"Back to the general, my subordinates are responsible for their duties and don't dare to take it lightly."

Yang Duanhe frowned and asked again:

"If you come back to camp, what can you use?"

The two guards looked confused when they heard this, looked at each other, and replied:

"General, I don't know..."

Yang Duanhe finally lost his patience:

"That's the stool. Do you have a stool?"

"Go and get two for me."

"Remember, don't let outsiders know!"

The guards all responded with "Promise" in unison, and were wondering when they left the camp:

It's just two stools. Why did the general make such a big detour?

And why can’t outsiders know?

Is there any secret to the stools made by the craftsmen?

However, the two guards didn't dare to ask more questions. They went back to the tent and each took their own stools.

Just as he was about to go out, he thought about it and turned around, each of them found a brown coat and wrapped it tightly before sending it to the commander's tent.

Yang Duanhe seemed to be very satisfied with the actions of his personal guards. He nodded and said:

"Just put it down, you can go out later!"

Then he added:

"Don't let others in."

The bodyguard responded and went out of the tent to wait outside with a puzzled look on his face.

Yang Duanhe looked outside, and after making sure it was safe, he spread a stool in front of the case and sat on it.

"Ouch... that's so sour!"

"It's really a good thing."
Chapter completed!