The Invincible Hegemon of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 32 Wounded Soldiers
The fire in Wancheng has been extinguished by the county soldiers who captured the city.

Qin Jie was full of ambition, because he led the county soldiers to successfully recover Kewan City.Of course, Sun Jian, the captain of Changsha County, and Zhao Xiang, the prefect of Changshan, also contributed to this.

But he didn't mention the two of them in the fast horse he sent to Luoyang to report victory.

Of course Qin Jie wanted to take such a great achievement for himself.He has coveted the position of Nanyang prefect for a long time.

It's just that there is no wall in the world that does not leak.Sun Jian and Zhao Xiang soon found out what Qin Jie had done.

Sun Jian and his family risked their lives to sneak into the city and set fire to it.Knowing that the old man Qin Jie dared to treat him like this, Sun Jian's eyes flashed fiercely and he wanted to chop that guy with a knife.

Sun Jian's family quickly stopped him.

That Qin Jie was the governor of Nanyang County, and he was also temporarily appointed by Huangfusong to lead the soldiers of Jingzhou County.

If Sun Jian really wanted to kill Qin Jie, then his life would be over.Even his relatives must be hunted down by the Han court.At this time, the big man still has a high prestige in the hearts of most people.

Sun Jian was dissuaded by Huang Gai and others, but he slashed the knife on the table.Cut off a corner of the table severely.Angrily scolded: "Old man Qin Jie! A certain Sun Wentai and you swear against each other!!"

Zhao Xiang didn't have so many thoughts at the moment, he just listened to Xue Ge's report silently.

Then he said lightly: "If you don't have one, then you won't. Let's leave immediately and go back to Changshan."

At this moment, Niu Xi, the captain of Chu Gong's personal army, walked into the camp.Niu Xi's injury has long since healed.Zhao Xiang did not let him participate in the previous battle.

Niu Xi cupped his hands and saluted: "What order does General Zhao have for summoning Niu?"

Zhao Xiang looked at Niu Xi in front of him, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.Then he said softly: "Niu Feihui, I have something to entrust to you here. After completing this task, you and I will owe nothing. From now on, you can take care of your young master."

When Niu Xi heard the words, determination flashed in his eyes: "Please give orders to the general! There are mountains of knives and seas of fire! Xi—do not hesitate!"

Zhao Xiang tapped the table with his middle finger: "It's not a fatal job, Fei Hui can rest assured."

"Our army is about to march to Changshan, but the son of General Wei He is still in Yiyang, named Wei Yan. The purpose of your trip is to escort Wei Yan and his family to Changshan. It's just that most of the soldiers in the army are exhausted from fighting. I can only give you two guards. How about it? Is there a problem?"

Niu Xi clasped his fists in salute, and replied with sonorous words: "Xi and the young master were both saved by the general. Afterwards, a certain person recovered his life from General Wei's sword. This trip, unless certain one dies! Otherwise, General Wei will be killed." Take your son back to Changshan safely!"

Qingfeng's army went through the battle of Wancheng.Although tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans were successfully wiped out, their own damage was also astonishing.

Of the 200 capable soldiers, 500 were directly killed and 1000 were seriously injured.There were only more than [-] people left, except for the [-] archers who did not fight head-on, most of them were slightly injured!

Zhao Xiang passed by the wounded barracks and heard wailing from inside.He sighed secretly in his heart: With the current conditions of the Qingfeng Army, there is no way to take away the seriously wounded. .

Some of them may survive and become disabled.But the vast majority of them will die of pain due to the deterioration of their injuries.

Zhao Xiang had no choice, neither could the medical officer Xu Feng, and even the entire Han court had no choice.

This is war, this is troubled times!
Zhao Xiang thought for a while, then turned and walked into the wounded barracks.

Chen Lan is a veteran of Nanyang County stroke.It is also a small school of Qingfeng Army.But at this moment, he has the same identity as most of the people around him.All are seriously injured.

Chen Lan was chopped into the back by a hoe on the battlefield last night.He was attacked by several kitchen knives.If it wasn't for the protection of Pao Ze beside him, he might have died on the battlefield on the spot.

It's just that the injury was too severe.Chen Lan was sent to the wounded barracks.He was lying on the bed, but his once bright young eyes were now full of lifelessness.

Chen Lan is a veteran, so she naturally knew what would happen if she entered the wounded barracks.

It would be better to die directly on the battlefield, which would be more enjoyable.When Chen Lan thought of this, a trace of astringency rose from the corner of her mouth.

Sensing that a person walked into the tent, Chen Lan didn't care.The man said something, but Chen Lan didn't listen.

The man then said the second sentence.This time the voice was extraordinarily loud, and Chen Lan found it very annoying.He turned his head and was about to scold the visitor.After seeing the appearance of the person coming, Chen Lan's pupils instantly dilated.

Something called hope was ignited in Chen Lan's eyes.

It was Zhao Xiang who came.

Zhao Xiang walked into the tent and immediately smelled a pungent smell of blood.He frowned and asked, "Who is in charge of this place?"

No one answered him.All the seriously wounded were like puppets, not moving.Or self-serving wailing.Although some people cast their eyes on Zhao Xiang, they don't have a trace of focus.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiang frowned fiercely, and shouted again: "Don't the men here wear handles?!"

The seriously wounded suddenly made noise.A seriously wounded man looked at Zhao Xiang with his sharp one-eyed eyes: "Whether the brothers here wear handles or not. Don't you know if the general sent two young ladies over here?"

"Exactly!" Another wounded soldier raised his arm and said in a loud voice, "Even if I have lost both hands, I still have a third leg!" After saying that, he shrugged his lower abdomen fiercely forward.The action is extremely unbearable.

There was a burst of laughter in the tent, briefly diluting the deadly atmosphere.

There was no trace of a smile on Zhao Xiang's face, and he said in a deep voice: "I thought you bastards were all dead! I only saw a few hundred lumps of meat when I came in!"

Hearing Zhao Xiang's words, the seriously injured stopped laughing.He just stared at Zhao Xiang coldly, with unkindness and strong disappointment in his eyes.

Chen Lan lay on the bed, the fire of hope in her eyes was quickly extinguished.

Zhao Xiang didn't care about the eyes of these wounded, and then said coldly: "A certain came here, just want to tell you one thing!"

"Don't pretend to be dead there, get up! I will take you home! Let's go to Changshan County together! There is your new home!"

The wounded soldiers in the camp were moved, and a seed called belief began to germinate and grow in their hearts quickly.

"In my whole life, the thing I fear the most is death! If one day, I am really about to die, I will say the last four words: not today!!"

"You were all wounded fighting for me. You killed enemies for me, you were stabbed for me, and you did so many things for me! Now you want me to give up on you? Don't think about it!"

Hearing this, some wounded soldiers began to sob softly.

"Get up, follow me home! Don't be a mother-in-law! Damn it! A bunch of despondents! How can I have such a cowardly soldier like you?!"

Zhao Xiang shook his head fiercely, and also threw out two crystal clear teardrops.Low and slow:
"Qingfeng Army, too many people have died. I just want you to live well and be strong. Enjoy the treatment that heroes should have!"

Chen Lan sat up with all her strength and faced Zhao Xiang.There was an inexplicable look in his eyes.But he shouted sharply: "Qingfeng!"

The wounded soldiers in the big tent responded in unison, and their momentum almost toppled the tent!
"Death, or charge!!!"

Facing hundreds of wounded Qingfeng soldiers with increasingly determined eyes.Zhao Xiang slowly closed his eyelids, two lines of clear tears finally flowed down his cheeks slowly.

Zhao Xiang turned around fiercely and walked out of the tent.

(End of this chapter)