And the general has been beaten back eighty kilometers by the southerners in the past three weeks!

Why didn't he stop the northern army, but instead retreated?

He's a fool, more stupid than a benzopus!

The bearded soldiers and militiamen of the township regiments stayed safe and sound in Fengyun Valley, but they all stubbornly believed that if they were allowed to fight this battle, they would definitely fight better, and spread the map on the table and pointed to explain their battle plan. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the general's ranks were becoming more and more scattered, and he was forced to continue to retreat, while earnestly appealing to the governor of Fumo to send these men to his aid at once, but the state's troops felt safe quite reasonably.

After all, the governor had already disobeyed President Saint Pupil's order, so why should he give in to General Lion Ghost now?

Fight for a while and retreat! Fight for a while and retreat!

The Northern Holy Soul Alliance Army retreated a hundred kilometers in forty days and fought almost every day.

The Church of the Ring is now behind the Northern Army, and it leaves only a terrible and vague memory: the heat, the dust, the hunger, the fatigue, the hard march on the bumpy red dirt road, the crooked and struggling in the red mud, retreating, digging trenches, fighting - retreating, digging trenches, fighting.

The Church of the Ring is a nightmare of a lifetime, as is the Bloodthirsty Abyss, where they once turned around and fought the Southerners like demons, but even though you slaughtered the Southerners all over the place, they often had more new people to fill in.

They always formed a treacherous arc in the northeast, walking through the rear of the Northern Holy Soul Alliance, approaching the track of the Huojiao Steam Car step by step, approaching Fengyun Valley!

Heading north from the Bloodthirsty Abyss, the exhausted troops retreated along the main road towards the Hive Mountain, which approached the town of Pure Soul Spring. Here a ten-kilometer-wide arc is laid out.

They dug foxholes on steep mountainsides and set up platoon guns on the top of dangerous peaks.

As the mules could no longer climb, the sweaty soldiers cursed and dragged their guns up the steep slope, and the communication and wounded soldiers entered the Valley of the Storm, bringing reassuring news to the panicked citizens.

The heights of Hive Mountain are impregnable.

The same is true of the nearby Niugui Mountain and Mashen Mountain, which have also built fortifications, and the Nankees can no longer shake the position of the lion and ghost troops, and it is difficult for them to outflank them, because the artillery fire on the top of the mountain controls all the main roads in a large area.

In this way, the Valley of Storms felt a little lighter, but—but the hive was only forty kilometers away!

Suddenly, one day, the first batch of wounded soldiers from Hive Mountain was about to arrive, and at seven o'clock in the morning, Mrs. Sweetheart's unicorn car stopped at the door of Aunt Salted Fish'er's house.

The girls of the broad beans and mushroom heads also woke up from their sleep, yawning in the back seat of the unicorn car, while the godmother of the broad beans sat in the driver's seat with an unhappy face, with a basket of freshly washed bandages on her knees.

Clumsy and reluctant, she had to force herself, because she had danced all night at the dance held by the township troupe the night before, and her legs were still sore.

As Kiki helped her button up the old, torn calico gown, she cursed Lady Sweetheart, the tireless worker, the wounded soldiers, and the entire Northern Holy Soul Alliance.

She hurriedly swallowed a few mouthfuls of polenta, ate a few slices of dried sweet potatoes, and then walked out of the house to go to the hospital with the girls.

She hated this kind of nursing work, and one day she was going to tell Mrs. Sweetheart that Anne had written to her to go back.

But what is the use of this, the venerable old lady is busy with her sleeves rolled up, her thick waist tied with a large apron, and she is busy working.

She glared at Stupid and said, "Don't talk this nonsense to me anymore, Stupid? I'm writing to your mom today to tell her that we need you so badly. I'm sure she'll understand this and let you stay. Okay, put on your apron and go to Dr. Raccoon, he's going to get a bandage for help. ”

"Now, God!" thought clumsily, "that's where the difficulty lies." Mom would have wanted me to stay here, but I'd rather die than smell the stench anymore! I wish I could be an old woman, so that I could torture young people without being tortured by others—and let a bad old woman like my sweetheart go far for me!"

Yes, she was disgusted with the hospital, the stench, the lice, the painful look, the filthy body.

If there was ever a sense of novelty and romance in nursing, it was a year ago. Moreover, these wounded soldiers withdrawn from the front line are not as attractive as they used to be.

They didn't seem to be interested in her at all, and they didn't have anything else to say, so they just asked, "What is the griffin general doing?

But she didn't think that the lion ghost was a great and witty man, and all he did was to let the southerners invade the demon spirit for a hundred kilometers.

No, they are not the kind of people who make you happy, and many of them are on the verge of death, and will soon die silently, for they had contracted gangrene, typhoid fever, and pneumonia before they reached the Valley of Storms, and are now powerless to resist them.

It was hot, swarms of flies flew into the open windows, these fat, lazy flies were more devastating than sickness, the stench and screams were louder around her, and she followed Dr. Raccoon with her plate in hand, sweating so hard that her freshly washed clothes were soaked.

Now, what a terrible thing to stand next to the doctor, watch his bright scalpel cut into the distressing body, and resist not vomiting!

What a miserable moment to hear the screams of an amputation in the operating room!

Also, the blood-soaked wounded waited for the doctor to arrive amid a scream around them, waiting for him to say something like this: "Sorry, kid, but this hand has to be cut off, yes, yes, I understand. But you see, these red and swollen Daodaos, can you see them? “

When you look at that horrible pale face, you will feel a sense of desperate pity in your heart, and it will be so pleasant!

At that time, anesthetics were hard to come by, and were only used for major amputations, and opium became so precious that it had to be used to alleviate the suffering of the dying, but not as a good medicine for the living, and quinine was no longer available.

Yes, Dumb was so disgusted with all of this, so that morning she wished she could have an excuse not to go to work to be pregnant, as weak as she was, and now this is the only reason that is acceptable to everyone, and she can not take on nursing work.

At noon, she took off her apron and slipped out of the hospital, while Mrs. Sweetheart was busy writing letters to a tall, thin, illiterate wounded soldier of the mountains, and Dumb felt that she could not take it anymore.

She felt that it was a burden imposed on her, and that as soon as the noon shift arrived, new wounded soldiers would flood into the hospital, and she would have a great deal of work to do until the evening - and she might not even have anything to eat.

She hurried across the two unicorn roads towards Spirit Tree Street, gulping in for fresh air and swelling the lace corset.

She stood in a corner, not knowing where to go next. Because he was embarrassed to go home to see Aunt Salted Yu'er, and he didn't want to go back to the hospital, it happened that Zhou Bo passed by in a unicorn car at this time.

"You're like a girl picking up rags," he said, and his eyes looked at her patched light purple calico garment, which was covered with sweat and stains, the latter apparently from the care of the wounded, and was so embarrassed and annoyed that she was so angry.

Why did he always pay attention to women's clothes, and how could he be so rude as to comment on her untidy dress at the moment?

"I won't listen to you at all. Get out of the car and help me get in, and then take me to a place where no one can see me. I don't want to go back to the hospital, even if they hang me!

God knows, I didn't start this human-demon holy war, and I don't see any reason to torture me to death, and—"

"You have become a sinner who betrayed our greatness!"

"Come on, don't talk about the night light of the vegetable pot, help me up. I don't care, you can go wherever you want, just take me for a ride. “

He jumped off the unicorn cart, and then Dumb suddenly felt that a complete man, a man with sound limbs and facial features, he was neither pale from pain nor scorched by malaria, but he seemed to be well nourished, healthy and strong, which made people look so comfortable!

And he was well-dressed, his shirt and trousers were made of the same material, and they fit very well, unlike those worn by others, which were either loose or tight, and he couldn't take a step, while this suit was still new, not at all old, unlike others, even the dirty flesh and hairy legs were exposed.

His apparent indifference to the affairs of the world is surprising enough at the present time, for everyone else has worried, gloomy, and distracted expressions.

His blue face was gentle, and the mouth, the mouth with red lips and white teeth, as sharply contoured and sensual as a woman's mouth, smiled casually as he helped her into the unicorn car, which was very moving.

He himself got into the car and sat down beside her, and at this moment the muscles of his tall body were full and well-proportioned in the well-ironed clothes, and they were attractive, as usual, as if they had been shocked, and she felt a great charm.

She looked at the strong shoulders that bulged out from under his clothes, the unsettling shoulders full of seduction, and could not help but be frightened, how strong and tough his body appeared, which was as unusual as his keen mind.

He was full of a relaxed and graceful power, lying lazily in the sun like a glow-in-the-dark leopard when he was calm, and like a leopard preparing to leap forward and pounce forward when he was alert.

"You little liar," he said teasingly, as he drank the unicorn forward. "You danced with the GIs all night, gave them flowers and ribbons, and said you were willing to sacrifice for your doctrine, but when you were asked to bandage and catch lice for a few wounded soldiers, you ran away. ”

"Can you get the unicorn car faster? Can you tell me something else, if Grandpa Sweetheart comes out of his shop and sees me, and goes back and tells the old lady, I mean Lady Sweetheart, then I'll be out of luck." “

He flicked the whip of the she-unicorn, and it ran briskly through the town of Five Points, over the tracks of the Huojiao steam car that traverse the city, when the train carrying the wounded soldiers had already entered the station, and the stretcher man quickly carried the wounded soldiers into the ambulance and the covered unicorn cart under the scorching sun, and the clumsy did not feel the slightest sense of conscience, but was glad that he had escaped in time, and felt very relieved.

"I'm tired of working in this kind of hospital. She said, arranging the skirt she had sat down and fastening the hat band under her chin, "Every day more and more wounded soldiers pour into the city. It's all the Lion General's fault, if he had held the Southerners at bay in Storm Ridge, they would have been—"

"Silly boy, why didn't he rise up to stop the Southerners? But if he stayed there, the Dark Lord would outflank him, sever him from the left and right flanks, and completely crush him, and at the same time he would lose the Huojiao Steam Car Track, which was his purpose in battle. ”

"Well, it's his fault anyway, whatever. "Stupid put it this way, she didn't know what strategy and tactics were in the first place. "He should find a way, and I think he should be removed. Why didn't he hold his ground and retreat?"

"It turns out that you, like everyone else, shouted for you to kill him because you couldn't do what you couldn't do. He was seen as a savior at Stormridge, and six weeks later he became a traitor when he reached Hive Mountain. But if he pushes the Yankees back forty kilometers, he will become Jesus again.

My child, know that the Dark Lord's forces are twice as large as the Lion Ghost troops, and he can spell out one of our lads with two people.

And the lion ghost can't afford to lose any of them, he desperately needs reinforcements, but what can he get? Even if he can get the Governor of Fumo's Baby, what good is that?"

"Is the militia really going to be transferred? The same is true of the township regiments? How do you know?

I haven't heard of it. ”

"There are already rumors circulating everywhere, and it was from the Huojiao steam car that drove this morning.

Both the militia and the village regiment will go to reinforce General Lion's troops.

Yes, Governor Voldemort's Baby's Son will probably finally taste the smell of gunpowder. They really never imagined to do it in real life.

I think they'll be surprised. The governor personally promised not to send them to the front.

So, it's just fun for them, they think they're in danger.

Because the governor even openly rebelled against President Shengtong and refused to send them to the psychic sanctuary. He said they had to stay and keep the state safe.

Who would have thought that the Human-Demon Holy War would hit their backyard, and they really have to rise up to defend this state?"

"Well, you can still laugh, you cruel fellow! Think of the old gentlemen and children in the village group! Why, even the little bullfrog, even the sweetheart grandpa and the winter melon? Uncle Angry Bao has to go!"

"I'm not talking about the children and veterans of the Haijiaowan Human and Demon Holy War. I'm talking about brave young men who love to wear beautiful uniforms and wield swords like potatoes." )