After yesterday's battle, Yinhu Mountain has long been a place of ruins, with countless corpses lying on the ground, and the blood has condensed into a thick layer after a night of precipitation. The strong smell of blood still hasn't dissipated, making people feel unspeakably disgusting.

On the unburned branches, several black crows watched vigilantly at the crowd on the ground, and from time to time they let out hoarse and ugly cries, as if to warn the people to get out of their territory and not to fight for their food.

Jiang Dahu saw such a tragic situation, even though he had lived a life of licking blood from the knife all his life, he still felt heart-wrenching, these people were all from his own Yinhu Mountain, and it was because he had no ability that he let so many people die here.

The people who came back alive watched all this with great grief, they had rejected the officers and soldiers of the court from their hearts, and after this time, they hated the court even more in their hearts.

The most uncomfortable thing is not that Yinhu Mountain was almost looted, but that he kept picking up the remains of his friends or relatives.

After cleaning up for a day and a night before burying the bodies of all the dead on Silver Tiger Mountain, Jiang Dahu sat in the newly renovated hall, looking at the leaders who looked languishing.

There used to be one hundred and eight generals, but now there are less than half of them, and they can no longer hear the fierce discussions of those people.

Mo Erhu sat on the chair and lowered his head, he hated that he was missing a leg and couldn't go into battle to kill the enemy in person.

Jiang Dahu is the first person to cheer up, he is the lord of Yinhu Mountain, he must also cheer up, with this bloody lesson, he no longer hopes to coexist peacefully with the imperial court, he will find a way to strengthen Yinhu Mountain again, and then take revenge on the imperial court. Seemingly crazy thoughts, Jiang Dahu will not say to anyone, he wants to bury it in his heart until he has enough strength, then use his strength to prove everything.

Jiang Dahu originally wanted to recall the people who were released by Fang Jue to be dart masters, but he was persuaded by Fang Jue, and fortunately let some people leave Yinhu Mountain, so as to avoid more casualties, and Fang Jue felt that if Yinhu Mountain was to rise, the support of these people would be indispensable in the future.

What needs to be done for today's plan is to rectify the existing people in Yinhu Mountain, and according to statistics, there are still more than 4,000 people in Yinhu Mountain.

It was really a battle, and before being beaten to liberation, Jiang Dahu felt like he had a sweet dream, and then he was woken up by force.

There are so many movements in Yinhu Mountain, and it must have spread within the Celestial Empire, so Fang Jue wrote a letter back to Jiangning, at least to report Fang Yan's safety.

Counting the days, it has been a few months since Fang Jue left Chang'an, and he is really a little nostalgic for Chang'an's personnel, but the matter of Yinhu Mountain has not been dealt with yet, and he still has to stay for a few more days.

On this day, it rained on Yinhu Mountain, and the rain was very heavy, as if it was about to wash away the traces of the massacre that Yinhu Mountain had been slaughtered in this way.

When Fang Jue looked up at the sky, the house he had just built was still a little leaky, ticking, ticking, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, Fang Jue was a little embarrassed, because Xiao Yue was holding all kinds of tools to hold water, but he still couldn't catch the dense flying stream on the roof.

Fang Jue simply didn't move, letting the rain drain down wildly, and after a while, thick water was accumulating in the house, and Fang Jue was a little helpless.

The dignified Yinhu Mountain military master actually lived in such a dilapidated room, and he was about to find someone to renovate it again, but at this moment, a coughing sound came.

Fang Jue turned his head to look and saw a tall woman with an oil-paper umbrella walking over.

This woman is strong, it's only been a few days, and this Jiang San can actually get out of bed and walk around.

"What are you doing in such a heavy rain?"

Fang Jue could see that Jiang San was still a little weak, and his face was a little pale. Fang Jue hadn't been to see Jiang San these days, but she just listened to the people who took care of her talk about Jiang San's situation.

"I heard you were leaking rain here, so I came over to take a look."

Jiang San held the handle of the umbrella tightly, and then walked up to Fang Jue.

Jiang San deliberately dressed up today, and the most important thing is that he didn't hold the big knife that she never left his body, so it looked like she was actually the same as other women.

Fang Jue still wanted to invite Jiang Sanya to sit in the house a little politely, but the water in the place couldn't get off his feet at all.

"This rain can't stop for a while, you, you can come and sit."

Jiang San invited someone to her so-called boudoir for the first time, and it was a man, which was not what she was good at, it seemed a little stiff, and it sounded more like an order.

Fang Jue was a little petrified, he didn't know if this was an order, and he didn't feel a little sincere.

However, Fang Jue did not refuse, and followed Jiang San and walked towards her room.

Jiang San was in a little messy mood at the moment, she was even more nervous, even if she asked people to clean up her room, she always felt that something was missing.

Fang Jue went to Jiang San's boudoir for the first time, there were a lot of things for women in it, objects of various colors, as long as it could set off femininity, her room had it, but this arrangement of furnishings seemed very incongruous, this is not like a women's boudoir, but more like a warehouse for women's products.

"Sit down."

Jiang San beckoned Fang Jue to sit down extremely unnaturally, she wanted to pour water for Fang Jue, but accidentally vibrated her injured arm.

"I'll do it anyway."

Fang Jue hurriedly stepped forward to help hold the teapot, but touched Jiang San's hand. Jiang San hurriedly took it back as if he had been electrocuted, and then looked at Fang Jue with some embarrassment and confusion as he poured water.

"The injury is not healed, just rest well, the affairs of Yinhu Mountain are handled by the big boss and the leaders, you can take care of it with peace of mind."

Fang Jue handed Jiang San a glass of water, but Jiang San looked at it stupidly.

Jiang San, who is used to being busy, where can he stop, lying in bed these days is more uncomfortable than the stinging pain of the wound.

Jiang Dahu also gave an order not to allow Jiang San to move around drowsily, otherwise it would not be good to move the wound.

Jiang San heard several people talking, saying that the military advisor's room was leaking rain, but she suddenly became interested, and then got out of bed alone to take a look, and also walked around by the way.

No one dared to stop Jiang San from leaving, not to mention that Jiang San was using the excuse of going to see the military division.

Many people in Yinhu Mountain saw the scene in the swamp, and Jiang Dahu's attitude was tantamount to acquiescing to this non-existent fact.

When Jiang Dahu heard that Jiang San was going to find a military advisor, he didn't stop it, but laughed. It's a good thing that my daughter finally knows how to find a man.

Jiang San took the water handed over by Fang Jue, and then took a sip, his slender fingers holding the quilt, but he was reluctant to put it down.

Fang Jue actually has nothing to talk about about Jiang San. He just looked out the window at the rain, as if he really thought of this place as a place to hide from the rain.

Jiang San didn't have any topic, her fingers played with the quilt in her hand, and her eyes also followed Fang Jue's vision, but she looked at Fang Jue from time to time.

Fang Jue's side face is clearly contoured, Fang Jue hasn't shaved his beard for a few days, and his shallow beard brings out Fang Jue's masculine atmosphere.

The two of them sat quietly as if it were a still world, and there was nothing but the sound of the rain.

But outside this small world, Jiang Dahu was like a voyeur, standing in a corner that was not easy to find, and he watched everything in Jiang San's room. The rain was too heavy, although he couldn't hear what was being talked about clearly, but from Jiang San's eyes when he looked at Fang Jue, Jiang Dahu completely understood his daughter's thoughts.

Jiang Dahu felt that he could finally be relieved in advance, because at this moment in his heart, his daughter's lifelong event was the biggest thing.

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