Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

"Just care?" The third prince looked tense and was very unhappy: "You are the general of this battalion, and you should have known for a long time.

It has been a month since they chased the bandits.

Why did the wounded never get better, and even several soldiers died of serious injuries. "

General Zhendong waved his big hand: "His Royal Highness, victory or defeat is a common thing in military affairs. These people are soldiers, **** dead, isn't it normal?"

The second prince frowned: "What are you talking about, they are not infected with an incurable disease, these living people are lying on the sickbed bleeding constantly,

You say it's normal? These are obviously lives that can be saved. I think your attitude is perfunctory and you don't pay attention. No wonder these soldiers can't get better! "

The anxious facial features of Cao Junshi next to General Zhendong were all wrinkled together.

Seeing that the two princes were angry, he hurriedly came out to smooth things out: "Our general also often asks about the situation of the wounded soldiers, it's not that he doesn't care, please His Royal Highness."

General Zhendong's eyes swept over the two princes and princesses present.

In his eyes, no matter how precious the clothes are, they are also half-sized and hairy children.

He has been a general for so many years, and he has long been like an old fritter.

Are you still afraid of these children?

Immediately, General Zhendong said: "The last general is a warrior. His words will offend His Highness. Please take more care of His Highness."

The tone of words was as if he was like this. It's your business whether you take it or not, he's not afraid anyway.

Gu Nuoer sat and watched, with her small hand supporting her round chin.

This general of Zhendong does not have the integrity and demeanor of a warrior at all, but instead has a condescending attitude, which is no different from the gangsters she has seen!

The little guy tapped his cheek with his fingertips, and said Nuo Nuo: "General, then let me ask, how many brothers are injured in the battalion now?"

General Zhendong was stunned and said vaguely: "About seven or eight, there were more before, and it is estimated that it is much better now."

Gu Nuo'er shook her little finger: "It's wrong, there are thirty-six in total. Each of them, when they are in pain, bleed constantly,

The wound keeps tearing, the food is not good, and the healthy person can't bear it after lying on the sickbed for a long time! "

The little guy put his hands on his hips: "General Zhendong, you don't understand me clearly~"

The second prince sneered and echoed: "I don't know my own soldiers, so the general must be unable to explain why my third brother found that your military camp is not enough.

As far as I know, my father, the emperor, has always spent a lot of money on military spending, and has never treated these soldiers who shed their blood for him harshly. When it comes to you, it's not enough, strange! "

The third prince followed the words of his brothers and sisters and then continued: "It's more than that, I think, it is necessary to let the censors intervene and investigate thoroughly.

General Zhendong usually does not practice in the barracks, and now he is still drunk. "

You three brothers and sisters, you say a word, you will be ashamed of what General Zhendong said!

He didn't want to accept the second prince's silver ticket, because once accepted, the emperor would know.

At that time, the matter will become a big one, and the court will know that he does not care about the injuries of the soldiers.

In his eyes, this group of soldiers will be fine if they care for them, but if they don't die unfortunately, just throw them out.

Such a trivial matter, can't let a few His Royal Highnesses make trouble!