The slag attack is no longer scum [Quick travel]

An Ge'er was very sad, Qiao Qingjuan couldn't help but blushed when he thought of that possibility, and his heart was throbbing with pain.

Xianggong joined the army because of them, and he would kill people at any time on the battlefield.

He was too useless to help Xianggong.

"Brother An, don't be afraid, your father will be fine, he will be fine."

Qiao Qingjun comforted her, but that night, An Ge'er still had nightmares, woke up in the middle of the night, huddled in his arms and sobbed, calling for his father repeatedly.

Meng Xiangbei, who was far away in the barracks, didn't know that An Geer's affection for his father was already very deep.

"Brother An, if daddy leaves, go find your father and protect your father, would you be willing?"

Last night, Qiao Qingjun comforted An Ge'er for a long time before the latter fell asleep, but he suffered from insomnia until dawn. Now that An Ge'er woke up, he told him what he thought.

An Geer is precocious, and he already understands many simple things, but he can't express them in words.

Originally, he wanted to go to the military camp to be a military doctor, but when he thought about An Geer, he had already buried it back, but seeing An Geer's uneasiness last night, he reconsidered it for a long time.

Fearing that An Ge'er would not understand, Qiao Qingjuan used the simplest words and said it several times to let An Ge'er understand what he meant.

An Ge'er hugged Qiao Qingjun, wrapped his arms around his neck, nodded his head on his shoulders, and said in a childish voice, "Save father."

Qiao Qingjun let go of her arms and faced An Ge'er face to face.

"Then Daddy has to leave temporarily, is Brother An willing?"

An Ge'er didn't speak, but nodded with red eyes.

Qiao Qingjuan held him tightly in her arms.

Now that he had a plan, Qiao Qingjun told Liu Yuyi about his plan.

Doctor Liu pondered for a long time, but did not stop: "Since you want to go, and Brother An agrees, then go. Don't worry, I will take good care of Brother An."

Although he is old, it is still possible to take care of Brother An, but he is worried about Ah Qing, a silly boy.

He did not deny Qiao Qingjuan's talent in medical skills, but it is also true that he is not intellectually complete, and he is also simple. Doctor Liu Yu was afraid that he would be deceived or hurt.

In the end, Doctor Liu hired a brother to be Qiao Qingjun's accompanying medicine servant.

This brother is in his thirties. He is different from other brothers. Most of his brothers are slender, with a soft posture and a beautiful appearance, but he has a strong body and a rough appearance. He also has some martial arts. I don’t know, but I think He is a man, so he has never been able to marry, and there is only one old mother serving in the family.

Because Liu Yuyi saved his old mother's life, he was very grateful, and when he learned of Liu Yuyi's entrustment, he immediately agreed.

Qiao Qingjun signed up, and in the next few days, he spent less time going to the medicine hall, and spent most of his time with An Geer.

It's just that even if you don't want to part with it, you still have to separate what should be separated.

"When you go to the military camp, you have to take good care of yourself, don't do things alone, and don't simply listen to what other people say..." Liu Yuyi led An Ge'er, who was held by Qiao Qingjun, who was reluctant to leave, and said Instructing Qiao Qingjuan repeatedly, he was like one of his children who was about to go on a long journey and couldn't be reassured.

In the end, he also gave Qiao Qingjuan a bag full of bottles and jars. There was only so much he could do as an old man.

"Thank you, Master."

Doctor Liu waved his hands, turned his back, and wiped away the tears that were about to fall.

"Brother An, Daddy will miss you." Qiao Qingjuan's last gaze fell on the little man being led by Yuyi Liu.

Brother An's eyes were red, but he didn't cry. He patted his small chest with his small hands: "Brother An, be good and listen to grandpa."

Qiao Qingjuan rubbed his hair: "Brother An is the best, Daddy loves you."

Even if you don't give up, you still have to part.

Qiao Qingjuan and the other doctors entered the barracks together.

An Ge'er's eyes followed Qiao Qingjuan's footsteps all the time, and he trotted for a few steps before finally stopping.

"Brother An, go back with grandpa." Doctor Liu squatted down, lovingly stroking the little guy's hair.

An Ge'er held his mouth and tried hard not to shed tears, but in the end he couldn't control the tears. He hugged Liu Yuyi, clenched his fists, and cried bitterly.

Qiao Qingjuan and the others who entered the army were escorted to the battlefield.

Here, the situation on the battlefield is not optimistic.

This time, the leader of the Jiang Kingdom is the current crown prince, Jiang Sheng. He has a great reputation in the Jiang Kingdom. He is not the son of the legitimate son, nor the eldest son of the concubine, but he has overwhelmed the other dozen princes to become the prince. He is a civil and military genius.

Now, Qian Zheng and Jiang Sheng have faced each other on the battlefield. The two sides fought for several days, but they couldn't tell the winner.

However, Qian Zheng was still injured. There was a long wound on his left leg. If the wound was deeper, the leg might have to be amputated.

Now, the accompanying imperial doctor is bandaging Qian Zheng's wound.

Murong Yin was standing beside him in white armor, frowning together. In the camp, all the generals were silent, and the atmosphere was very dull and depressing.

Although they didn't say anything tacitly, they had already guessed some situations.

Murong Yin smiled wryly, this time I am afraid there will be no return, it is ridiculous that he still wants to make meritorious service on the battlefield and go back to marry Jiaojiao.

He was very glad that Qian Jiaojiao didn't agree at that time, how sad it would be to wait for someone who would never be able to wait.

Although he is a prince, he is still a lieutenant now, but he is still no match for Qian Zheng, who has half his life as a soldier. Today, he was able to save Qian Zheng because of his luck.

"Third Prince, please take care of your safety on the battlefield from now on." After the dressing was finished, the imperial doctor and others went down, leaving only Qian Zheng and Murong Yin.

Qian Zheng didn't quite agree with Murong Yin who came to rescue him at that time. At that time, if it wasn't for good luck, Murong Yin who rescued him might have been hacked to death by Jiang Sheng's knife.

Murong Yin smiled wryly. In fact, he had no extra thoughts at that time, only one thought, if General Qian Zheng died, how sad Jiaojiao would be.

After all, actions were faster than his thoughts, and before he could finish thinking, he had already rode his horse to support Qian Zheng.

"By the way, Third Prince, have the two soldiers named Meng and Yang mentioned by the soldiers appeared now?" Qian Zheng asked.

His leg was injured, and he couldn't go to fight without ten days and a half months, but besides him, who else could go instead of him?

He couldn't help but think of these two soldiers that were passed down in the army, and he held a glimmer of hope in these two men, maybe one of them could be a general.

Murong Yin shook his head: "There is no news so far."

Qian Zheng's already pale face from blood loss turned even paler.

Probably knowing that Qian Zheng was seriously injured, Jiang Guo's attack became more violent.

Murong Yin led the soldiers to fight, and the two sides stuck together.

The army of the Great Sui Dynasty was obviously at a disadvantage, and Jiang Sheng, the Prince of Jiang, sat firmly in the army of Jiang, with a playful expression on his face, like a cat teasing a mouse.

"Didn't those two soldiers save you a while ago? Why don't they show up now?"

"By the way, where is your God of War, General Qian Zheng? Oh, I forgot, he was hacked by the crown prince. I wonder if that leg has been disabled now?"

There was a sarcastic smile on Jiang Sheng's lips. Even on the battlefield at this time, his expression was still relaxed, as if he was chatting with someone.

"I will give you a three-day truce. After three days, I promise to give up ten cities. Otherwise, Jiang Guo will attack all the way. It will not be as simple as ten cities.

Oh, by the way, the swords of our country's soldiers have no eyes. If we continue to attack all the way, blood will probably flow into rivers. "

Jiang Guo put up the exemption card, and the Great Sui Dynasty was able to take a breather. No one felt lucky for this.

They knew that there was a huge gap between the two sides. Qian Zheng, who was old and injured, was no match for Jiang Sheng, and the army of the Great Sui Dynasty, who had lost their morale, was no match for the unity and ruthlessness of Jiang's soldiers.

Let alone three days, even if they were given 30 days, they were destined to lose.

This battle has been lost from the very beginning, and it can only be blamed on the Great Sui Dynasty for being at ease for too long and ignoring Jiang Guo's wolfish ambitions.

"As a general of the Sui Dynasty, how could he say defeat so easily, how could he cede ten huge cities so easily.

Furthermore, Jiang Guo's ambitions are too great. If they agree this time, their ambitions will be fueled. I am afraid that we will not have a stable life after the Great Sui Dynasty. "

Qian Zheng sat on a chair and analyzed the situation with the generals in the camp.

His eyes fell on his injured leg again, and he said firmly, "I, Qian Zheng, would rather die in battle than surrender."

War will bring disasters to the people, but surrender will not?He still remembered that 18 years ago, in the city where the people were massacred, the ruthlessness and bloodthirsty of the Jiang people had already been ingrained in their bones, and they couldn't get rid of it.

Three days came in a hurry.

The army of the Sui Dynasty, who was unwilling to surrender, ushered in the strong attack of Jiang Guo's army.

Qian Zheng was worried that the third prince, Murong Yin, went to fight alone, and also went out to fight with a leg injury that hadn't healed yet.

With the flames of war flying and blood flowing, the army of the Great Sui Dynasty was crushed again and again by Jiang Guo's army, showing a trend of ruin.

At this time, Meng Xiangbei and Yang Huaizhong, who had been traveling day and night, finally arrived at the camp on the battlefield.

"You guys are here." It was Qian Zheng's deputy lieutenant who greeted them, just to wait for their arrival.

Meng Xiangbei was not surprised by the lieutenant's surprise.

Qian Zheng was originally a person who loved and cherished talents, but now that he encountered this situation, he was even more unwilling to let go of any hope.

"How is the situation on the battlefield now? How is General Qian Zheng?" Yang Huaizhong asked impatiently.

The deputy lieutenant's face suddenly became serious, he sighed heavily, and quickly told them the situation on the battlefield.

Meng Xiangbei frowned. If he remembered correctly, today was the day when Qian Zheng died in battle.

"Prepare the horse, I will go to fight." Meng Xiangbei said.

Yang Huaizhong immediately echoed: "I'll go too."

"General Qian, you lead the army to retreat, and I will deal with it here." Murong Ying was sprayed with blood from all the way, and the originally handsome young man was a little more iron-blooded.

"This general has never flinched all his life, Third Prince, you should go back."

Qian Zheng sat straddling the horse, and felt severe pain in his leg. He gritted his teeth and held back, blocking Jiang Sheng's oncoming knife.

Jiang Sheng attacked his legs and horse again and again.

If he didn't have a horse and his leg was seriously injured, he would have to be beheaded one way.

"You two don't need to shirk, just keep this life." Jiang Sheng sneered, suddenly becoming ruthless.

In the next second, something seemed to have dissipated from his sleeve. In an instant, Qian Zheng's eyes blurred for a moment, and when his eyes became clear, the big knife emitting a cold light had already slashed towards his neck.

The cold light of the big knife, Jiang Sheng's happy, ferocious smile fell into Qian Zheng's eyes.

"General Qian..." Murong Yin's pupils suddenly dilated, and he exclaimed.

For a moment, the surrounding noise and fighting were all inaudible and invisible, only death enveloped him.

Qian Zheng knew that his life would still be on the battlefield. However, as a member of the Qian family, he had no regrets and no shame, but...

Scenes of Xiao Qiang and Qian Jiaojiao flashed before his eyes.

Ah Qiang, Jiao Jiao, I couldn't go back, you must take good care of yourselves.

Just when the big knife was half a finger away from Qian Zheng's neck, a gun suddenly appeared, blocking the big knife abruptly.

I saw a young man wearing a white armor and holding a gun, facing Jiang Sheng head-on.

"General Qian, please leave this to me."

Qian Zheng came back to his senses, took a quick glance, and happened to see the young man's face, although he had only met once, and it had been more than half a year, but he did not forget that it was Meng Xiangbei!

The young man was riding a war horse, with a tall and straight figure, majestic and majestic. The gun was in his hand, as if it had been infused with soul, and every movement carried a fierce and frightening aura.

On the other side, Yang Huaizhong also came to Murong Yin's side.

"Who are you?" Jiang Sheng roared with piercing red eyes. He thought he could cut off Qian Zheng's head and attack in one fell swoop, but he didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to appear halfway.

This person's martial arts are very strong, he had to use all his attention to deal with it, but he still found it difficult.

Over there, Yang Huaizhong had already beheaded Vice General Jiang Sheng.

Meng Xiangbei didn't respond to Jiang Sheng, and his first move was fierce, with the air of assassination. Several times, Jiang Sheng was almost stabbed to the vitals.

Meng Xiangbei stabbed forward again, this time directly stabbing Jiang Sheng in the chest.

Jiang Sheng's pupils suddenly dilated, and blood flowed down.

Seeing that his crown prince was stabbed, Jiang Sheng's accompanying generals immediately stepped forward to rescue him.

There were so many of them, Meng Xiangbei was concerned about Qian Zheng's injury, so he didn't catch up.

His face was cold, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Jiang Sheng, remember my name, Meng Xiangbei, I will definitely take your life in the future."

When the soldiers of the Sui Dynasty saw Jiang Guo's soldiers retreating, and saw that the Jiang Guo prince was seriously injured, they were excited, and immediately took advantage of the victory to pursue and killed a wave of Jiang Guo soldiers before returning to the barracks.

And here, the four of Meng Xiangbei returned to the barracks.

However, as soon as he arrived, Qian Zheng was already exhausted and passed out, and fell straight off his horse.

"General..." Everyone exclaimed.

The military doctors took turns to diagnose and treat him, only to realize that Qian Zheng's injured leg had been seriously injured again and had to be amputated, otherwise his life would be hurt, and that's back was also cut with a knife, bleeding profusely.

The military doctor's face became more and more ugly, and finally he said with great pain: "General Qian, I'm afraid..."

Several military doctors shook their heads in succession.

Qian Zheng's injury was too serious, and they could do nothing.

"No, you have to rescue General Qian. In the palace, don't you all claim to be rejuvenated and miracle doctors? Why can't you save his life now?" Murong Yin growled at the military doctor, his eyes didn't know whether it was because of anger or Flushed with grief.He did not want to accept the news.

"Third Prince, there is nothing we can do." Several military doctors knelt on the ground, trembling.

The atmosphere in the camp suddenly became solemn, and the faces of all the soldiers were full of grief.

Meng Xiangbei's eyes fell on the unconscious and bloodless Qian Zheng, and his brows were tightly frowned.

If possible, he didn't want Qian Zheng to die.

It's just that Qian Zheng's injury was too serious, and it would be very difficult to recover from his injury unless a doctor with very good surgery skills.

If, if Ah Qing was here, there might still be a glimmer of hope, but it was impossible.

"There is a new batch of doctors coming, maybe they have a solution." Yang Huaizhong who just came in from the outside suddenly came in.

"Let them in quickly." The third prince said immediately.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will never let it go.

Not long after, a group of doctors came in one after another.

It is said that these are doctors recruited from various places. On the battlefield, there are too few military doctors, and doctors who come voluntarily can treat more soldiers.

Meng Xiangbei glanced casually into the doctor, and suddenly saw a familiar slender figure falling behind a group of doctors.

No, it's impossible.

Meng Xiangbei took a closer look again, and when he finally confirmed it, he suddenly clenched his hand holding the silver gun.

Probably sensing Meng Xiangbei's scorching gaze, the man also looked over, and the two's eyes immediately met.

"Master..." Qiao Qingjuan murmured blankly, her eyes burning.

He was not mistaken, that was his husband, he finally saw him, great, his husband is fine, he is fine.

"Doctor Qiao, let's catch up quickly." Seeing that he was stunned, the medicine servant stood there and quickly reminded him.

Qiao Qingjuan came back to his senses and followed immediately, but he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

He really wants to hug his husband.

Meng Xiangbei had no way to investigate the reason why Qiao Qingjuan suddenly appeared here at the moment. He could only wait for the opportunity to find out this person and ask him to understand.

"All of you can save General Qian, and this prince will reward you a lot."

The doctors took turns to check Qian Zheng's pulse. The people around held hope, but as one doctor after another shook his head and retreated, the fire of hope they had ignited was extinguished again.

Several generals who had a deep relationship with Qian Zheng were already in tears.

Several military doctors also sighed. They had no hope from the very beginning. They were imperial doctors from the palace, and they couldn't save Qian Zheng, who was seriously injured and dying, let alone these civilian doctors with little reputation and ability .It's just a dying struggle and a waste of time.

When it was Qiao Qingjuan's turn, she laughed even more.

How could such a young boy have that kind of ability? At their age, many of them were still apprentices in medicine halls.

Qiao Qingjuan stepped forward, carefully examined Qian Zheng's pulse and examined it.

"How is it, doctor?" A general next to him asked routinely, but he didn't have any hope. This was the last doctor.

Qiao Qingjuan didn't speak immediately, but checked again carefully.

"It can be cured." Just when everyone's hearts sank to the bottom, Qiao Qingjuan said.

"Really?" Murong Yin's gloomy eyes suddenly lit up, and immediately stepped forward, grabbed Qiao Qingjuan's shoulder, his tone was full of surprise, and he confirmed again, "Is what you said true?"

When Murong Yin got excited, he unconsciously exerted force on his grasping hand, Qiao Qingjun frowned in pain.

"Third prince, you hurt him." Meng Xiangbei immediately stepped forward and waved Murong Yin's hand away, his expression was not very good, and he protected Qiao Qingjuan behind him.

The author has something to say: [This story is slowly coming to an end, and I will write a few more chapters. ps: In the next story, I plan to write about the ghost husband Gong and the impoverished college student's wife and children in the copy]