For the sake of safety, we’d better persuade the general to kill her!”
Agula frowned and pushed away the shiny riding crop in front of him. "I advise you to give up this stupid idea first, because it will only make you punished by whipping prematurely!"
"Agula!" Muren was a little angry.
Agula turned over and jumped on his horse, reminding Muren: "It's better to get the people here first. If it's too late, no one can save you!" He also had military affairs to attend to and had no time to waste time with the reckless Muren.
Muren was stunned for a moment, knowing that he had said the wrong thing again. So he lowered his face, followed Agula's horse and ran out of the tent.
In the boundless night, the little bonfires were like stars in the sky, constantly twinkling with light. The grassy smell was fresh and refreshing, making Muren open his mouth to exhale the turbid air that was stuffed in his chest.
"Lord Muren" A ghostly gray figure suddenly rushed out from the side of the road!