In the Miluo military camp, there was a young man sitting in an inconspicuous open space in the camp. His face was extremely beautiful, his eyebrows flew into his temples like bright stars, and the bridge of his nose was high and his thin lips looked like blood.
He was holding the wine flask, tapping his hands intermittently, drinking while looking at the moon. Suddenly, an exasperated voice came from behind him, "His Royal Highness, King Qi!"
The young man did not look back. He just pointed at a nearby tent and said softly: "Jiang Hanze, I moved most of the food and grass for you before the night attack. How should you thank me?"
Jiang Hanze's face was dull and he coughed twice. The young man turned around and glanced sideways at him, "Are you injured?"
"It's a minor injury, nothing to worry about, Your Highness." Jiang Hanze lowered his head, but the young man became interested, "Is he the one who shot you on the tower today?"
Jiang Hanze nodded, and the young man laughed out loud, "Interesting. I originally thought that there are no masters in the capital, and the person named Shen can't even defeat you, let alone others? I didn't expect that such a number one person would come out and let you down twice. If I stumble, if I do it again, I'm afraid I'll give my life to someone else."
He stood up with the wine bottle in hand and said calmly: "You stay in the camp tomorrow and I will go meet that person."
"Hurt me?" The young man's expression darkened a bit. Knowing that he had made a mistake, Jiang Hanze immediately said, "His Highness is well known to the world for his valor and prowess, but His Highness has a noble status. How can he be easily put in danger? I ask myself to help His Highness."
"Jiang Hanze, do you think your injuries are not serious enough?" The young man snorted coldly, "If you dare to step out of the camp tomorrow, I will break your legs."
Jiang Hanze broke out in a cold sweat and answered yes. He was about to retreat but was stopped by the young man, "Also, you sent people out to spread the news that our army's food and grass were burned. After King Zhongzheng learned about this, he secretly sent people to escort the food and grass. , come here one step ahead of him."
"Your Highness, this is..." Jiang Hanze hesitated for a moment, then saw the young man's lips curved into a cruel smile, "Since they dare to make fun of us, they should naturally feel like being deceived."
"Well, in this battle we used the people of the capital as bait to lure Fang Zilan to fight, and we were already at a disadvantage. Now that the morale of the capital is high, it is not appropriate for us to fight anymore, and there is nothing wrong with withdrawing our troops." Mu Chuji calmed down, "However, you found out Is it over yet? She’s almost reaching her limit.”
Fang Zilan's hand holding the plum sword trembled slightly. She gritted her teeth, fearing that the Miluo people opposite would see any clues.
A voice in her mind said to her, "The killer is a common man's sword. He can kill one person in ten steps, kill someone thousands of miles away, and take the head of a general out of thousands of troops. However, against heavy soldiers and iron armor, he can only kill a person." If you can die in it, you will not die well."
An imperceptible bitter smile escaped from the corner of her lips, and her hands tightened subconsciously. She couldn't fall here before the time came.
Thinking of this, she raised the plum sword in her hand again and cut the throat of a Miluo man in front of her, cleanly and without any signs of exhaustion.
Jiang Hanze followed Mu Chuji's line of sight and looked over, but didn't see anything. Just when he was puzzled, he heard Mu Chuji say quietly: "It's almost time, withdraw the troops."
When Fang Zilan saw the Miluo people retreating, she sheathed her sword and took a few deep breaths while leaning on her horse. Seeing this, Deputy General Cao drove his horse to her side with a worried look on his face, "Boss?"
"I'm fine." Fang Zilan rode back to the city and said to Deputy General Cao as he walked: "Old Cao, go and have people keep a close eye on the people who have been let into the city, and don't allow them to move around at will, so as not to cause any trouble."
"Okay." Vice General Cao took the order and left. Fang Zilan looked at the injuries on his body and sighed secretly, fearing that he would inevitably be read by A Wan again.
She thought this, but did not bother to deal with the wound, but went to see the people who had just been released into the city. Several of them were seriously injured and life-threatening. She ordered people to call the military doctor and Awan while getting closer.
"Are you... Mr. Fang?" One person's hands were trembling, as if he wanted to reach Fang Zilan's clothes. She reached out and grabbed the man's hand, "Yes, I am Fang Zilan."
"Great..." Blood gushed out from the man's mouth, and he said intermittently: "Master Fang, with you here, we... feel at ease. You won't... abandon... us, right?"
"Yes, I will not abandon you." Fang Zilan's voice was filled with panic, "Cheer up, the military doctor will be here soon, you will be fine!"
"Master Fang, my... wife and children were... killed... by the Miluo people." The man burst into tears and murmured: "If I had known this, I would have gone... to join the army... and I wouldn't have..."
"Stop talking and save some energy." Fang Zilan's eyes turned red, "When you are healed, I will join the army and kill all the Miluo people to avenge your wife and children, okay?"
"Okay... okay..." The man held Fang Zilan's hand a little loosely, and she shouted to everyone around her: "Where is the military doctor?"
However, there were civilians everywhere, some were injured or frightened, and many soldiers were passing through, either comforting or looking after her, and they had no time to respond to where her military doctor was.
When Fang Zilan looked around for the military doctor, a dagger approached quietly from behind, but she was unprepared. Feeling a gust of wind, she was suddenly pushed to the ground and watched helplessly as the man blocked the knife for her.
"Killing someone!" Someone screamed, which caught Zhou Lang's attention not far away. He reacted very quickly and shot the assailant dead with one arrow.
Fang Zilan was lying on the ground, as if she had suddenly lost all ability to move.
She stared blankly at the person in front of her. She couldn't even say a complete sentence just now, and couldn't even hold her hand. The person who was on the verge of death actually tried his best to hold her down and held her down with his own strength while trying to survive. Her body blocked the knife for her.
Warm blood dripped on Fang Zilan's face. She watched intently as the man's lips moved. She tried hard to identify the shape of his mouth and vaguely made out the word "thank you".
Thank you for what? Before she could say thank you, should the person who died trying to save her say thank you?
She originally guessed that the Miluo people forced her to open the city gate to have a backup plan, so she asked people to keep an eye on the people entering the city to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the troubled waters to cause trouble.
What kind of chaos can the people of Miluo cause? It was nothing more than an assassination attempt on the coach, and everything worked together inside and outside, how could she not guess it? Then she was brought up as a target, hoping to see what monsters and monsters were hidden among the people, and someone would die for her.
If she had been more cautious, if she had been more calm, if she had been more careful, wouldn't the 1,500 people who robbed the grain, Vice General Chen, and the people in front of them have died?
Unfortunately there is no if.
It was too late, no one could answer her.
The person in front of him suddenly fell down and fell on top of Fang Zilan. At this moment, her eyes were filled with darkness and no light could be seen.
