The first time in history

The afterglow of dusk is like the most gentle brushstroke of nature, dyeing this winding river golden, sparkling like a golden ribbon inlaid on the earth, and even more mysterious under the caress of the moonlight. The river water gently laps the river bank, making a pleasant sound, as if whispering, telling the stories and secrets of passers-by over thousands of years.

Qian Mingduo stood by the river, letting the breeze blow his face, taking away his fatigue and dust. He stared into the distance, which was the enemy's territory and the goal he had to conquer. His eyes showed both determination and a subtle worry - this battle not only concerned the peace of the country, but also the fate of countless families.

The night was deep and peaceful, with stars like tiny diamonds inlaid on the dark sky. Qian Mingduo, dressed in golden armor, led 10,000 elite soldiers and found a place to set up camp by a river in the wilderness. The sound of horns, the sound of horse hooves and the busy figures of the soldiers intertwined into a prelude to the war. The bonfire swayed in the night, reflecting the resolute faces.

Qian Mingduo's eyes were like torches, scanning this quiet land, with a desire for victory and a concern for the safety of the soldiers in his heart. He sighed softly and decided to give himself a moment of peace, so he walked alone on the slightly muddy path, slowly walking towards the brook gurgling in the night.

Occasionally, the chirping of night birds could be heard around, adding a bit of vitality to the quiet night. Qian Mingduo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to find strength and inspiration from the breath of nature. He knew that as the commander of an army, every decision he made would have far-reaching consequences, and he had to be the beacon that led everyone through the darkness and welcomed the dawn.

Just then, a breeze blew by, bringing the warmth of the distant campfire and the whispers of the soldiers, as if reminding him that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, he was not fighting alone. Qian Mingduo opened his eyes, with a determined light in his eyes. He turned around and walked back to the camp with firm steps, with a clearer battle plan in his mind.

For Qian Mingduo and his soldiers, this night was not only a time for rest and preparation, but also a time for sharpening their minds and wills, and the last peace and accumulation before facing unknown challenges. The golden river shining in the afterglow of the evening seemed to be the most firm belief in their hearts, leading them to bravely move forward towards the dawn of victory.

Back in her tent, Ling'er had already cleaned it up. Next to the bed, there was a large wooden barrel with steaming hot water in it.

"Master, please take a bath." Ling'er said softly while taking off Qian Mingduo's armor: "Madam specifically told Ling'er that the march was too tiring, and ordered Ling'er to serve you a hot bath every night to relieve the fatigue of the march."

Qian Mingduo smiled and said, "Taking a hot bath every day is too luxurious."

"It's nothing, just boil some more hot water." For some reason, Ling'er's face suddenly turned red.

"Why are you blushing?" Qian Mingduo asked.

"Nothing." Ling'er lowered her head. "Ling'er just remembered when we were in the capital. It was the coldest time of the year. You used a big iron kettle to boil water. After you and Madam finished bathing, Madam Xiaocui and I also soaked in the big wooden tub. It was very comfortable and warm."