The Neon Tower

Two days later, Yu saw that his injuries were not serious, and the beds in the camp were tight, so he left the camp early and returned to his own camp.

Good news came from the battlefield. Our army has regained the overall situation, and the casualties on the front line have decreased.Haoyang and Xiaoliang were busy arranging medicines and counting medicinal materials in the military doctor's tent.

"Xiaoliang?"

"What's wrong? Brother."

"...Xiao Qianfeng, how is your recovery?" Haoyang sorted the medicinal materials he had counted and put them back into the medicine cabinet.

"Well, Xiao Qianfeng's injury has recovered, but he seems to be in a bad mood."

"With this temper, it's no wonder that you can't even get along with Ah Hua from the Yangchun noodle stall." As he said, Haoyang slapped a small drawer back hard.

"Who is Ah Hua?" Xiaohao asked curiously.

"The person he likes is called Ah Hua." Haoyang recalled a little and said.

"Nonsense!" A person rushed in from outside the tent, his eyes were full of shame and anger: "The person I like now is not called Ah Hua." As he said, he stretched out his hand in front of Xiaoliang: "My medicine."

"Oh! It's this bag." Xiaoliang was a little frightened, and quickly put the medicine in Yu's hand.

Yu took the medicine and took a look at Haoyang, then bowed his head and left the tent.

"Brother, what is the name of the person he likes now?"

"How would I know?" Haoyang inadvertently raised the tone of his speech.

"But you know Ah Hua..."

"I don't know if this is something that should have been set up?"

"Setting? Who set it up?" Xiaoliang became more and more curious as he listened, blinking his big shining eyes, waiting for Haoyang's answer.

"Xiaoliang..." Haoyang sighed helplessly.

"Yes, brother."

"Are you sure your head was in good shape when your father sent you to study medicine?"

Yu's injury is recovering very well, and tomorrow he will go into battle again with a gun.Xiaoliang cooked the last medicine for him, and brought him a bottle of heart-protecting pill.

"Xiao Qianfeng, please be sure to bring this bottle of medicine. Help!"

Yu took the medicine bottle, nodded and said, "Thank you... Ah, Xiaoliang."

"kindness?"

"I... have a bag of things. If, if I die, can you give it to the young curator for me?" He said, taking out a rectangular object wrapped in cloth from the side of the pillow, Give it to Xiaoliang.

"Don't say such an unlucky thing, Xiao Qianfeng is highly skilled in martial arts, and he is brave and good at fighting. He will definitely win the battle." Xiaoliang smiled and looked at the object in his palm: "I knew I would let the senior come by himself. He has something to hand over to me." You, you have something to give him too." Saying that, Xiaoliang pointed to the medicine bottle with his chin, then turned and left.

"...don't give me hope... the soul is light." Yu gritted his teeth and said, then carefully put the medicine bottle into his breast pocket and patted it gently.

All the wounded soldiers who had healed up lined up and set off, and a new batch of wounded soldiers were sent to the military medical camp. The scene of bloody and bloody scenes made everyone on the verge of collapse.This time the enemy army came prepared, and its combat power was dozens of times stronger than the previous few times. Although our army has regained the overall situation many times, the enemy army has repeatedly defeated and fought.

The war lasted for more than a year, but on this day, news came from the battlefield that the enemy was willing to negotiate peace, and the whole camp cheered.

"Then how's the coach doing now?" Duan Wang nervously asked the informer.

"The coach has suffered several minor injuries. The most recent one was cut on his left shoulder by an enemy general with a cold iron sword. However, after treatment, he is now fine."

"Brother Bing... the people from the military medical battalion?" Haoyang also stepped forward and asked.

"Everyone is safe and sound... Now, the left forward's injury is the most worrying..."

"Xiao Xiangyu??? What happened to him?"

"He disregarded his life to block the head coach's knife, which seemed to hurt his heart. Don't say anything, the subordinates need to go back quickly." The informer left quickly.

"..."

"Master Gui? Are you alright?" Duan Wang looked at Haoyang who was standing there with his eyes open.

"No...it's okay..."

"Really? But... why do you... look like you're about to cry?"

"What are you talking about? Dad taught men not to shed tears, so I'll go back to work first." Haoyang returned to the camp in a hurry, Duan Wang glanced sideways at the back, as if thinking of something.

In the evening, the soldiers returned to the camp one after another, and the last ones arrived were a dozen wounded soldiers and the commander on stretchers.

"Yo~ you're not dead yet." King Duan stepped forward and punched Ying Chen in the chest.

"My life is so hard, don't your hands hurt?" Ying Chen worriedly looked at Yu on the stretcher.

"It's all right, young man." The owner said, "If the enemy general hadn't hit Xiao Qianfeng's chest, we wouldn't have known that he had a bottle of heart-protecting pill hidden in his chest pocket. Take it in time and it won't cause any serious problems. Yes, let him sleep for a while and he'll be fine." The curator patted Ying Chen's arm and walked away.

"Your apprentice is fine, someone will come back to life, let's go." Duan Wang knew he was selfish, and he was more worried about Ying Chen who seemed to have only suffered minor injuries than Yu.

Yu woke up from a coma and found himself lying in the military medical camp again, with no one in the tent.He continued to look at himself, and tied a tight hemostatic cloth.

"Xiao Qianfeng? Congratulations, you came back safe and sound." Xiaoliang walked in and put a medicine bottle cut in two in Yu's hand.

"Heh..." Yu smiled: "If it weren't for this bottle, I might have gone to see Lord Yan now."

"Well, if you re-enter the knife for half a point, you will definitely die, and the medicine inside is also the key to saving you. I won't say so much, you take a rest, the coach said that there will be some kind of campfire party tonight."

"It must be the prince's idea." As he said, Yu put the broken bottle next to the pillow, lay back on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

In the commander's camp, Ying Chen, Duan Wang, and Brother Wang surrounded the wooden table with a parchment book spread out on it.

"My lord, help me translate quickly."

"En?" Duan Wang gave Ying Chen a hostile look, seeing that Ying Chen was still pointing at the parchment and looking at him as a matter of course, he said in a discouraged way: "Yes, this king must be worthy of the title of the most useful person. "

In a short while, the foreign language was completely deciphered, and it read: "I have lost my son for five years, and now I hear that my wife gave birth to Lin'er again. It is God's will. My family wishes to establish diplomatic relations with your country and enjoy peace and prosperity forever. "

"The wolf lord gave you this?" Duan Wang asked.

"Well, it's clearly written on it. Five years ago, the two-year-old son of the wolf master disappeared. His wife was weak and sick and couldn't conceive. He heard that the youngest son was born yesterday. He felt that he couldn't live anymore, so he agreed to the peace."

"Oh, is it his?" Brother Wang smiled wretchedly.

"It doesn't matter if it's his or not, but the follower standing next to him today is probably not a good thing. I suspect that his eldest son was lost by that bastard design."

"Then have you told the wolf lord?" Duan Wang asked again.

"Why do I care about other people's family affairs? There is no proof, if he really did it, he will be punished sooner or later, even if it is not because of this incident."

"The commander is right. We don't care about other people's family affairs. We just need to take care of the safety of our people. This is just a draft of the peace agreement. We will go to get the original in two days." Brother Wang said .

"Will the Wolf Lord go back on his word?"

"If I had to guess, most of the chances would be no, because General Deng already had a solid chance of winning, and the more he struggled, the more he died in this round."