Drunk King and Minister

After being frustrated, Du Jun rested for a whole day.

Du Tai was so angry that he beheaded dozens of people as an example.

Seeing that the bonfire in Chen Jun's camp was lit in the middle of the night last night, and there was a temptation of "come and attack" everywhere, Du Tai thought it was Chen Qian's trick to lure the enemy. imagine...

Half of the grain and grass were burned, and several carts were taken away by Chen Jun. Du Tai gritted a tooth in anger.

Du Tai couldn't figure it out, how did Chen Jun's twenty or so people retreat with their food and grass?

He sent a hundred people to investigate the woods. It was already dark and the inspectors hadn't returned yet, but Du Tai couldn't wait any longer.

He can't wait!Can't wait!

He led the army to prepare for a night attack, but was stopped by the deputy general.

But Du Tai couldn't listen to the slightest persuasion.

He led an army of one thousand and went straight to Changcheng County.Nearly a thousand of the [-] troops brought with them when they came to Changcheng County were burned, and nearly a thousand were lost in repeated defeats.This thousand troops is almost the entire remaining army.

Du Tai estimated that the strength of Chen's army was not at all the 300 people in the intelligence, but at least 500. However, after more than ten days of fighting, Du Tai estimated that there were still about 200 soldiers left who could go to the battlefield.

He can't go on like this! !

The moonlight is dim tonight, and there is darkness between the sky and the earth. There is destined to be a fierce battle.

When the trumpet of the enemy's attack sounded over Changcheng County, it was like a sharp sword piercing the sky, and lightning tore through the sky, shattering the peace of Changcheng County for a day.

No matter how wise Ren Chenqian was, she never thought that Du Jun would attack at night tonight.

Because this approach is extremely irrational and stupid.

But when Chen Qian heard the panting voice of the scouts, "Du Jun's [-] troops attacked at night", he realized that this time, he was the one who was stupid.

At that time, Su Ziyi was eating steamed buns with pickled vegetables, and Han Zigao was sitting on a chair, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Hearing the sound of the trumpet, Han Zi jumped up from his chair suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Su Ziyi couldn't speak clearly with a mouth full of steamed buns.

"Enemy attack! Take care of yourself, don't go out!" Han Zigao said and rushed out of the room.

"Hey..." Su Ziyi's voice disappeared behind Han Zigao.

The flames soared into the sky, the sound of shouting and killing resounded in the air, and the smell of blood permeated the tip of the nose from time to time.

Han Zigao didn't see Chen Qian's figure, he rushed out of the city to fight with the urgently gathered people.

Du Jun had already attacked the door of his house, Han Zigao saw the disparity in military strength, and his heart trembled violently.

Han Zigao's already good arm was aching from Su Ziyi's struggling and pushing during the day.

He swung his sword with his left hand, slashing fiercely across the necks of one enemy after another.

"Hiss!" Han Zigao's right arm hurt, but it was a Du Jun who saw his wound and slashed his knife across his upper right arm.

Han Zigao swung Renyue around, the flexible blade curved in a strange arc in the air, crossed the enemy's sharp blade, and hit the enemy's neck hard, severing the attacker's artery.

Blood sprayed on Han Zigao's face, with the warmth of his body.

Han Zigao's eyebrows were furrowed, his long eyebrows were raised, his eyes were dark, his long hair slipped down in the middle of his movements, and his beauty was suffocating.

A blade that was about to approach Han Zigao barely stopped in front of Han Zigao. The enemy holding the knife stared blankly at Han Zigao's face, and his movements slowed down a few beats.

Han Zigao's eyes flashed, and he cut his throat with a sword without hesitation.

This scuffle killed nearly half an hour.

When Du Jun led his army to leave, there were hundreds of dead bodies outside Changcheng County.

Han Zigao's right arm was covered in blood all over his sleeve, and it had dried up on his arm.

He looked at the corpse lying in front of him, subconsciously looking for Chen Qian's figure.

In this war, the entire army lost nearly a hundred troops. Although half of the enemy was wiped out, the price paid was still unbearable.

When Han Zigao found Chen Qian, he stood quietly in the night, without any armor on his body, and the large bloodstains on his Tsing Yi were shocking. Hou Andu stood respectfully beside Chen Qian, without saying a word.

Chen Qian's back made Han Zigao's heart tremble.

He suddenly felt a panic, a panic that Chen Qian would disappear into the night the next moment.

But he couldn't move forward.

The only thing he could do was to look at Chen Qian's back and the waning moon that seemed to be stained with blood.

Chen Qian turned around suddenly, her eyes swept over everyone.The blood on his face couldn't tell whose it was, half of his face was stained red, making him look a bit hideous.

"Withdraw, army!" His voice was low, with inexplicable prestige and comfort, "Here, 20 people stand guard in front of the city! Others, go back and rest!"

After Chen Qian finished speaking, she turned and left without looking back.

His footsteps were steady, and he didn't seem to be seriously injured. Some soldiers were relieved, thinking that the blood on Chen Qian's body belonged to the enemy.

Han Zigao looked at Chen Qian's leaving figure silently, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

At night, it was very cold.

Chen Qian drank a glass of strong wine, which burned her entire throat.

When he heard Han Zigao's request for an interview, he gave a wry smile, yes.

He didn't expect that Han Zigao would come with scissors and gauze. He put the things in his sleeves and looked at Chen Qian quietly.

Chen Qian's eyes turned to Han Zigao's right arm, the blood on the sleeve had already turned dark black, the dangling towel had already been ripped apart, and Han Zigao's right arm was hanging by his side, slightly bent.

Chen Qian turned her head away.

It's him!It's all because of him!

It's because he doesn't think well, it's because he's conceited, it's because he's dull and shallow, it's all about him!

In just half an hour, his brothers lost hundreds of people!

Suddenly, he hated his uncle very much!

Han Zigao stepped forward silently, trying to cut off Chen Qian's clothes that were stuck to her body with blood.

Chen Qian avoided it.

He looked towards the corner of the bed, his sharp jaw was stiff.

Han Zigao moved his feet as if nothing happened, and continued to reach out to cut Chen Qian's clothes.

"Leave me alone!" He pushed Han Zigao's arm away.

Han Zigao looked at Chen Qian's profile.

The blood on the face was not cleared, mixed with dust.

He took another step forward and reached for Chen Qian's long coat.

"I told you to leave me alone!" Chen Qian roared angrily, and slapped Han Zigao's arm.

The pair of scissors scratched the back of Han Zigao's hand, and fell to the ground with a "ding".

Blood gushed from the back of Han Zigao's hand in an instant.