The moon is dark and the wind is strong, the weather is stormy and dark.
As soon as it got dark, a rare storm of this season started. The rain gradually increased from a drizzle at the beginning, and by the time three o'clock in the morning, a rain curtain had formed. The torches in the camp stationed in the granary swayed in the wind and rain, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.
Zhao Wei came back from work and wrung out the wet hem.
Turbid water dripped out.
She took off her helmet and fanned herself with it.
"What's wrong with this lousy weather?"
He added, "Fortunately, the autumn harvest is over, otherwise, I don't know how much food would be wasted after this rain. Tsk—Lu Zhizong, why did you take off your boots again? Can't you smell it? It's sour and smelly. Go out and get some rain water to wash it."
Her words were full of disdain.
Lu Ji just woke up from a good sleep and yawned.
He said angrily: "How dare you say that to me? Madam Zhao hasn't bathed for eight or nine days? Why don't you raise your noble arms and smell your armpits. You dislike my feet, and I dislike your sweaty and smelly body..."
I heard the sound of rain hitting the tent outside.
Lu Ji said: "Is the rain so heavy?"
Zhao Wei rolled her eyes, not wanting to hurt each other.
Only after joining the army did I realize the gap between imagination and reality. When I followed my father to play in the camp, my father would not let her go without a bath for ten days or half a month, and he would not throw her into a group of soldiers who had no conditions for bathing after ten days or half a month of training.
Naturally, her imagination of the military camp was all good—heroic young generals and well-trained soldiers who followed orders.
The reality is—
The snoring, smelly feet and body odor of my comrades.
Zhao Wei doesn't like rain. The air is humid, and his body smells sour and sticky. It's so uncomfortable. "It's raining hard. The captain orders you to pay attention to the waterproofing of the granary when you are on patrol. If rainwater gets in, the new grain will get damp and moldy easily."
Lu Ji covered his mouth and yawned.
I finally woke up completely after stretching.
She was about to ask something in return, but held back.
"Okay, I'll pay attention."
After the autumn harvest began, there were truckloads of grain trucks arriving every day, and the wheel marks seemed to be the same as normal grain, but she knew that there was not much real grain in the granary. Most of it had been secretly "stolen" and replaced with a large amount of flammable materials.
Just wait for the enemy to take the bait.
Of course, only a few people knew about this.
Lu Ji and Zhao Wei were also among those who knew about this.
However, before the enemy takes the bait, it is forbidden to discuss this matter in private. After all, the tricks of literati and scholars are hard to guard against.
Underestimating the enemy will only lead to defeat.
Zhao Wei listened to the sound of raindrops: "This rain is unfortunate."
If the enemy comes at this time...
I don’t know how much effect it will have.
Zhao Wei shook his head to get rid of the thought.
Why did the enemy choose a rainy day to rob our food
Lu Ji frowned: "Indeed, there are not enough rain gear."
The two chatted for a while, and it was almost time for Lu Ji to take up his shift.
She just complained that there were not enough rain gears, and it was not just a random comment, but there really were not enough rain gears. It was rare in Longwu County during this season, and the camp had temporarily sent in additional personnel, so how could there be enough rain gears? Lu Ji had no choice but to put on the helmet. Fortunately, there were scales on both sides of the helmet to protect the neck, which could also prevent the rain from entering the lapels. She wanted to use martial energy to block the rain, but this behavior was too extravagant.
It is allowed in peacetime, but not in wartime.
A brave warrior should try to conserve his martial energy as much as possible during battle.
She opened the tent curtains and strode into the rain.
The sound of rain covered the footsteps of the soldiers. The footprints left by the patrol were soon filled with rainwater, and dirty water splashed with every step. Lu Ji didn't care about these things. He gathered the people and started the normal night patrol. First he went to the granary to observe the waterproofing, and then went to patrol outside the camp.
The night wind howled, swaying the shadows of the trees.
If my eyesight wasn't good, I'd have thought it was a human figure.
"Nothing unusual here." Lu Ji thought today was just like any other day. When he passed by the camp gate, he saw a group of lights approaching from afar. Judging from their size and speed, they did not look like enemies. Lu Ji sent someone to negotiate for the password.
This is to prevent the enemy from disguising themselves as one of our own.
The password must be changed every three days.
The password is divided into two parts, just match them up.
Today's password -
The previous sentence is the capital’s national security.
The next sentence is Jingchuan Wenhui.
Lu Ji had no idea what this meant.
But it is said that it was from the lord, and the confidentiality is top-notch.
"Password!"
The soldiers sent out asked loudly.
at the same time-
A silver-white mass crouched behind the hidden shelter. Strangely, the rain from the sky could not get any closer than two inches away from her. Therefore, this person remained dry. Qi Shan came over and saw the lord's sneaky appearance.
"My Lord."
The silver-white ball turned its head when hearing this.
Isn’t the familiar face under the helmet Shen Tang
She asked, "Why doesn't Yuanliang take a break?"
Qishan: "It's coming soon, wake up now."
Shen Tang was shocked.
"It's finally coming? Hehehe!"
She is ready to go.
Shen Tang didn't think she was a magnanimous person. She had suffered a loss in Nanyu County, so she wanted to get back at other places. The ambush at Beishang County No. 1 Granary was only the first level. After Bai Su and the others defeated the enemy soldiers and retreated from the only way to attack them, this was the second level. She would take on as many enemies as they came, so that Qiu Cheng would not really think that she, Shen Youli, was a soft persimmon.
but-
This Qiu Cheng has some interesting stuff.
Shen Tang looked up at the rain, carefully maintaining a steady output of her spirit and carefully avoiding the rain. It wasn't that she was spoiled and extravagant, nor was it that she could waste money recklessly because of her large family and wealth, but she had no choice but to do so. Because no one expected that Qiu Cheng had someone who could make it rain artificially! It would be more appropriate to say "artificial rainfall" rather than "artificial rainfall".
The other party's scholar can hide his own literary energy in the rain.
God knows nothing, and ghosts know nothing.
There are eyes and ears everywhere under the rain.
This kind of method is really hard to guard against.
But, Qishan is very experienced.
He had dealt with scholars with similar methods, so he sensed something was wrong as soon as the rain started.
Shen Tang was quite surprised when he heard it at first.
Ask him: Why do you have so many enemies
Qi Shan said with a sour face: My lord also knows that man.
Shen Tang went over Qi Shan’s enemies in his mind.
He asked tentatively: Could it be Qin Gongsu
In the battle of Xiaocheng, Qin Li did use a similar word spirit, but Qin Li created fog out of thin air, while the scholar in Qiu Cheng's tent created rain. The two were obviously not at the same level - Qin Li did not need any external conditions to create fog, it just came out of nowhere, while the latter needed the help of the weather.
Of course, it is also possible that the latter is still raw and tender.
If he practices for a few more years, he will be able to achieve what Qin Li has done.
It has potential.
Qi Shan nodded, acknowledging her guess.
Because of this experience, Qishan was able to respond immediately. Fortunately, his master was both a man of great literary and martial spirit, so he managed to "hide" the 1,000 soldiers in ambush. Otherwise, his 1,000 soldiers would be invisible to the enemy, and the ambush would become a joke. After a few words, a little orange light rose from the direction of the No. 1 granary in the distance.