After confirming that there was nothing wrong, the little white flag was waved, and the people below began to carefully put the hemp rope, and the hanging basket began to sway slowly and slowly.

When his feet landed on the ground, he first stamped his feet, and then roared, "Where is the person who went up to test just now?"

So two sturdy soldiers with literary weight were pushed forward.

Feng Yong had runny nose, pointed at him and cursed, "It's windy above, why don't you warn me, do you want me to freeze to death up there? You've frozen me half to death, how can I observe the enemy's situation?"

The sturdy soldier lowered his head honestly and said apologetically, "Feng Langjun, it was my fault that I was negligent."

Both the Nanxiang soldiers and the Nanxiang engineering team can be regarded as disciples trained by Feng Yong himself.

Feng Tubao was rampant in Nanxiang, and his subordinates had the strictest requirements. If his performance was slightly less than what he wanted, it was normal for him to be beaten and scolded.

But in normal times, his treatment of his soldiers was impeccable.

Therefore, the soldiers loved, feared and respected this man of great ability.

At this time, this soldier, who was a head taller than Feng Yong, would only willingly bow his head in front of him and let him beat and scold him.

Feng Yong was angry and walked away with strange steps.

Others thought he was frozen, but they didn't expect that he was just acting to cover up the fact that his legs were not following instructions.

"Brother, when will we attack the city?"

Zhao Guang followed up and asked impatiently.

"What's the hurry? How many catapults have been made?"

"There are already six."

"It's too few. Let's wait until we reach ten."

Feng Yong waved his hand.

"But brother, I see that the walls of Naguan City are really thick and strong. This catapult may not be able to break it." Zhao Guang became anxious when he heard this, "Why don't I let my little brother test the city first today?

It’s better to destroy those antlers first.”

"Why are you so anxious? It's just antlers." Feng Yonghun said nonchalantly, "In my eyes, that thing is completely useless."

Zhao Guang was going to say something else, but Feng Yong suddenly sneezed, "Okay, you don't have to tell me, I have my own thoughts. Let the cooks in the army make me some noodles, add more pepper oil to ward off the cold."

It was already freezing cold in Longshan Mountain in February, and when he climbed to that high altitude, Feng Yong claimed that he was half frozen to death, which was not an exaggeration.

Seeing Zhao Guang scratching his head and ears, Feng Yong said "tsk" and asked, "Are you going to eat?"

"Eat it, why don't you eat it? These noodles with pepper oil are a rare delicacy, why don't you eat it?"

Zhao Guang swallowed a mouthful of saliva. In this mountain, it was a rare treat to have a bite of noodles sprinkled with pepper oil.

"Then make a few more portions and call General Wang and General Zhang over to eat some together."

Feng Yong ordered.

These days, he and others share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers, and he eats whatever the soldiers eat. Feng Yong was about to vomit, so he got an excuse to ward off the cold, so he treated it as a benefit to a few people.

With flour, noodles must emerge.

Put the steaming noodles in a big bowl, pour a spoonful of slightly red pepper oil on it, and finally pour hot soup on it. With a "suck" sound, the noodles and soup are sucked into your mouth.

It is rich in aroma, mellow and refreshing, oily and fragrant.

I felt the chill all over my body suddenly penetrated my body.

In the big tent, there were guards guarding the door to prevent outsiders from seeing it. After all, it was not a shame to open a small stove in private while eating and drinking with the soldiers on the surface.

Zhao Guang, Wang Ping and Zhang Yiju helped several people, all sitting on the horses, holding big bowls, just lowering their heads and snoring and eating and drinking.

"General, General Wang is back."

A guard outside the tent said.

"Let him come in alone."

Feng Yong sat on the handsome chair with a straight face, his mouth was full of oil, he didn't bother to wipe it, and said directly.

As soon as Wang Han opened the curtain, a scent of aroma rushed towards him. Before he could swallow his saliva, his stomach was already growling.

"Little General Wang is back. Are you hungry? There just happens to be a piece of noodles in this bucket. Let's eat together."

Feng Yong, who was in the tent, looked up at him and greeted him.

Wang Han touched his belly, raised his fists, and said unceremoniously, "Thank you, General!"

Immediately, I took the bowl on the table, picked it up with my chopsticks, poured a thick layer of oil on it, mixed it casually twice, and couldn't wait to put a mouthful into my mouth.

It seemed that he had been lying in wait in the mountains all night, and even though he had a woolen down jacket and other items, he was still very cold.

"How's it going? Did you catch the tongue?"

Feng Yong asked.

"Uh huh..."
Chapter completed!