Chapter 1145

Yang Si squinted and barely saw Jiang Pengji coming against the light.

He endured the pain and stood up with his uninjured hand on the stone under his body. Jiang LongQin helped him.

"Sinner Yang Si, I've seen the Lord."

Yang Si stepped forward to meet Yang Si. Jiang Pengji had approached her horse, turned over and dismounted quickly, and lifted Yang Si with one hand.

"What sinner is not a sinner?" Jiang Pengji frowned tightly and stared at the white cloth tied to his shoulder. Because Yang Si's range of action was a little large, the wound that had just stopped the blood burst open, and a little bright red slowly seeped out, and the halo was red.

Yang Si, pale and ashamed, said, "the wrong command of the sinner led to the death of thousands of soldiers..."

Jiang Pengji thought it was something. He couldn't be blamed for it.

A fool's thoughtfulness must have a gain, and a wise man's thoughtfulness must have a loss.

Yang Si is a man, not a brain——

No, even the heavenly brain has made mistakes, let alone a mortal?

In the final analysis, this is not Yang Si's fault. It can only blame the enemy for his superior chess.

He's good. Go back to the pot.

"How can there be an immortal in war?"

Jiang Pengji is also distressed that thousands of elite died here, but this is not the reason to throw the pot and shirk responsibility.

Yang Si's lips moved back and forth for a long time, and his bloodshot eyes burst out, which made others feel sad.

"You have tried your best to deal with the enemy and even preserve most of your troops. What do I blame you for doing?" Jiang Pengji said reluctantly, "if you feel sorry, then take good care of your injury. You've suffered a loss in Han Yu's hands this time, and you'll find the venue next time."

Yang Si stopped the loss in time, and more than 10000 elite kept more than 6000.

Most of the casualties are in Guxu canyon. In that case, some people can withdraw. Who can say that Yang Si has made reactive efforts?

Jiang Pengji turned her eyes to Qin Gong and said, "Captain Qin was seriously injured. Why don't the medical soldiers deal with it well?"

In ancient times, medical skills were backward. In her time, missing arms and legs could grow back in minutes. It would be impossible to put them here.

Although Qin Gong is not short of arms and legs, the wound on his body is still terrible, and there is a palm long scratch on his face.

Suddenly, she was named by Jiang Pengji, and Qin Gong's mind suddenly came together.

"Lord, Lord -"

Qin Gong called, but his mind was still in a mess, so that he suddenly lost his tongue and didn't know what to say.

Jiang Pengji looked calm and said, "I'll talk about what's going on later. Captain Qin will deal with the wound first to avoid excessive blood loss."

Qin Gong thought he would wait for a storm of reprimand, but the result was warm care, which scared him a little confused.

Accustomed to the wayward Lord Xu Fei, Qin Gong is ready to carry the pot in 72 patterns.

It is an indisputable fact that Qin Gong lost nearly 40% of his troops for whatever reason.

If the Lord is furious and uses military law to deal with him, he will have no complaints.

Fortunately, Jiang Pengji didn't know what Qin Gong was thinking. If she knew, she would turn her eyes.

Is she the kind of indiscriminate Lord?

"Lord, let Gongliao lead the remnant to evacuate first." Yang Si slowly sat back on the boulder, took a deep breath in the dark and pressed down the pain of the wound. "Gong Liao doesn't know that the Lord led the reinforcements to arrive. Can you send a messenger to call him back?"

Jiang Pengji joked, "naturally, otherwise Gongliao will run in the wrong direction and run to the enemy's nest."

At present, Jiang Pengji sends a messenger to recover Cheng Yuan.

Cheng Yuan was a little confused at first. He grabbed the messenger and asked three or four times before accepting the surprise.

Originally steady, he suddenly collapsed, with a look of crying and laughing on his face.

"God bless the Lord - God bless our army -"

After ecstasy, Cheng Yuan asks about Yang Si and Qin Gong in detail and learns that they are still alive. Cheng Yuan almost cries.

He quickly integrated his troops and horses and returned along the same road.

When he fled, his heart was as heavy as a mountain, and all kinds of negative emotions overwhelmed him.

When he went, Cheng Yuan wanted to install a pair of wind and fire wheels at the bottom of his feet and fly over with a sound.

The horse galloped, the sleeves were filled with wind, and the hair scarf was flying.

When he led the troops to arrive, the humble camp had been set up, and pots were set up on a pile of campfires, with miscellaneous food cooked in the pots.

The smell of food floated into everyone's nose and made everyone's stomach sound like thunder.

Those soldiers who survived were so hungry that they opened their mouths to eat as soon as the white rice came out of the oven.

The hot rice rolled in their mouth for several times, making them shiver.

Their tongues were burning red, and they were reluctant to spit it out. Instead, they swallowed it whole.

The heat rolled down the mouth into the esophagus, hot, warm and satisfied. Many people had burst into tears and sobbed with a bowl.

Others were so anxious that they grabbed the rice with their hands, cried for a while and laughed again.

These days, I drink water and eat wild grass bark. I'm so hungry that I can only tighten my belt. A group of people have long been hungry.

Yang Si is the same, but now he meets an embarrassing accident.

His whole right arm was wrapped tightly and hung on his chest. It was unnatural to use chopsticks in his left hand.

The large ones are OK. They can still be clamped if they are not twisted. He can't clamp the small ones.

"Alas - I hate that I'm not a filial son -" Yang Si envied for a while and put down his chopsticks unhappily. Wei Ci's left and right hands are very flexible. His left hand writes with chopsticks comparable to his right hand. He handles official documents with both hands. Ordinary people can't learn such unique skills.

Just thinking, there was a wooden spoon in front of me.

"Thank you, Captain Jiang -"

Yang Si was flattered.

The female captain is very cold on weekdays. Except for the Lord, she doesn't miss the second person.

Yang Si has always been afraid to provoke such people.

She could condescend to get herself a spoon. It was like the sun rising in the West.

"No thanks. It's inconvenient for the military division to use chopsticks. I'm afraid I'll lose my appearance in front of the Lord -"

Yang Si: "

Hehe, the sun is still rising from the East today. The inaccessible captain can't leave the Lord in three words.

Yang Si couldn't help muttering, and Jiang LongQin at the tip of his ear heard his name.

"Military division?"

Yang Si coughed and ate with a spoon, avoiding Jiang LongQin.

Jiang Pengji heard what Yang Si said.

Her eyes swept over Jiang nongqin, her face motionless as a mountain, and she thought in her heart.

Taking advantage of Jiang Pengji's dining time, the frightened audience quietly poked out their heads, and a few scattered bullets finally appeared on the blank screen.

[Shen Jia]: Excuse me - can I fire a Barrage now?

[that season]: should, should it be ok?

The audience of two planes cried in a storm, even across one plane, but the murderous spirit made them tremble.

When watching the live broadcast, they always thought that Jiang Pengji would suddenly shout, cut the screen with a knife and kill them.