The Eighth Year of Xuanhe, New Year's Eve.
Nightfall descended, an endless darkness swallowed the earth like a giant beast, the twinkling stars in the sky seemed like eyes peeking down.
In the military camp, several large pots were set up, Hu Qiang, Cui Shuang, and others with their personal soldiers were distributing dumplings.
Hu Qiang held an iron ladle, looking at the steaming heat in the pot, he glanced around at the soldiers: "Line up properly, there's enough for everyone, eat to your fill."
The soldiers of the Three Guards queued up, holding their eating utensils, rubbed their hands together, blew into their palms, their eyes fixed eagerly on the pot, swallowing their saliva.
Nowadays in the three armies, it's actually a mix of various fish and dragons, including the Celestial Master Army, Qingzhou Army, Yu State Army, and various defense forces, peasant armies from different places. Compared to when they followed other leaders, the treatment was nowhere near as good.
