One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty: Facing Xu Pei, the First Prince to Kill (20)
The genius remembered the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! Yang Si narrowed his eyes, barely seeing Jiang Pengji coming from the backlight.
Enduring the pain, he stood up with his uninjured hand supporting the rock under him. Seeing this, Jiang Nongqin helped him up.
"The sinner, Yang Si, has seen the lord."
Yang Si took a few steps forward to meet her. Jiang Pengji had already galloped her horse closer, and got off her horse neatly, and lifted Yang Si up with one hand.
"What sinners are not sinners?" Jiang Pengji frowned tightly, staring at the white cloth tied to his shoulders, because Yang Si moved a little too much, the wound that had just stopped bleeding burst open, and spots of bright red slowly ooze out , with a blush.
With a pale face, Yang Si said shamelessly, "The sinner's command was improper, resulting in the death of thousands of soldiers..."
Jiang Pengji thought it was something, and he couldn't be blamed for this matter.
A fool will gain something from a thousand worries, and a wise man will lose a thousand things.
Yang Si is a human being, not a brain——
No, even a celestial brain has made mistakes, let alone a mortal?
In the final analysis, this cannot be regarded as Yang Si's fault, it can only be blamed on the enemy's superiority.
He is good, and he will take the blame for him.
"How can anyone not die in a war?"
Thousands of elites died here, and Jiang Pengji felt distressed, but this was not a reason to throw the blame around and shirk responsibility.
Yang Si's lips fluttered for a while, and the bloodshot eyes actually glistened, which made others feel sad.
"In this matter, you have tried your best to deal with the enemy, and even saved most of your troops. What am I blaming you for?" Jiang Pengji said helplessly, "If you feel sorry, then you should take good care of your wounds. This time, you suffered from Han Yu's hand. Lost, find the place next time."
Yang Si stopped the loss in time, and more than 10,000 elites saved more than 6,000.
Most of the casualties were in the Guxu Canyon. In that case, some people could withdraw. Who can say that Yang Si has done nothing?
Jiang Pengji turned her eyes to Qin Gong, and said, "Captain Qin is seriously injured, why don't the doctors take care of it?"
In ancient times, medical skills were backward. In her era, missing arms and legs could grow back in minutes, but it would not work here.
Although Qin Gong didn't have any missing arms or legs, the wounds on his body were quite terrifying, and there was a palm-length scratch on his face.
Suddenly being named by Jiang Pengji, Qin Gonghun's wandering thoughts came together quickly.
"My lord, my lord—"
Qin Gong called out, but his mind was still in a mess, so that he suddenly lost his voice and didn't know what to say.
Jiang Pengji said calmly, "I'll talk about what's going on later, Captain Qin will go and treat the wound first, so as not to lose too much blood."
Qin Gong thought that he would be reprimanded like a storm, but it turned out to be warm and caring, which scared him a little.
Accustomed to a willful protagonist like Xu Fei, Qin Gong is already mentally prepared to take the blame for the seventy-two tricks.
No matter what the reasons are, it is an indisputable fact that Qin Gong lost nearly 40% of the troops under his leadership.
If the lord was furious because of this and used military law to deal with him, he would have no complaints.
Fortunately, Jiang Pengji didn't know what Qin Gong was thinking, if she knew, she would probably roll her eyes.
Is she the kind of indiscriminate protagonist?
"My lord, I want Gong Liao to lead the remnant troops to evacuate first." Yang Si slowly sat back on the boulder, took a deep breath in secret, and suppressed the pain in the wound, "Gong Liao didn't know that the lord led the reinforcements to arrive, Can a messenger be sent to bring him back?"
Jiang Pengji joked, "Naturally, otherwise Gong Liao would go in the wrong direction and run into the enemy's lair."
At that moment, Jiang Pengji sent a messenger to chase Cheng Yuan back.
Cheng Yuan was a little dazed at first, he grabbed the messenger and asked three or four times before he accepted the surprise.
He who had been prudent suddenly collapsed, with a weeping and laughing expression on his face.
"God bless my lord—God bless our army—"
After being ecstatic, Cheng Yuan asked about Yang Si and Qin Gong's situation in detail, and when he learned that they were still alive, Cheng Yuan almost cried with joy.
He hastily assembled his troops and horses,
Go back the same way.
When he fled, his heart was as heavy as a mountain, and all kinds of negative emotions made him breathless.
When going there, Cheng Yuan wished he could put a pair of hot wheels on the soles of his feet, and fly over with a zig-slip sound.
The galloping horse is galloping, the sleeves are filled with wind, and the scarf that binds the hair is flying non-stop.
When he arrived with his troops, the simple camp had already been set up, and pots were set up on piles of bonfires, and omnivorous food was gurgling in the pots.
The smell of food wafted into everyone's nostrils, causing thunderous noises in everyone's stomachs.
The surviving soldiers were so hungry that they opened their mouths to eat the white rice just out of the oven.
The hot rice rolled in their mouths several times, making them shiver.
Their tongues were burned red, and they were reluctant to spit them out, but swallowed them whole.
The heat rolled down the mouth and into the esophagus, hot, warm and satisfying. Many people had already shed tears and sobbed while holding the bowl.
Some people grabbed the rice with their hands in a hurry, cried for a while and then laughed.
These days, they drank water to fill their stomachs, ate wild grass and bark, and had to tighten their belts when they were so hungry. A group of people were already so hungry that their eyes were blue.
The same is true for Yang Si, but now he encounters an embarrassing accident.
His entire right arm was tightly wrapped and hung on his chest, and it was unnatural to use chopsticks with his left hand.
The big ones are okay, they can be picked up without being awkward, but he can't pick up the small ones.
"Oh—I hate that I'm not Zixiao—" Yang Si was envious for a while, and then put down her chopsticks unhappily. Wei Ci's left and right hands are very flexible, his left hand uses chopsticks as well as his right hand, and he handles official documents with both hands, which is a skill that ordinary people can't learn.
Just as he was thinking, a wooden spoon appeared in front of him.
"Thank you Captain Jiang—"
Yang Si was a little flattered.
This female school lieutenant is usually very cold, except for the lord, she has never let anyone else go.
Yang Si has never dared to provoke such a person.
She can condescend to get herself a spoon, it's like the sun rising in the west.
"No thanks, it's inconvenient for the military commander to use chopsticks, I'm afraid I'll lose my dignity in front of the lord—"
Yang Si: "..."
Hehe, the sun is still rising from the east today, this unapproachable captain never leaves his lord's words.
Yang Si couldn't help muttering, Jiang Nongqin faintly heard his name.
"military adviser?"
Yang Si coughed lightly, ate with a spoon, and avoided Jiang Nongqin.
It was Jiang Pengji who heard what Yang Si said.
She glanced at Jiang Nongqin, her face was as motionless as a mountain, and she thought to herself.
Taking advantage of Jiang Pengji's meal time, the frightened audience quietly poked their heads out, and a few sporadic barrages finally appeared on the blank screen.
[Shen Jiang]: Excuse me—can I post barrage now?
[That Season]: Yes, it should be fine, right?
The audience in the two planes cried like a storm in their hearts, even though they were separated by one plane, the murderous aura made them tremble.
When watching the live broadcast, they always felt that Jiang Pengji would suddenly yell, split the screen with a knife, and kill them.