bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 301: An Empty City?

"Don't catch the cold again, take this medicine in three doses, and then come here to check."

Chi Hanqing put down a silver needle in his hand, raised his hand and quickly wrote a prescription on the table, and handed it to the patient in front of him.

The patient was a child who was still a little stunned, and the clothes on his body were also very thin.

He took the pharmacy and wiped his nose: "Mother... Madam, can you save my sister? Please, my sister..."

The child didn't know what to say, so he simply turned around, picked up a six or seven-year-old girl, and showed Chi Hanqing.

There are many people in line behind him.

Line up to enter the lobby of Qiushui Mountain Villa.

On the ground was the sludge brought in by the refugees and the dirty snow that had melted.

This place was temporarily rebuilt from the original Judiciary Hall of Wangying City. Since it belonged to West Asia, naturally there is no Judiciary in Wangying City.

Qiushui Villa, which accompanied the army, borrowed this lobby to provide temporary relief to the victims.

Chi Hanqing is a princess, so she shouldn't be here.

But she still came.

When it comes, the heart will be broken.

Seeing so many people suffering from cold and sickness, she never got up after sitting down after this plan.

"Your sister, she..."

Chi Hanqing took the little girl's pulse and looked at her somewhat absent-minded face.

"What has she eaten these days?"

The dirty little boy scratched his head:

"The food at home was collected by the teaching soldiers, and what I ate these days... are all bean noodle cakes given by the military men."

Soy flour cake?
How can it be like this when there are bean flour cakes to eat?

Chi Hanqing slightly took his fingertips away from the little girl's wrist, his eyes sharpened.

"Do you eat bean flour cakes, or your sister's bean flour cakes?"

How could such an honest kid snatch food from his sister?

"I……"

The little boy bit his lips tightly: "I made three vegetable cakes out of bean flour cakes and ate one."

He obviously felt guilty because he actually ate one pie and didn't leave all three pies for his sister.

Chi Hanqing felt pain in his heart, wishing he could pinch himself.

"What is vegetable cake?"

After a moment of silence, she showed a puzzled expression again.

The little boy finally explained clearly.

It is a cake made by mashing bean flour cakes into mud, adding cooked wild vegetable roots, and spreading them out again.

This way, it is more resistant to hunger.

Chi Hanqing bit her lower lip lightly.

Simeng produced grain, and it was still prosperous in the early years.

Among the patients seen at Qiushui Mountain Villa, very few of them got sick from starvation.

But after all, she has no way to let the little brother and sister go to get rations.

Because there is a long dragon behind them.

"Take the medicine first, find a sheltered place to rest, and wait for the arrangement of the National Army Division."

Chi Hanqing said in his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and added: "It will be fine."

The little boy nodded half-understood, and hugged his sister back: "Thank... Thank you, Ma'am."

"I also want to thank Your Highness."

Chi Hanqing did not forget to speak.

If it weren't for His Highness who was willing to violate the etiquette and law, how could this concubine of hers show her face as a concubine.

The little boy looked at the spotless concubine in front of him who seemed to have stepped out of a myth, and slightly lowered his eyes: "Thank you, Your Highness."

After they leave, the next patient will naturally come forward.

Their injuries are okay, but most of them are strangely vacant, looking very weak.

Chi Hanqing sighed, and looked at the other doctors in Qiushui Villa around.

Perhaps Qiushui Villa shouldn't have brought so many herbs this time, but it should have brought food.

But she also knows her father too well, those medicines are naturally for the officers and soldiers of the National Army Division.

This is really not a solution, either send food quickly, or send the victims into customs.

As Chi Hanqing thought about it, the joy in his heart that he didn't have to be a concubine had already dissipated in the wind of Bailan Mountain.

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"nobody?"

Xingzhou, Han Dongwen frowned at Tilda.

"nobody."

Tilda's expression was very calm: "There is no one from the people, from the teaching soldiers."

How could she wait?

She has already come to the border of West Asia, what can stop her?
So Tilda rushed directly into West Asia and Taris parish without saying a word.

But there was no one.

People, soldiers, Gascon.

The entire diocese suddenly changed overnight, and became clean, without a single person.

Tan Taiming next to him bowed his head and saluted: "Your Highness, before yesterday, the scouts could still see the troops and horses on the border of West Asia, and the diocese of Talis was full of people, but today, as the Grand Duke said, there is no one at all."

Han Dongwen held his chin, thought for a while and asked, "Where are the things? Are there any supplies left by the Talis Diocese?"

The answer is naturally no.

If Simeng likes it, he can drive into West Asia now.

Tilda can now live back in the Grand Duke's mansion.

Han Dongwen looked at Tilda, and his voice became weaker: "Well, is there..."

Tilda shook her head.

Naturally, there is no trace of the Holy Grail.

The aliens have already complained because there is no battle to fight, only the same escort mission.

The whole of West Asia, the whole of Talis Diocese seems to have become a ghost city overnight.

However, it was impossible for the frontier defense to withdraw from Qingshan. For a while, it seemed that Simeng had fallen into a situation of being consumed again.

run away?

Where can a whole country escape to?
Han Dongwen leaned back in the chair and rubbed his temples.

From the player's point of view, now is the time to follow the NPC army into the enemy country and prepare to show off your skills.

All the people from the enemy country disappeared, presumably some kind of cutscene was involved.

Players will naturally wait for the end of the cutscene to officially start the fight.

But breaking this bureau has become the responsibility of the NPC.

Han Dongwen sighed, he didn't expect that he would pick this problem.

If you can't break the game for a long time, how will you be scolded by Simeng players?
[Too mentally handicapped, I took an event mission, ran over but couldn’t play it, garbage game]
He seems to have been able to see such a post.

"Post..."

Han Dongwen was taken aback and stood up.

"What's wrong?" Tilda asked next to her.

"Sleepy, take a nap."

Han Dongwen turned around without saying a word, and walked towards the main cabin surrounded by his servants.

Tilda sat on the spot, looked at Han Dongwen's back, turned her head again, and blinked suspiciously at Xiao Hongdou beside her.

Xiao Hongdou lowered her head slightly: "Your Highness works hard on weekdays, that's what happens."

"You look like a child." Tilda was obviously displeased.

Xiaohongdou immediately said: "No, no, Your Highness has rested, and he can always come up with new ideas. With so many things to think about, naturally... naturally, he will rest more."

Tilda looked at Xiao Hongdou, smiled and sighed: "Your Highness, you really deserve the hearts of your servants."

Xiao Hongdou wanted to say something, but after thinking for a while, she still kept silent.

main house.

Han Dongwen naturally came back to read the post.

No matter what tricks Gascone pulled up, someone was always going to let it out.

Stranger.

It's not that the foreigner in West Asia can't speak firmly, it's a cognitive problem.

In the game, NPCs are required to keep secrets. Even if the most role-playing players can keep their mouths tight in the game, they will definitely discuss it outside the game.

It is really lucky to be able to see the plates between the shepherds.

Han Dongwen first glanced at the Simeng board, and as expected, players gradually began to appear who felt that the border incident had become boring.

It wasn't a good thing, he opened the shepherd's room a little distractedly.

Posts can still be seen.

The first page.

The second page.

Han Dongwen didn't click on any of the posts, but just quickly browsed through the list.

After a while, he put the Xuanji plate back on the table and let out a long breath.

"How many things?"

The main boards among the shepherds are all postings of exploits by West Asian players!

In those posts, West Asian players smashed the Simeng officers and soldiers on the border battlefield of Bailan Mountain, massacred heretics frantically, highlighting a hearty and unstoppable power of a god.

Judging from their posts, they have even successfully counterattacked the Five Cities!

The screenshots are vivid and real, and the discussions are intense and eager.

Successfully counterattacked the five cities?

Han Dongwen stepped on the wooden board under his feet with the sole of his boot.

They succeeded in counterattack, so where is this place?
They succeeded in defending the Catholic Church, why is Nacia an empty city?
He looked at the scenery outside the porthole, only feeling a little headache.

There is no doubt that this is the Five Cities of Wangying.

But there is no doubt that the stage where the players in the post are lively and active is here.

It's like two completely different time and space, only similar stages.

A fear crept into Han Dongwen's heart.

Could it be that I have already entered the dungeon and am about to be maxed out by endless player wheels?
Could it be that Simeng had already lost at some point, and now I can only wait for West Asian players to crusade?
No...not possible.

His mind calmed down a bit.

The evidence is that Simeng players are still waiting for the plot to progress.

Han Dongwen closed his eyes and lay down on the bed.

He still decided to go back to machine No. [-] to take a closer look at the current situation.

(End of this chapter)