The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 290
In the evening, the rain gradually stopped, and a rainbow hung in the sky.

Jiangling City has been destroyed, Daqi's soldiers are drenched and embarrassed, but their faces are full of pride and pride.

General Xiao led his troops to escort the prisoners of war, counted the results of the battle, and at the same time repeatedly stated that ordinary people in the city were not allowed to be harassed.

In the rear camp, the increase in the number of wounded soldiers gradually slowed down, and the slightly wounded dispersed after being bandaged.

For those who were seriously injured and in unbearable pain, Liang Cen ordered people to decoct anesthesia and take loose powder, and pour them down one by one.

"Su Ying, you should pay the bill first."

She raised her sleeve and wiped the thin sweat from her forehead, and said with a smile: "Liang military doctor, I'm fine, I can hold on."

The surrounding soldiers also persuaded:
"Xiao Su, go back and rest."

"It's been three days, and I just slept for a few hours, and my iron body can't stand it."

"Already thin, if you continue to suffer, be careful that you won't be able to marry a wife in the future."

Every word you say makes her dumbfounded.

The washed and blood-stained bandages were left to dry, and she asked casually, "It's been three days since the siege, and now it's the hour of the year. I don't know how the battle is going?"

"The first two days were like a joke, but today we really fought a bloody battle." A soldier who had just retired from the front line described vividly, "Although it was raining heavily, the coach stayed in front of the battle. We have never left, just thinking of the Holy Majesty is advancing and retreating with us, we will have endless energy."

Another soldier interjected: "I heard from the deputy general that the commander seemed to have been waiting for something. He waited for two days before launching a fierce attack. He didn't want unnecessary casualties."

"Broken! Broken—!"

A teenager shouted and ran past.

Someone grabbed it and asked anxiously, "What's broken!"

"Of course it is Jiangling City, it will be destroyed in three days, as expected!"

Everyone was in an uproar and smiled happily.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief and raised the corners of her lips.

At this time, there was a burst of noise, and a group of people arrived surrounded by a tall and handsome man.

The man's eyes are serious, not angry and majestic, and the armor still has traces of rain, shining brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The ground saint of the camp did not need to kneel down to worship, but everyone still couldn't help but say in unison: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

He nodded slightly, looked over the crowd, and saw her standing under the tent.

It looked a bit haggard, not even tidy, but in his eyes, it was still amazingly beautiful.

With a sweet smile, she pinned a strand of hair behind her ear, slightly parted her red lips, and silently called out two words:

Your Highness.

The solemnity faded away, and the black eyes sparkled with watery tenderness:
Girl, I'm back.

Inside the imperial tent, General Xiao was pacing up and down excitedly.

"How did you expect that after the rainstorm, there would be rocks falling on the Longyi official road?"

While writing the letter in a leisurely manner, he replied: "It's all about repaying the person in the same way."

Hearing this, Xiao Yi was stunned: "Isn't it God's will?"

He glanced at it: "Do you think that the batch of grain that was blocked by our side was God's will?"

Jumping to the desk, he said curiously, "Your Majesty, I would like to hear the details."

"Alliance to help each other." He said lightly, "Except for my line, Beijing and China have blocked all news exchanges. If one day we relax a bit, what do you think will happen?"

"I can't wait, let me know." Xiao Yi simply sat down on his knees, shaking his legs and said, "Are you going to catch someone when the time comes?"

He shook his head.

"Not to catch?"

"I don't know." He put down his pen, "I don't know what kind of big fish it draws out."

Complete the envelope and hand it to a friend: "What do you think of Quancheng?"

(End of this chapter)