Haoyue gradually sank westward, and Cheng Huan could faintly hear that the war outside the barracks was going away.

It seems that under the leadership of Ouyang Gurong, this war seems to have ended earlier.

"Cheng Huan!" Before Cheng Huan got up, a clear male voice came from outside the door.

A pair of splashed ink pupils couldn't help but smile a little, it seemed that the recovery speed of the dragon was indeed much happier than she imagined.

Standing up, Cheng Huan Lianbu moved lightly to meet him.

"Are you alright?" The dragon asked with concern in his eyes.

Cheng Huan shook his head calmly, although his face was still so pale as if it had almost disappeared, but the ghostly aura shrouded in his right shoulder had indeed disappeared.

"How's the Iron Cavalry?" Cheng Huan stepped out of the barracks and walked to the barracks next door.

"You have a good rest first, and I'll take care of the Iron Cavalry." Cilong stopped Cheng Huan's steps to move out, and said almost flatteringly.

Cheng Huan has a stubborn temperament, and the dragon doesn't know.

It's just that the wound on Cheng Huan's right shoulder that is still bubbling with blood makes people bear to look at it.

What's more, Cheng Huan has obviously lost too much blood, and if he tries to support it like this, he is afraid that he will eventually fall down.

"How's the war on the periphery?" Raising his eyes to see the firmness shining in the blue and blue eyes of the dragon, Cheng Huan took a step back and sat on the ground and asked softly.

Her body has indeed shown a slight state of inadequacy, if she tries her best to go to the side of the Iron Cavalry now, but she can't support it, I am afraid that it will frustrate the momentum of the three armies.

raised his left hand and stroked the corners of his forehead slightly, and Cheng Huan's face also showed a look of fatigue.

Compared with the war on the periphery, the disputes between the government and the opposition involved in this are what worries her the most.

The news of Prince Rong's return to the military camp in Northern Xinjiang is afraid that this has also been transmitted back to the imperial city.

Prince Rong, who has been missing for ten years, guarding the frontier and pacifying foreign strife must be a very disturbing thing in the eyes of many well-intentioned people.

Since then, Ouyang Gurong has been able to get out of the way, which is not easy.

"Huan'er!" However, before the dragon could respond, another calm voice burst in.

Before he raised his head, all the complicated expressions on Cheng Huan's face had disappeared in an instant, leaving only a quiet and soft smile on his pale face.

At this time, if even she couldn't show calm and calm, I was afraid that Ouyang Gurong's mind would be even more troubled.

"Rong, why are you here?" Cheng Huan smiled and got up to greet him.

The dragon on the side looked at this slight change in Cheng Huan's face, and his blue and blue eyes couldn't help flashing.

What a woman's heart must have to be to achieve such a rapid change.

All the pain and tiredness are buried deep in my heart, and I refuse to show it lightly, let alone become a burden to others because of it.

If it weren't for the momentary change of light and shadow just now, even the ancient divine beast Dragon, who had read countless people, would probably have hesitated that the tired and sad woman he saw earlier was a phantom.

"Why is the injury so severe?" Ouyang Gurong turned his eyes to look at Cheng Huan's right shoulder wrapped in a strip of white cloth, and asked hesitantly.

He clearly remembered that when he saw Cheng Huan in the military field, Cheng Huan was only a shallow blood mark on his forehead and right shoulder.

It's only a few hours of effort, how can it hurt half of the shoulder.

"There was an evil thing attached to the place where the Iron Cavalry was imprisoned, and I accidentally suffered a wound." Only then did Cheng Huan be willing to downplay his previous experience in prison.

Ouyang Gurong's face was slightly tight, he was very familiar with Chenghuan's temperament.

The more lightly described things are, the more hardships are involved.

"Thank you for your hard work." Ouyang Gurong didn't say anything anymore, all the distress and love were put into these four words.

Cheng Huan smiled quietly and shook his head, although his face was as pale as paper, the brilliance in his pair of ink-splashed pupils was still crystal bright.

Being cared for and loved by so many people, she has no regrets in this life.

"How's the war on the periphery?" Only then did Cheng Huan take out Fang Cai's question and ask it again.

While speaking, Cheng Huan had already taken the lead and walked lightly towards the barracks next door.

Inside, there are still three thousand iron cavalry, waiting for the encouragement of Ouyang Gurong, the boss.

"The first battle was won, but the Iron Cavalry also lost more than half." Ouyang Gurong replied calmly.

Cheng Huan's face was still stunned, he didn't expect the Iron Cavalry, known as the God of Death, to suffer such a heavy loss.

If this continues, as long as the other party gathers men and horses, it is inevitable that there will be three or five more attacks, and the state Taiguan will be in danger.

"When they were in the cage, the Iron Cavalry spent a lot of mental energy, and now they can be regarded as elite guards when they can win the expedition." Although he had an ominous premonition in his heart, Cheng Huan still comforted him softly.

Thinking of those bright red shadows that were tangled and tangled like blood, Cheng Huan couldn't help but shiver in his heart.

What's more, the iron cavalry army that faces those evil things day and night, the soldiers who can support it are indeed resolute.

While speaking, a group of three people had already arrived in the barracks.

As soon as Ouyang Gurong Fang, who was dressed in golden armor, appeared at the door of the barracks, a round of red sun erupted from the east, and the dazzling light hit Ouyang Gurong's body, showing more and more his compelling arrogance that looked at the world.

"See the boss!" Although they were injured in the fight, except for the soldiers who were still recuperating after being set up by Cheng Huan, the rest of them all knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully in unison.

Ouyang Gurong, a battle-hardened prince, has an influence in the hearts of the soldiers of the three armies, which can be seen from this.

"Soldiers, please get up quickly, you've worked hard these days." Ouyang Gurong also immediately said majestically.

At this time, Ouyang Gurong saw a kind of Dao scar on the injured soldier's shoulder.

The soldiers who were more seriously injured were only wounded and wrapped in layers of white cloth, while those who were more severely injured were even wrapped in white cloths on both arms.

In such a situation, there is no combat capability under any circumstances.

And Suzaku's fiery red figure was still busy interspersed, and his long fingertips were already stained with a little bit of bright red.

Only Cheng Huan could see that behind that little bit of bright red, there was a hidden dead gray.

"There is a deep netherworld aura hidden within the evil object, and the carrion must be shaved away to survive." Walking beside Ouyang Gurong, Cheng Huan said in secret language.

Ouyang Gurong's scrutinizing black eyes were put back on Cheng Huan's right shoulder.

If the carrion had to be shaved off, then most of Cheng Huan's shoulders must have been cut off now.

I didn't expect that the old eunuch who lived in the imperial city and controlled a qiē would still be able to understand such a ruthless technique.

It's no wonder that when he was in the cottage, he was able to control Qingman's mind lightly.

As soon as he thought of this, Ouyang Gurong's dark eyes flashed with an imperceptible cold light.

If it had been placed earlier, such a person who humiliated the morale of the three armed forces would have been dealt with harshly by him in accordance with military law.

This account, after he returns to the capital, will definitely be settled with that person one by one.

Nodding slightly, Ouyang Gurong turned his gaze to the sleeping soldiers who were covered by the enchantment.

Even though they were already asleep, many soldiers still had a frightened expression on their faces.

I don't know what kind of ordeal they have experienced in the past few days, which has made these iron bones unrestful in their sleep.

"Most of the soldiers are still distracted, and it will take a few days to recover." Cheng Huan followed Ouyang Gurong's gaze, moved his lips slightly, and his calm voice sounded in Ouyang Gurong's ears again.

Ouyang Gurong's dark eyes turned to look at the east, and a round of rising sun was erupting.

They had already suffered a lot of losses in a bloody battle the night before, and now some of the remaining soldiers have lost most of their combat capabilities, and what follows is a vicious battle.