MTL - Princess too Young, Prince too Old-Chapter 6 Young Prince 6

A battle that has been dragging on for ten years cannot be continued forever. The people complained, the courtiers were dissatisfied, and they were complaining that they were invincible for a long time, not to mention the situation as it is now. Needless to say, it's inevitable that you and your family are afraid.

Lu Zhishan stared at his stinking knees stiffly. He felt that the wound was like today's Dali, a little bit festering, a little bit involved with Zhou and his body. There was no stability at all, and after a long time, he became I was numb and didn't feel the pain, and gradually I couldn't remember the pain and hate when the arrow was inserted.

For the first time in a military career of more than ten years, he felt tired for the first time.

"Yong Zhan, this is the best doctor in Kunming," Zhao Jingting came in with an old man with white beard, his armor had not faded, and it was covered with brown blood stains with a pungent stench. With anxiety, "Yong Zhan, our military doctors are all dead on the battlefield. You can only find an outside doctor first, you first ..."

"Where's the reinforcements ?!" said Zhizhishan drew out the sword on the bedside, tremblingly pointed at Zhao Jingting's throat, his eyes drowsed, "Why not reinforcements on time? We waited for three days and three nights! ! My ... my soldiers are dead! They are dead! "

Zhao Jingting had tears in his eyes, his throat swung up and down sharply, and then his voice was hoarse and harsh: "After a sudden mountain torrent in Yunnan, we were blocked on the Lancang River. After we set up the pontoon bridge and finally crossed the river, it was two days later. As soon as we landed, we were met with ambush by Siamese soldiers. They fell on the mountain and smashed logs and rocks. My army ... My army was injured or injured by more than 30,000. When I finally led my troops to Hue Hue, I arrived in Hue. By the time, already ... "

Zhao Jingting couldn't go on. The 38-year-old man slumped on the ground with his buttocks and weeping, covering his face, desperately suppressing his emotions, gritting his teeth, the blue veins on his forehead exploded, but his tears remained Rushing out along the fingers, and dripping on the cold armor with the **** dirt on the hand.

"Yong Zhan, I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry for the court! I'm sorry for the 70,000 soldiers who died!" Zhao Jingting couldn't speak clearly, and his body was trembling violently. "If it weren't for the soldiers who were killed, I would have been long ago. I confessed my guilt, Yong Zhan, why didn't I die ?! I didn't receive a sword and an arrow all over my body, Yong Zhan, you don't know ... I don't know how sad I am! "

How could Lu Zhishan not know, only those who have experienced life and death on the battlefield will understand how heavy and terrible words are.

The old whitebeard doctor pulled an arrow for Lu Zhishan, cleared the pus, and finally stitched the wound with mulberry thread. Due to the war, the herbs in Yunnan city were scarce, and the old doctor did n’t numb. On that day, Luzhi Shan watched the old doctor's rough hands busy on his knees, watching the pus mixed with blood, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end, but the old doctor was sweating intensely.

"In ancient times, there was a general curettage of the bone. Today, there is a general who pulls an arrow on his knee. The general is really a hero." Finally, the last stitch was stitched, and the old man felt as he wiped his sweat. It has also damaged cartilage. I am afraid that it will take a couple of years to recover, and we must not walk barely, or we will be disabled. "

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