Emperor Leng's favorite belly black mad concubine

Chapter 1465 Burned to death together [4]

Nan Wushuang looked at Ye Xiyue and Qingluo seriously, and suddenly asked: "Then why are you holding torches?"

"Boss, this..."

"Do you want to burn this place to ashes? Didn't the commander-in-chief tell you, don't burn it!"

"But this place has already been polluted by the plague, and it will soon spread to the entire army. When the time comes, if there is no army from the north to invade, our entire army will definitely be wiped out."

No army in the north?Ye Xiyue heard these four words sensitively.

Ye Xiyue looked towards the wind not far away, there was a blood-red flag with the words: South.

Qingluo approached Ye Xiyue quietly, and said in a low voice: "It looks like this is the army of the Southern Empire. This confrontation must be a contest between the Northern Wu Empire and the Southern Empire."

Ye Xiyue understood it clearly.

She is no stranger to the Beiwu Empire, an empire ruled by Feng Wu.

As for the Southern Empire, she had never heard of it, but it was obvious that the national strength of an empire that could compete with Feng Wu was not much worse.

Qingluo's words fell into Nan Wushuang's ears. She looked at the two of them thoughtfully, and secretly thought about it. The two of them didn't look like they were acting, that is to say, they were not sent by the enemy?

Gathering his mind, Nan Wushuang's voice was unquestionable, "That can't burn them to death!"

"Coach!" Machufu wanted to persuade him again.

Nan Wushuang walked in front of Ye Xiyue with gentle steps.

Ma Chufu hastily stood in front of Nan Wushuang, "The coach is careful."

"Get out of the way!" Nan Wushuang said, and Ma Chufu stepped aside immediately.

"Who are you?" Nan Wushuang twitched his heroic slender eyebrows, and stared at Ye Xiyue's whole body.

"A fugitive."

"Beiwu Empire?"

"No."

"Then it belongs to other empires? After all, they are not the people of my southern empire."

Ye Xiyue didn't speak, she acquiesced.

She had no idea what position Lihentian represented in the middle world, let alone that Lihentian was a sacred place above the four great empires.

In the Middle Realm, there is an unwritten rule that Lihentian is the most sacred, purest, and most noble place, and it is the existence that the people of the four empires most look up to.

Nan Wushuang's gaze fell on Ye Xiyue's heart, and a not-too-heavy smell of blood came into her nose, making her clear that the girl in front of her was seriously injured.

"Report to the commander, three more soldiers have died." A small soldier came quickly to report.

Nan Wushuang's straight eyebrows furrowed together.

Ma Chufu beside him stepped forward and cupped his fists and said, "Commander, you can't hesitate now. You must isolate these people infected with the plague, and put these two people here together to burn them to death."

"Boss, you know very well in your heart that there is no cure for the plague at all. We have to stop it now that the plague has just emerged and is not too serious."

"Commander, please order!"

The surrounding soldiers knelt on the ground in unison. They were not afraid of death, but they were afraid that more brothers would die unexpectedly.

Everyone knelt on the ground with stern expressions and sorrowful eyes.

Nan Wushuang clenched his fists secretly, "Isolate them in batches, gather the dead brothers and burn them together. If there are no dead brothers, isolate them and send military doctors to treat them."

"Boss!" Ma Chufu wanted to suggest again, those who did not die have already suffered from the plague, and are not far from death. This is not what he wants to see, but he does not want to see more brothers die because of the plague. die.

(End of this chapter)