Capital Camp.
The cold wind rustled.
Chu Ang, the Military Commander of the Hu Jie Army, had called together all the officers, large and small, in the Hu Jie Army to the tent for a personal banquet.
"Brother Chu, it's forbidden to drink in the military; isn't doing this a bit inappropriate?" said another Military Commander, Xiao Xian.
"Oh, the capital's defenses are as solid as a rock, and we have An Yang Gong personally overseeing it. The armies of the Desolate Kingdom and King Yan are far from the capital, so having a drink occasionally is no problem." As Chu Ang spoke, he filled Xiao Xian's cup with wine and continued:
"This is top-quality wine; you'd regret missing it."
The officers nearby also began to persuade: "General Chu is right. It's a good time to have some wine to warm ourselves on this cold day, and in the dead of night, there's nothing for us to do anyway."
"Come, cheers."
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