Outside Zhu Ying's tent, the bitter wind howled, making the canvas snap violently!
After winter arrived, Liaodong in the north had indeed gradually entered its season of brutal cold.
"General." Liu Lei stood straight, his expression respectful. He clasped his fists and bowed to Zhu Ying. "Same as usual, the hot water is ready."
Zhu Ying wore a red cloak and heavy armor. Though his attributes were powerful across the board, after a day of campaigning, his face still bore the fatigue left behind by the battlefield.
Looking at Liu Lei,
Zhu Ying smiled faintly and raised a hand. "Tell the brothers to go rest. Liaoyang has been secured now, and we need not worry too much about the battles to come."
"Yes."
Liu Lei answered, clasped his fists again in salute, then turned sharply and strode from the tent to pass on Zhu Ying's orders.
Zhu Ying watched Liu Lei's departing back and smiled faintly.
Then he slowly turned and entered the tent.
Inside the tent!
As the general now commanding the Daning Border Army, his quarters were naturally different.
Blazing charcoal fires warmed the entire tent. A steaming bath barrel stood nearby, mist rising from its surface.
Zhu Ying raised a hand and slowly removed the armor stained with blood and carrying the scent of rust. Then he untied his clothes and stepped into the bath barrel.
"Ah, that feels good!"
Soaking in the bath, Zhu Ying could not help letting out a satisfied sigh. His taut muscles gradually relaxed beneath the hot water.
Leaning against the rim of the bath barrel, he narrowed his eyes slightly. His thoughts drifted back to the rewards from this campaign, and an excited smile involuntarily surfaced on his face.
"This battle for Liaoyang really brought in quite a haul."
Zhu Ying