Daze is a rainy city. When Gu Mang finished counting the food and grass, the sky was already dizzy, and there were thick clouds turning ink in the distant mountains, approaching the outskirts of the city. Gu Mang arranged for the monks who escorted grain and grass to go to the barracks to rest, and then ordered people to cover the tarpaulins on the haystacks of the granary. The wind was blowing outside the frontier fortress, and the little monks rushed to press the four corners of the tarpaulins in a noisy manner when the rainstorm fell. together. Gu Mang heard someone shouting: "Hurry up, hurry up, it's raining, stop eating fast, stop eating porridge slowly, we are trying to grab food from God!"
He used to shout these words often in Wang Bajun, so Gu Mang immediately raised his head, and sure enough, he saw an old man of his own with his trouser legs rolled up, standing on the grain and hay stacks, commanding and shouting.
Seeing that Gu Mang was looking at him, the old man walked over from the golden heap of grain: "Are you Mo Shuai's guard?"
"… yes."
"It's new, don't be foolish, our northern army guards also have to do something, come and help together!"
"Oh, of course." Gu Mang rolled up his sleeves and propped himself up with one hand, jumped up the heap of grains in twos and threes, and pressed the bricks and stones against the corners of the tarpaulin together with him.
The old department looked at him with satisfaction: "You are very flexible, no wonder you can work around Mo Shuai."
Gu Mang stepped on the soft heap of grain and chatted with him while pressing the cloth. That old part was a chatterbox, and he kept ragging around Gu Mang: "Hey, hey, we need to put another piece next to this one."
"This brick in your hand is not heavy enough. You don't know that the torrential rain and wind at the frontier is so strong that when the small bricks blow, they will go to the sky like leaves."
"What? Exaggerated? It's not an exaggeration at all. Don't look at me young. I'm an old man of the Northern Army. I was in the barracks when the Northern Army was still called Wang Bajun. , I fought with Gu Mang together. My rules for pressing bricks were taught to the next brothers by Gu Mang at that time."
Gu Mang thought it was interesting, so he endured a laugh and teased him: "Gu Mang taught you to press bricks personally back then?"
"Isn't it? He praised me for being smart as soon as I learned it. What are you laughing at? Don't believe it?" When he was in the army, let alone, he was quite human."
"Is it."
"Yeah, Mo Shuai is aloof and Gu Mang is friendly. The two people's military style is too different. When we were re-integrated into the Northern Territory Army at the beginning, we were not used to it."
Gu Mang smiled and said, "Mo Shuai is not arrogant. He is just not good at words. In fact, he treats you both very well."
The little cultivator moved a slightly skewed brick and said, "Hey, Mo Shuai is just like that anyway. He talks and does things so seriously, and he doesn't care about people coldly. But it's good to get used to it. It's good to give Wang Shujun a good gesture."
Gu Mang was stunned for a moment: "Give it to Wang Shujun?"
"Yeah. There are rumors that when the emperor reorganized the Eighth Army, he wanted to give it to Wang Shujun, or simply scattered them and distributed them to various military camps. However, I don't know how it happened. I heard that it was Mo. Shuai went to tell him something, and handed over the army to Mo Shuai."
"… "
The smile on Gu Mang's face faded a little, and he fell into thinking - it turned out that the original plan of Jun Shang was to dispose of the 30,000 remnants he left behind in this way.
But he knows what kind of person your Majesty is. If there is no exchange of interests, it is impossible for your Majesty to change his original thoughts at will. What did Mo Xi do to make His Majesty change his mind
"Oops, it's raining." The little monk poked him. "One last point. After pressing the bricks, go back to the camp to shelter from the rain. There are oil-paper umbrellas in the granary. I'll take you to get them later."
Gu Mang came back to his senses, nodded and said, "Okay."
The rain soon fell heavily, and the colors of the sky and the earth seemed to be washed out in an instant. Daze Daze, this is how this city got its name.
Gu Mang stood under the shed of the granary, helping the cultivators who put up the grain and grass to hold their umbrellas, and those who held up the barrier, all laughing and running away. The Northern Territory Army is still the same as when he was there before. Most of them are very energetic and optimistic young people. Even if there is a war tomorrow, it will not prevent them from chasing and playing in the rain pool at the moment.
"Come on, it's raining a bit, but you can go back by treading water." The little cultivator invited him, "Let's be like this here, the broken habits left by Gu Mang in the past can't be changed. He was the fastest in the rain then."
Standing under the dry eaves, Gu Mang smiled and said, "Because he was young back then, and now, he will definitely not be able to toss. You go back first, I will wait for the rain to lighten before leaving."
The little cultivator didn't force himself, he stepped on the water and disappeared into the depths of the rushing rain curtain.
There was no one in the granary. Gu Mang stood quietly beside the wooden fence, looking up at the vast land. The rain splashed a thick earthy smell, the eaves converged into a stream, and the ground was full of depressions.
He stood aside, watching the monks of the Northern Territory clasping their shoulders and making a fuss. He watched their young silhouettes go away one by one. Finally, he saw the twenty-year-old Gu Mang and the seventeen-year-old Mo Xi smiling at each other. With a piece of tarpaulin plunged into the rainstorm.
He blinked his blue eyes, and the shadows blurred.
When the rain faded away, Gu Mang opened the oil-paper umbrella and prepared to go back. When passing by the main tent of the Chinese army, I saw candlelight shining from the tent, and the dim yellow and warm luster was projected in the water pool.
Gu Mang stopped and thought, is it so late that Mo Xi hasn't gone back yet
He knew that Mo Xi had the habit of deducing the strategic plan by himself, but this time was too long. Don't say it again, it should have been deduced five or six times. He felt strange, so he put away the paper umbrella, leaned against the tent, flicked the curtain and walked in.
There was indeed a person in front of the sand table who was folded his arms in contemplation. Unexpectedly, that person was not Mo Xi, but...
Gu Mang was slightly taken aback.
Murong Lian
Murong Lian sat on the edge of the sand table, holding a smoky bong in his hand. He narrowed his peach blossom eyes and smoked lazily while looking at the sand table map. Maybe it was because the rain was too loud, or maybe he was too focused. He didn't hear Gu Mang coming in. He only raised a few small flags and dropped them at different dangerous places on the sand table.
Gu Mang watched it carefully for a while, and suddenly felt cold sweats - Murong Lian's position under the flags was eerily cold. Although the marching route was different from Mo Xi's, the way was the same ruthless and powerful. According to his layout, although the odds of winning are not as great as Mo Xi's, as long as he can win, the speed is even faster than Mo Xi's.
Murong Lian wasn't just playing, he was really deducing it seriously.
Moreover, he was constantly revising his thoughts, repeatedly changing the flags representing the power of different spells many times. Every time he adjusted, Gu Mang could see his very clear intentions and ideas...
Then in the daytime Murong Lian's casual attack strategy that could be cracked by Murong Mengze in two strokes
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Suddenly, a heart-wrenching, violent cough awakened Gu Mang from his thoughts. Murong Lian lowered his smoking gun, frowning and coughing. Thing - but he finally choked out a little bit of blood.
"..." Murong Lian wiped away the blood with a white handkerchief with gold trim, her eyes gloomy.
He straightened up, stared at the sand table for a while, then raised the hand wearing the sapphire wrench, and pulled out the flags carefully laid out on the sand table bit by bit, slowly destroying the entire designed battle situation.
After doing this, he tossed his white fingers and threw the scattered small flags aside, then sat down on the chair, raised his head, and closed his eyes extremely tired.
Deep in the dim light, Murong Lian's silhouette looked so thin and lonely. With his hands folded, he has been rubbing the face of the sapphire ring subconsciously.
After a long time, Gu Mang heard him murmur a sigh: "...It's ridiculous...I...Is it really not as good as you..."
Am I really not as good as you
These words lingered in Gu Mang's ears, almost ringing all the way.
He couldn't understand why Murong Lian had an idea but refused to admit defeat, why did he perfunctory at the military meeting
Why did he stay until the night was silent and no one was there, and then he was smoking a dream like a dream, and in the misty and desolate smoke, he played alone with the armored soldiers in front of the front, and deduced a magnificent lightning battle...
When he returned to the coach's sleeping quarters, Mo Xi happened to be sending a message to Jun Shang with a sound transmission. He released the sound transmission bird, and when he saw Gu Mang entering the tent, his expression was slightly relaxed.
"Where did you go? I came back so late." He touched his hair, "Did it rain?"
"...I went to count the grain and grass that was in the warehouse. It wasn't wet, but there was an umbrella." Gu Mang rubbed his nose, but didn't tell him about seeing Murong Lian in the main tent.
Mo Xi took him into his arms, warmed him up for a while, and said, "The pantry has come to deliver food, eat first and then rest?"
Gu Mang probed to look, and sure enough, he saw a few simple dishes on the table, and there was a bamboo tube next to it, with warm rice in the tube.
"You didn't eat either?"
"I'll wait for you."
Gu Mang opened his mouth, originally wanting to say that you don't know that your stomach is so bad, just leave me a little bit of what I'm doing. But seeing Mo Xi's gentle eyes, he swallowed the words again. He sighed, and pinched Mo Xi's jade-like face—probably the only one in the world who could pin Mo Shuai's face like that.
Gu Mang said helplessly, "You."
When I sat down at the table, I realized that those dishes were the ones that the monks of the Eighth Army in the past liked but couldn't eat. A plate of braised pork with bright sauce, served with steamed buns with white noodles, a plate of crispy bamboo shoots and lotus roots, and a bowl of egg drop soup, although it is not a delicate dish, but everyone in the army can eat one portion, which is not a small expense .
Gu Mang said: "You can really improve their food. If I wanted to give them a meal of meat at that time, I really had to ask my grandfather to tell my grandmother many times, or I had to sell my looks to coax the tavern at the head of the village. Pretty Widow."
Mo Xi made a bowl of soup, pushed it to him, and said, "You've done enough for them. You don't need to be a pretty widow in the future. If you really want to sell it, just sell it to me."
Gu Mang bit his chopsticks and smiled.
The egg drop soup in the military camp is boiled in a large pot, sprinkled with green onion. But Mo Xi knew that Gu Mang didn't like to eat, so he had already skimmed off the green onions on top. He watched Gu Mang gulping down the hot soup, dispelling the dampness brought by the shower, and his eyes gradually became very soft.
If it were anyone else in the world, seeing Mo Xi's eyes like this would feel like he was hit with evil, but Gu Mang wouldn't. After drinking the soup, he raised his head to meet Mo Xi's gaze, and grinned again naturally.
Mo Xi sighed, took out the white towel, wiped it on the corner of Gu Mang's lips, and then said, "Why is it still the same as before, never remember to wipe it after drinking the soup."
"Oh, young master, how can I be so particular about you? I grew up eating soil."
"… "
The two chatted for a while, and halfway through the meal, Gu Mang thought for a while, and finally decided, "That's right, Mo Xi, there is something I want to tell you."