In Yansui Town.
The other soldiers were still on duty at the Great Wall, while the King of Zhao personally led the celebration party for the Three Thousand Battalion.
Although it was called a celebratory feast, there was actually nothing much. After all, there were hundreds of thousands of soldiers guarding the place, and the food supply was limited.
However, there was enough wine. In fact, for those soldiers, wine was enough.
In the military camp, the soldiers of the 3,000 Battalion sat around the bonfire, drinking the liquor in their hands wantonly. From time to time, laughter could be heard.
After drinking too much, they liked to brag. These Mongolian men had followed Zhu Di for so long and had learned this.
"Let me tell you, today's battle was the most enjoyable I've ever fought in my life!”
"Isn't that so? We didn't even do much, and all of them were killed by the warhorses.”
"That warhorse seemed to have gone mad. It was even more excited than us. Moreover, after coming down, my warhorse directly ate two meals of grain, making it very happy!”
While
they were talking, they did not mention the strange feelings that had happened to their bodies, but they still vaguely talked about it.
They had no choice but to say it. This was really suffocating. However, they knew in their hearts that there were people guarding the outside of their Three Thousand Battalion. There was no risk of it being leaked.
As they spoke, they couldn't help but look at the tent in the distance. Their eyes were filled with reverence.
Then, the leader, who was also their general, seemed to have thought of something. He drank two bowls of wine in a row as if he was emboldened, and then stood up with a jar of wine.
Soon, he arrived in front of the tent.
For some reason, when he walked here, his heart began to panic again. It was a kind of reverence for the unknown.
However, he still took a deep breath and shouted into the room.
"General!"
A moment later, a calm voice came from inside.
"Come in."
Hearing this, he grinned and strode in.
Although the soldiers outside the tent were still chatting, their eyes were more or less on the place. They seemed to be very concerned about the situation here.
Inside the tent.
The Han King, Zhu Zhanji, and Zhu Zhanyu sat at a table. The table was filled with all kinds of delicacies, making people drool.
These were naturally all arranged by the Zhao King. No matter what, he couldn't let Zhu Zhan Xin suffer.
"Batum, what happened?"
King Zhao turned to look at him. As a general of the 3,000 Battalion, he naturally remembered Batum's name.
"General is brave and brave. This subordinate admires you. I hereby come to propose a toast to General!”
Batum stepped forward and looked at the King of Zhao with a solemn expression before drinking the wine in one gulp.
The King of Zhao laughed and drank the wine.
Batum then looked at Zhu Zhanji.
"Your Highness, this subordinate also toasts you.”
"General Batum is too polite.”
Zhu Zhanji respected him as a general of the 3,000 Battalion.
After drinking, Batum looked at Zhu Zhanshi with a trace of respect and fear in his eyes.
He wasn't stupid. After these few days of interaction, he had long seen the strange relationship between Zhao Wang and Zhu Zhan Xin.
Although the Zhao King had the most authority, he took special care of Zhu Zhan Xin. At first, they didn't understand why.
It was only when they felt the abnormality of their bodies when they were training that they realized that it was all because of this unremarkable prince.
This also explained why the King of Zhao was so eager to please him.
However, knowing was just knowing. There were some things that could not be said.
"Your Highness."
He took out a wine jar and poured a cup for himself. Just as he was about to toast Zhu Zhan, the King of Zhao called out to him.
"Batum, my nephew can't drink.”
As he spoke, the King of Zhao looked at Zhu Zhan Xin.
"Nephew Zhanchen, just drink some tea.”
He nodded, then poured a cup of tea and drank it. Batum didn't care about this. He was happy to see Zhu Zhan Xin willing to drink it.
"Then this subordinate will not disturb Your Highnesses 'mood.”
With that, he left.
After coming out, everyone looked at Batum who had just walked out of the tent.
Batum collected his emotions, then picked up the wine jar and started drinking.
Seeing him like this, everyone understood what was going on and shouted loudly.
Inside the tent, Zhu Zhanji heard the commotion outside and turned to look at the King of Zhao.
"Third Uncle?"
King Zhao raised his hand.
"Batum is a smart man. He knows what to do.”
Then, the King of Zhao looked at Zhu Zhan Xin and smiled.
"Nephew Zhan Chen, today was the most satisfying battle that Third Uncle had ever fought.”
As he spoke, he took a sip of wine and sighed.
"Not to mention this Valla, I can defeat all the enemies in the Northern Territory. By then, I can also be like the famous generals of ancient times, sealing wolves and drinking horses in the vast sea.”
Sealing Wolves and Drinking Horses were temptations that every general could not resist. This meant that they could leave their names in history.
Zhu Zhanxin's eyes lit up when he heard that.
"Well, Third Uncle, you're not doing well now.”
If the King of Zhao was willing to go, then it would be easy.
Who knew that King Zhao would shake his head.
"Forget it, your third uncle has finally thought it through. So what if Feng Lang Ju Xu? He'll still be a pile of dirt after a hundred years.”
"But Third Uncle, this is a feat that will leave a name in history. Future generations will admire your great achievements.”
Zhu Zhan continued to persuade him.
"Hahaha, nephew Zhan Chen, it's normal for you to still have some ambition, but you already have a third uncle's child, so why are you still thinking about these empty titles?”
As he spoke, he lifted a glass of wine and looked ahead, his gaze gradually drifting.
In the past, he had no choice but to help Second Brother fight for the throne. There were some things in the imperial family that could not be fought for.
He also had to think about his descendants. Now, the Zhu family had an immortal.
Now, who would fight for that position? Cultivation and longevity were the most important.
Zhu Zhan Xin looked at the King of Zhao and sighed. He thought to himself that he could no longer count on this Third Uncle. He had already lost his ambition.
Then, he looked at Zhu Zhanji.
"What's wrong, Fifth Brother?"
Zhu Zhanji met his gaze in confusion.
"It's nothing."
He smiled.
Even his elder brother couldn't do it. Although Zhu Zhanji still had ambitions, he understood Zhu Zhanji very well.
He would never bring him to the grasslands to torment himself.
Since King Zhao could not do it, and neither could Zhu Jiji, then he could only do it himself.
Since he was just staying here, he might as well go to the grasslands to play.
Of course, he could not tell them about this. He had to think of a way to secretly bring the 3,000-strong battalion away.
He looked at King Zhao and suddenly had an idea.
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