The first battle was somewhat amusing, but the subsequent battles weren't so simple.
Li Mu only played this time, afterwards, he had Tang Xiaobai stay in the rear.
On the seventh day of October, a night raid on Xiang City, pursued for hundreds of miles.
A battle at the banks of the Hun River, lasting three days and nights.
When he heard the sound of the golden drum signaling retreat, Tang Xiaobai put down his brush, walked out of the tent, and looked up to see a full moon hanging in the sky, bright and untouched by blood.
The direction of the camp gate was noisy and chaotic, with occasional shouts and orders, soon shattered by the thundering hooves of horses, the sound rumbling like muffled thunder striking the heart.
Tang Xiaobai walked two steps quickly and suddenly caught a delicious aroma.
The aroma of food.
Turning his head, he spotted a small, thin soldier holding a steaming bowl of soup.
Picking up with chopsticks, it was thin noodles.
