In the racecourse used for horse racing behind the main house of Lone Bamboo Manor, there is a blazing brazier placed every few steps.
The soldiers of Baima Yicong and the simply organized troops of Lingzhi are all gathered here.
A steady stream of canned meat and sticks were brought out from the kitchen. On the bonfire set up in the middle, two whole sheep were pierced with wrist-thick wooden sticks. A boy servant was sweating and roasting them.
This banquet did not adopt very formal specifications. On the contrary, it was so extensive that it worried Zhou Xing.
Compared with the Baima Yicon soldiers who ate refined salt noodles all the way and often had meat and tooth sacrifices, Lingzhi's two hundred parts were much more greedy.
On weekdays, what they eat is nothing more than wheat crumbs, beans, dried mulberries and the like, simply boiled into a pot and not seasoned with salt except in wartime.
At this time, after eating such exquisite meat, the original resentment of leaving home completely disappeared.
Although the two teams are now under Zhao Yun's command, the two teams do not get along well with each other, and there seems to be a wide gap between them.
All the soldiers of the White Horse Yi Cong wore uniformly issued uniform coats and protective shoes.
Over the past few days, I have become accustomed to the military's health regulations. Everyone's clothes, armor, beard and hair are neat and tidy, and they are much more energetic than the beggar-like family tribe.
As for the family members, they were wearing all kinds of clothes. Even though they had taken a bath, their hair was disheveled and their plain clothes still looked ragged.
The morale and temperament of the two are extremely different.
After the Battle of Yangqiuli, Baima Yicong, who had won a great victory, had completely gotten rid of the shadow of Yi Jing's defeat, and his morale was booming.
Family Trilogy, on the other hand, seems a little timid in comparison.
The white horse stood aside, laughing, feasting, and playing games like pot throwing.
On the other hand, Buqu was quietly working hard to stuff his stomach with meat, and no one spoke loudly.
Tian Kai sat at a high place and could easily observe the difference.
He frowned slightly at first, as this difference was not conducive to the integration of the team.
But then he figured out Zhao Yun's intention of ignoring it so coldly.
The surname of these tribes is Gongsun, but not the Gongsun named Gongsunyan.
They still need to suppress and win over, suppress and win over, repeat several times, and use both kindness and power to make them remember that they must work hard for whom they are eating.
Tian Kai, who wanted to understand a little, looked for Zhao Yun everywhere and wanted to praise him.
Only then did he realize that not only Zhao Yun had disappeared for some time, but Xia Houlan was also missing.
Just as he was about to look for it, he saw steward Zhou Xing coming over with some worry on his face.
"Mr. Tian, do you really don't need to prepare more wine?"
He knew that the army was full of pot-bellied men who loved wine and meat, so he mobilized a large amount of wine and livestock a few days ago.
However, Captain Zhao told him that only a few jars would be given out, so each person would only have enough to touch his lips.
Will such a banquet to reward the military cause dissatisfaction?
"No problem, just listen to Zilong!" Tian Kai naturally knew that with Zhao Yun's cautious style, he would never let the army get drunk and lose its combat effectiveness before its foundation was stable.
Although Tian Kai felt that those rotten fish and shrimps could not make any big waves, since he had handed over everything in the army, he would not question Zhao Yun's leadership style.
"By the way, can you see where Zilong is?" Tian Kai asked smoothly and saw Zhou Xing's expression was subtle.
"Here..." Leaving the banquet, he was in the little lady's courtyard.
It was Zhou Xing, the chief steward, who was ordered to summon people.
There was some hesitation on Zhou Xing's face. After struggling for a while, he whispered in Tian Kai's ear: "The young lady is still in the period of filial piety. This..."
His worries were rejected by Tian Kai: "Don't worry, Zilong is a very polite person. He knows what's appropriate. You can trust him as a person. Don't worry!"
After all, Zhou Xing only met Zhao Yun once and was not particularly familiar with him. He was also doubtful about Tian Kai's guarantee. He wondered whether he should secretly find some doctors and make preparations secretly.
In a short period of time, steward Zhou Xing had already thought about the long-term future.
"Tian Gong!" The person who came here was still dusty and had broken branches and fallen leaves on his shoulders. It was Zhang Ze.
"Captain Zhao, please come over with Manager Zhou and bring the map of the manor."
Tian Kai looked solemn. He had told Zhao Yun before that the hidden dangers should be cleared as soon as possible, but he did not expect that Zhao Yun would act so quickly and not even wait for the night.
Tian Kai and Zhang Ze walked quickly back to the main house. At Gongsun Yan's request, they vacated the mezzanine on the right side of the front hall of the main house and temporarily placed some desks and candlesticks as a place for discussion.
Zhang Ze stood at the door handle, Tian Kai stepped into the mezzanine, and saw Zhao Yun and Xia Houlan sitting among them. There was also a strange-faced Bai Ma Yi Cong soldier sitting at the end of the table. Even Wang Wu, who had just recovered from a serious injury, was also present.
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Seeing Tian Kai coming in, everyone wanted to attend and salute, but Tian Kai raised his hand to stop him.
Declining Zhao Yun's offer to sit down, Tian Kai directly sat down on Zhao Yun's right side.
"What happened to Zilong?"
Zhao Yun signaled to the soldier at the end of the table.
The soldier immediately left the table and cupped his hands and said: "Mr. Tian, when the lady entered the manor today, the sentry noticed someone snooping in the forest, but she kept silent."
"After reporting to Lieutenant Zhao, Captain Zhao ordered us to observe and follow up secretly."
When the soldier said this, Zhou Xing happened to come in holding a map of the manor, and was shocked when he heard this.
After Zhou Xing took the map, Zhao Yun and others unfolded the map on the long table and looked around.
The soldier who had just reported it carefully identified the picture.
They are all selected scouts from the army. They may not be able to read, but they can read maps with no problem.
After looking carefully for a while by candlelight, he definitely clicked on the sheepskin map.
"The two people who were spying on us returned to the camp here! In addition, there are many people coming in and out, and they may be planning something untoward."
"We found a lone man with a tongue caught."
"I'll come back quickly with my tongue to report, and there are two brothers watching over here."
"Well done!" Zhao Yun encouraged him in a deep voice, "Bring him here!"
The soldier immediately picked up a middle-aged man with wounds all over his body from the dark corner of the room.
This middle-aged man had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and his mouth was blocked by someone's smelly socks.
These white horses are all wearing protective shoes, and you can imagine the smell from their socks.
The middle-aged man rolled his eyes as his hands and feet were tied up with leather ropes.
The soldier took out the crumpled socks from his mouth, shook his saliva in disgust, then took off his shoes and put them on again.
The middle-aged man immediately seemed to come to life again, gasping for breath, and then opened his mouth to vomit.
Zhao Yun frowned slightly, not wanting to waste time, so he looked at him coldly and said: "If he vomits, let him eat it back!"
The white-horse Yi Cong soldier who tied the man put on a shoe on one foot and said yes with his fists clasped.
The middle-aged man with a bruised nose and swollen face hurriedly swallowed a few more mouthfuls of saliva to suppress the raging vomiting.
"Want to die or live? Tell me!"
Xia Houlan grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him into the candlelight.
Only then did the middle-aged man see a familiar face among the crowd of unfamiliar faces, it was the steward Zhou Xing.
"I said! I said!"
The middle-aged man lowered his head and sobbed softly, squeezing some tears from the corners of his eyes.