Su Zhatian, the male god of fast wear

Chapter 44 Blackening the general, you can't stop pampering! (1)

Thirty miles away in the north, where the Mohist army is stationed.

The battle at the border is tense, and the small neighboring countries jointly launch an attack.

The food and military pay that should have been delivered early in the court have not moved for a long time.

The soldiers fought hard for a day on the battlefield but could not eat a full meal, and the morale in the barracks was getting lower and lower.

Coupled with the approaching winter cold, when the road will be blocked by heavy snow, the food and military pay may be even more distant.

Without food, what do the soldiers eat?
Without military pay, how to add cotton coats and quilts for the soldiers to survive the winter?
Thinking of these questions, Mo Beichen's bushy brows were furrowed, his thin lips were pursed, and his complexion sank.

"General, it's not an option to continue like this!"

"What did the reply from the capital say?" the deputy general asked with a worried expression on his face.

"Vice General Zhang, you set off immediately to the surrounding towns to buy grain and grass from the people, and you can count as much as you can," Mo Beichen said.

"Now?" The lieutenant general couldn't believe it, "Winter is coming soon, how can the people sell food at this time."

"Give it a try."

"General, is there really nothing you can do about it in the capital?" the deputy general asked unwillingly.

Mo Beichen pursed his thin lips tightly and said nothing.

His silence is the best answer...

The lieutenant general's heart sank suddenly, and he clasped his fists together and said unwillingly, "Yes, this subordinate obeys!"

"General, general, we are saved! We are saved!"

A sudden and urgent shout broke the low atmosphere in Mo Beichen's camp.

Looking at the soldiers rushing in, Mo Beichen frowned: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"General, fairy fairy, it's a fairy!" the little soldier stammered with a blushing face.

"How decent!" Mo Beichen scolded coldly, causing the little soldier to tremble in fright, and his turbulent mood disappeared instantly.

"Reporting to the general, there is a fairy, no, no, there is a girl who came with a large amount of food and winter quilts, saying that they are for our Mohist army!"

As soon as An Wan was mentioned, the blush that had just faded from the little soldier's face crept up his cheeks again.

"Girl? Grain cotton coat and winter quilt?" Mo Beichen showed vigilance.

outside the tent.

The autumn wind blows, and the coolness hits the body.

Even though the men in the barracks had strong bodies, they couldn't help shivering, wrapping up their armor and autumn clothes tightly.

Among a group of heavily dressed soldiers, An Wan, who was dressed in fluttering white clothes, looked particularly abrupt and conspicuous.

The moment he saw An Wan for the first time, even though he was as calm as Mo Beichen, he couldn't help being taken aback.

A white floor-length dress, with looming red plums embroidered on the skirt, a red light silk on the arm, and a red brocade belt tied around the thin waist.

A red ribbon was tied with blue silk, and a strand of hair fell naturally on her forehead, flying with the wind, making An Wan more and more fairy-like.

The skin that can be blown away is fair and snowy, and the delicate face is slightly powdered, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, beautiful like a dream...

The four eyes meet, her peach blossom eyes are bewildering.

He has deep phoenix eyes, a delicate face with sharp edges and corners, bronze skin, and a good figure. At first glance, he looks like a god who has fallen into the world, handsome and extraordinary.

"Handsome!" An Wan praised in her heart.

This male protagonist looks majestic at first glance, not a weak chicken.

After a brief absence, Mo Beichen quickly came back to his senses.

His eyes paused for a second on An Wan's monstrous face, and then he looked at the obsessed expressions of the soldiers around him. Mo Beichen's complexion was slightly gloomy, and his eyes were slightly cold.

"Since the distinguished guests have arrived, hurry up and invite them to the big tent!"

(End of this chapter)