The host wants to be human today

Chapter 476 The Young Master's Little Wife 40
The man, on the other hand, turned back into the ruthless young commander, led the army to suppress the local riots in just a few days, and brought Xiangcheng under his control.

Later, the prisons in the military region were no longer enough, and a large number of prisoners were transported to the neighboring provinces for detention.

A black military vehicle was parked outside the door, and the soldiers guarding both sides put away their guns with a swish, raised their hands and saluted respectfully.

A long and cheerful figure stepped down from the car, still wearing a rigorous military uniform, with long eyelashes half covering the indifferent pupils, and there was no emotion on his face.

The heavy stepping sound of military boots on the ground made the soldiers straighten their backs unconsciously.

The adjutant followed behind him to report.

"Master Gu, everyone has already been taken away, and the army has begun to evacuate the people there. There is nothing else to deal with recently."

He paused as he spoke, looked up at his expression, and spoke carefully.

"Would you like to go to rest first?"

In the past few days, I have been dealing with things day and night. The bullet on my shoulder has just been taken out. These days, I always do it myself. The gauze wrapped around the wound is almost useless. I don’t know what to do with this posture. Time to heal.

Not to mention taking a good rest, it is a blessing to be able to sleep three or four hours a day.

He couldn't bear it anymore, let alone the young marshal was still wounded.

Thinking of the adjutant, he sighed and tried to dissuade him.

"If your wife doesn't come back, your body will be broken first..."

Before he finished speaking, the man had already swept over lightly, his expression unwavering.

He silently swallowed back the words of persuasion, lowered his head, a trace of annoyance flashed across his face.

When it happened, I subconsciously mentioned my wife.

Gu Jing's eyes flickered, and his thin lips pursed slightly.

"Where is Yan Mingdaguan?"

The adjutant breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully.

"I'll take you to the dungeon in the mansion."

Back then when the young marshal told him to treat him well, they locked him up in the mansion so that they could visit him at any time.

Soon the two arrived in front of the dungeon. The soldier standing at the door first saluted respectfully, and then stepped forward to open the door.

The adjutant went up to exchange a few words with the two, took the key back, and spoke in a low voice.

"Young commander, he is in the second room on the left."

Gu Jing hummed, her slender and beautiful long eyelashes trembled, and then she spoke indifferently.

"Let's go."

The adjutant nodded and stepped forward to lead him the way.

There is not as much light as outside. In the basement, there are only a few scattered candles on both sides of the passage. It is dim and dark, and the line of sight is blocked.

The damp musty smell was accompanied by a strong smell of blood, which made people feel sick.

The adjutant couldn't help but frowned, and subconsciously went to see their young commander.

Under the military uniform cap, that delicate face appeared hazy under the light, making it hard to see clearly.

It wasn't until the other party noticed something that he turned his eyes slightly sideways that the adjutant came back to his senses and walked up quickly to open the cell door.

I always feel that the young commander-in-chief now is more indifferent than before, as if nothing can make him show any other expression, the calmness is a bit scary.

Sighing as he thought about it, he quickly unlocked the lock and pushed the cell door open.

A creaking sound suddenly sounded, and the cell door was slowly pushed open, revealing the situation inside.

The person huddled in the corner has long lost the appearance of a sure-fire winner before, curled up in a ball with unkempt hair and shabby face, the clothes on his body are torn and stained dark with blood, there is almost no intact part of the exposed skin, and the dried blood sticks to the wound It's kind of scary.

As if sensing something, the other party turned his head stiffly, and when he saw the person opposite, his out-of-focus eyes quickly fixed on him, full of murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)