Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

Outside the east gate, Dong Chengyi sat behind the array and looked at the flesh and blood flying in front. More and more defenders of Pingyang city fell.

I couldn't help but excite the corners of my mouth, "how long will it take?"

He asked casually.

The attendant next to him immediately respectfully replied, "go back to the emperor. General Qi said before sunset today at the latest!"

"I have to wait until sunset..." Dong Chengyi narrowed his eyes.

The attendant on one side lowered his head and didn't dare to speak. What an iron wall Pingyang city is. If the imperial court hadn't cut off the supply of Pingyang City, plus there was qingliguo making trouble before, let alone taking Pingyang before sunset today, it would take another ten days and a half months here. The result is unknown.

"Emperor!" suddenly, the attendant's eyes inadvertently turned to the platform, caught a glimpse of a black figure, exclaimed and blurted out.

Dongchengyi was originally in a lack of interest. He heard that he could not break the city until this evening at the latest. Originally, he had planned to go back and have a rest and sleep. When he was about to break the city, someone would call him over.

After all, he didn't sleep for most of the night last night. He was forced by Luo Yunran to attack one mile at night. This time, he was two miles. He was even more exhausted when he was worried about his life safety at any time.

At this time, he suddenly heard the attendant shout. Dongchengyi was about to leave and looked back.

He looked in the direction that the attendant's eyes were looking at at the moment, and then a behavioral smile slowly climbed up his face.

On the city tower, as soon as dongjinlin appeared, the little marshal who was directing the war immediately rushed to him and hugged his hands, "Lord, why are you here!"

The prince was only seriously injured yesterday. The little Marshal knew this. So he didn't intend to tell dongjinlin the critical situation here. The little Marshal planned to survive alone.

Anyway, these people, who have been in Pingyang town for many years, have long regarded this place as their own home. When they came, they were ready to sleep here all their life.

They were not afraid of death, but never thought that their lives might not be lost when they fought with foreign enemies, but would be plundered by their loyal imperial court and emperors.

It's sad to think so.

The little Marshal sometimes even thought treacherously that if the emperor had passed the throne to Prince Gong, everything would not happen today.

The people live and work in peace and contentment, and cangyun country is rich and the people are strong.

In his early years, I heard that the Holy Father loved Prince Gong very much. Among the many sons, Prince Gong was his favorite, even far more than the direct son of the queen at that time.

Later, Prince Gong was frustrated in Changping Valley, the holy ancestor died in a hurry, and the former Emperor succeeded to the throne.

After that, although no one dared to say anything, many people privately criticized how the former Emperor came to the throne.

After all, the holy father was a little caught off guard when he treated his son.

Of course, some people said that after the first World War in Changping Valley, dongjinlin had become a useless man.

Even if the Holy Father is so partial to this son, it is impossible for a disabled man to be the king of a country.

Although this reason is very reasonable, it is another matter to really convince several people.

Anyway, the little marshal is just hearsay. After all, he didn't experience it in those years. He's just a hairy kid.

However, after he really came into contact with Prince Gong, he sincerely admired the prince.

Dongjinlin raised his hand and walked forward quickly. When he saw a large army under the city, his eyebrows wrinkled.

The little marshal was afraid that he would be too worried when he was seriously injured, so he hurried forward to comfort him. "Lord, don't worry. Although the number of officers and soldiers from the imperial court is superior to us, they have been used to ease in China for a long time. They can't compare with our brothers who climbed out of the dead. We can guard them!"

Dongjinlin narrowed his eyes. He knew that the little marshal was right. Most of the soldiers brought by dongchengyi were stationed in a comfortable place. They may not win a war all year round.

It is really incomparable with his soldiers who are all killed in the border areas.

But we are outnumbered. What Pingyang city is fighting now is not the ability of individual combat at all.

Moreover, the imperial army completely cut off their food and grass supply.

No one can not eat or sleep. There are fewer and fewer people in Pingyang City, and there is no follow-up support to make up for it.

If the twelve cities in Northwest China can unite, there is still hope.

But now dongchengyi is fighting under the banner of chaos, saying that he intends to build up troops at the border to rebel.

The generals in the other eleven cities did not dare to intervene at will.

It's too late for everyone to be in danger. I'm afraid the emperor Chengyi will treat them as accomplices after he flattens Pingyang city.

"How long will our food and grass last?" dongjinlin asked.

The little Marshal hesitated, "food and grass... The corporal hasn't had time to ask..."

"As commander-in-chief, you should pay attention to food and grass all the time. You haven't had time to ask?" dongjinlin's face sank instantly.

The little Marshal's heart shook. How could he really not know? In fact, these days, he cares about these all the time. He often sees the decreasing grain and grass, and there is no way to remedy it. The little Marshal's head is bald.

But now that he has opened the mouth and said he didn't know, he can only stick to it, "recently, he has been fighting without taking off his coat in the city tower. There are many omissions. I'll ask you now!"

"Dongjinlin!"

Suddenly there was a shout under the tower.

Several people on the tower looked in the direction of the sound at the same time——

Dongchengyi rode alone. Among the layers of heavy armor guards, he raised his sword and waved it provocatively in the direction of dongjinlin.

Although he was so far away, his wave could not cause any substantive damage to dongjinlin.

But with this wave, it suddenly seemed that dongjinlin was very careless in his eyes, like a dog who betrayed his master.

Dongjinlin just moved, and the new wind on one side immediately pulled him nervously. With the sound, his sword had already been out of its sheath and stood horizontally in front of dongjinlin's side, in a strong protective posture.

Dongjinlin shook his head at him, gently but firmly pushed away the new wind in front of him, facing dongchengyi under the city tower.

Arrows are flying all over the sky, and flesh and blood are flying under the city tower. The killing sound is shocking.

The Royal uncles and nephews looked at each other from afar.

The picture looks still, with unknown pressure, a string is pulled more and more tight, more and more tight, until it can no longer be stretched straight!

The intense tension spread in the air.