The man who came out, his iron tower-like body blocked the gleam of light in the tent. The fiery red lantern illuminated his dark and wrinkled face. Mei Liangchen still remembered him, the deputy general of the general's palace, Muren, who had just gone to the stable to ask for a horse.
When he saw Mei Liangchen and Barter, he raised his thick eyebrows and waved his hands with some joy: "You, little stable boy, come here!"
Mei Liangchen was still in a daze facing the fierce lieutenant, but his waist was hit hard by Battle, "My lord is calling you, Mayne!"
"Ah?" She calmed down, pointed to her nose, and asked, "Call me?"
Muren nodded impatiently, and before Mei Liangchen could salute and say hello according to Old Man Battle's instructions, he came over and grabbed the young man's arm and took him towards the tent.
Battle shouted urgently: "Sir, God of Thunder"
"Lead him to the hitching post!" Muren's rough, knife-like hands tightly grasped Mei Liangchen's thin arm and said without looking back.
"Where are you taking me?! I'm just here to deliver the horse. Sir, please let me go...Old Butler." She desperately turned around and sent a distress signal to the figure blocked by the soldiers, but it was of no use...
At the heavy curtain, Muren suddenly stretched out his hand to strangle Mei Liangchen's neck, and shouted sternly: "Don't scream anymore, especially when you meet the general. Serve him honestly, otherwise no one will be able to save you when your head falls to the ground!"
Mei Liangchen's eyes widened, he panted rapidly, and nodded slowly.
Stop barking. I promise you won’t bark anymore. Please take your hands away!
The cold grassland outside the Great Wall is as warm as spring indoors. There is a faint smell of spices in the air. It is not the ordinary sandalwood, but an aroma similar to orange fruits. It is fresh and pleasant, refreshing. The layout of the big tent is simple and clean.
On the desk were stacked pens, inks, paper and inkstones made of fine materials, and a thick gilded bronze oil lamp. The oil was burning so loudly that it made a beeping sound. Behind the desk, there was a complete piece of rare white tiger skin, and she was in the right position.
You can see a sand table for marching and setting up battles placed in a separate open space on the right side of the bear skin.
This is probably the Chinese military tent used by the general to handle official business.
"Who!" A cold bass voice suddenly came from behind the curtain of the big tent.
Mei Liangchen was startled, Muren looked nervous, and his hands became a little stronger.
"Ah..." Mei Liangchen couldn't help crying out in pain, was his hand a vise? Her arms couldn't bear it...
"General, it's me, Muren!" he replied respectfully.
"Hmm..." was a very low response, as if he was under freezing point, so cold that he couldn't help but shiver.
Muren bowed and said: "General, let this little stable boy take care of your bath for the time being. The servants are all kneeling outside the sleeping tent, and they can't find anyone suitable." The general came back from the emperor's banquet, looking like a
Looking gloomy, he completely forgot about his previous plan to travel to the grassland at night, and became furious at a group of servants in the house who did not know how to serve. No one dared to disobey the general when he was angry, including those who claimed to be noble and noble.
The royal family and nobles did not dare to have any conflict with the general. Everyone knew that in the Min Liao Kingdom, after provoking the violent but illustrious general Yelu Qingge, there was only death waiting for him.
Now, he ordered the sergeant to move the bathtub to the large tent where military affairs were usually handled, and decided to wash away the dryness here.