The matter is serious and General Yunhui and others need to discuss it again.
Ruan Mingzhu was asked out of the tent. Knowing that there would be no results for the time being, she walked towards the military doctor's tent.
Military doctors are people who are used to seeing big scenes. Zhao Sanniu has seen many injuries like this. Military doctors have treated the wound in less than half an hour.
"No internal organs were injured, but he lost too much blood and needs to be recuperated." The military doctor told Ruan Mingzhu, "Logically speaking, if he has been injured for so long without treatment, he should have developed a fever long ago. What medicine did you give him?" , how can you persist until now?"
Ruan Mingzhu dug through her bag and handed over the medicine Cheng Wanwan gave her: "This is the wound medicine Mrs. Sui asked someone to make."
The military doctor quickly took it, took it down and studied it carefully.
Ruan Mingzhu sat down beside Zhao Sanniu's bed, wiped the blood on him, put on clean clothes, brought in the fried medicine, and fed him to drink carefully.
Fortunately, Zhao Sanniu was more cooperative and swallowed all the medicine he was fed.
"mother……"
He murmured unconsciously and grabbed Ruan Mingzhu's hand.
Ruan Mingzhu sighed, feeling worried in her heart.
She originally thought that things would be solved after arriving at the Northern Xinjiang garrison.
But General Yunhui's thinking was not wrong. If he wanted to go to Xirong to save people, it didn't mean just sending troops there. There were too many things to consider.
She is not a general commanding operations, nor is she a minister in the Military Aircraft Department of the military. She doesn't know much about these things, but she knows that marching troops to fight is not a child's play, and cannot be done with enthusiasm...
Ruan Mingzhu had been extremely tired these past few days, so now that she had some free time, she lay on the bedside and fell asleep involuntarily.
It wasn't until the person on the bed moved that she was suddenly pleasantly surprised and said happily: "Zhao Jingyu, you finally woke up. You lie down first and I'll get you medicine."
Zhao Sanniu was lying somewhere, and he opened the quilt and was about to get up, but he pulled at the wound on his back, and he gasped in pain.
But he ignored the pain and sat up anyway. He bent down and started to put on his shoes: "What does General Yunhui say? Whenever he sends troops, I will go too!"
Ruan Mingzhu held him down: "Take medicine and drink porridge first. When you feel better, we can ask General Yunhui."
While the two were arguing, the curtain was opened, and it was General Yunhui who walked in: "I discussed it with my subordinates for three hours, and finally decided to write a note and send it to the capital as soon as possible, and wait for the emperor's decree. Send more troops.”
"It will be at least half a month before the emperor issues the decree!" Zhao Sanniu's eyes widened, "Half a month is such a long time, there are too many uncertain things happening, my mother can wait until we get reinforcements. Rescue?”
"Your mother?" General Yunhui paused suddenly, "Are you Mrs. Sui's son?"
He vaguely heard that Mrs. Sui had a son who was under the command of General Zhaoyong. Could it be the one in front of him?
"Yes, he is Mrs. Sui's son Zhao Jingyu, and I am Ruan Mingzhu, the youngest daughter of Hussar General Ruan Jingwei." Ruan Mingzhu directly confessed his identity, "We are not ignorant soldiers, General Yunhui Can you tell us your concerns in detail?"
General Yunhui had previously thought that the two of them were He Xiao's followers, so naturally he would not allow them to participate in military deliberations.
But now that their identities have reached a higher level, some things cannot be hidden.
"There are 100,000 permanent troops stationed in Northern Xinjiang, but the Laji Kingdom started a war and sent 30,000 to support, which means that there are only 70,000 soldiers left here." General Yunhui said with a solemn expression, "Northern Xinjiang Xinjiang needs to send people to garrison, and it can only send 50,000 people to Xirong to rescue people. Fifty thousand people... sounds like a lot, but do you know how many cavalry there are in Xirong? On the entire line bordering them and Dayu, There are as many as 200,000 cavalry stationed in Xirong..."
"Fifty thousand versus two hundred thousand, do you two think there is a chance of winning?"
"The prince wants to save her, and so does Mrs. Sui, but we can't save her now because we can't save her. Do you understand what I mean?"
Zhao Sanniu opened his lips and finally swallowed his unwilling words.
Ruan Mingzhu asked: "What does the general mean by asking the emperor to mobilize 200,000 soldiers before going to Xirong to save people?"
"This matter is not so easy." General Yunhui smiled bitterly, "The entire Dayu Kingdom has more than 400,000 troops. The southeast and northwest need troops to guard, and the major provinces and states also need troops to guard. The most important thing is that Dayu and Laji Kingdoms There is a war going on, and there are 100,000 soldiers restrained there... A country will not go to war with two countries at the same time. This will cause internal and external troubles to break out at the same time, which will be of no benefit to the country..."
This was said very clearly, even Zhao Sanniu, who had a weak heart, could understand it.
This means that General Yunhui will never send troops to rescue people at present, and even if the emperor is informed of this matter, the court may not...
"However, King Qin is the emperor's biological brother and the queen mother's biological son. The court will definitely think of something." General Yunhui's tone softened, "Anyway, let's recover from our injuries first and then wait for news."
As soon as the people sent by General Yunhui to deliver the message left quickly, the people lurking in Xirong Kingdom sent back the news.
"Mr. Zhao, Mrs. Sui is fine at the moment." General Yunhui said in a relaxed tone after reading the letter, "The King of Xirong has newly named a first-grade Dongzan doctor, and he will bury this high-ranking official with the etiquette of a first-grade official. Please also invite The most famous mage in Xirong was saved for ninety-nine and eighty-one days. According to various inquiries and speculations by spies, this doctor of Dongzan should be Mr. Zhao... At least, during this period of time, Mrs. Sui and Prince Sui will not have any chance of life. worry."
"Nine-nine and eighty-one days..." Zhao Sanniu murmured softly, "It seems that my mother already knew that Northern Xinjiang would not send troops to rescue, so she bought eighty-one days for the court to dispatch troops and generals... Mom is so smart, why am I always so stupid..."
He hit his head hard.
Ruan Mingzhu held his hand: "Aunt Wanwan is smart, so you should learn from her. You are already stupid, and the more you fight, the stupider you become."
"I want to return to Beijing." Zhao Sanniu clenched his fists, "I must find a way to persuade the emperor to send troops to rescue my mother."
"You are injured, why are you going through all this trouble?" Ruan Mingzhu frowned, "Besides, you are a seventh-grade commander, and it will be difficult for you to see the emperor when you return to the capital. Even if you do, you will not be allowed to participate in government affairs. It’s better to stay here and recuperate, and when your body recovers, we can go to the battlefield and defeat those bastards from Xirong!”
No matter what Ruan Mingzhu tried to persuade, Zhao Sanniu was determined to return to Beijing.
General Yunhui had no choice but to arrange a carriage and someone to escort the two of them back.
At dawn the next day, the two of them got into the carriage. The carriage was very comfortable and Zhao Sanniu could lie down to recover from his injuries.
He originally wanted to ride back to Beijing quickly by himself, but Ruan Mingzhu forcibly held him down, so he had to lie down patiently and close his eyes to rest.
The one-way journey from northern Xinjiang to the capital took three days at a rapid pace, and a full six or seven days by carriage.
The soldiers sent by General Yunhui to deliver the message had arrived in the capital three days ago, and Zhezi was also sent to the desk in the imperial study room.
