By the time Mulan found a pair of boots that fit and training clothes that were only two sizes too big, it was growing dark. Walking out of the clothing tent, she searched for her assigned barracks. Each tent looked the same, and for a while, she wandered through the encampment, happy for the darkness and the solitude. After weeks of being alone, she realized she had grown used to the solitary sounds of the thoughts in her head and Black Wind’s hooves hitting the ground.

As she moved among the tents, she wrinkled her nose at the odd scents that filled the air. There was a distinct mixture of sweat, unwashed clothes, and undercooked meat. Even though she was hungry, the smell did little to entice her to fill her belly, instead making her queasy. Fires had been lit in front of the bigger tents, and soldiers stood around them, warming their hands, their booming voices all the louder in the stillness of the night. 本章未完，请点击下一页继续阅读！ 第1页/共10页