The light of a kerosene lamp was ubiquitous in the narrow triangular medical tent, and the curtain illuminated the tall figure of a man, and sometimes moths pounced on the lamp, but the glass façade prevented them from committing suicide. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Jing Ling looked at the moths that pounced on the kerosene lamp, and his expression couldn't help but look trance, why wasn't he one of these moths that put out fire?

He knows the strength of the Chinese Empire best, it seems to have fertile land and tens of millions of people, but as long as a war is lost, this rising empire will fall to the ground and be annihilated in the torrent of history.

What will happen to my family and people at that time?

He didn't want to think about the heinous cruelty, but it was vivid, it happened every day, and it tormented his heart all the time......

A figure flashed at the entrance of the tent, his thoughts were interrupted, and the person who came in was the nurse Dolma, who came to Jing Ling's side with a rectangular iron plate full of medical supplies, and then crouched down and began to treat the wound on Jing Ling's foot.

She first wiped the dirt off Jingling's feet with a cotton cloth, and then used scissors to cut off a piece of trousers, revealing a shocking scar.

This reminded her of the scene in the morning, a storm came without warning, the Thunder Emperor disguised as a general commanded everyone to fight against the storm, even if he was cut on the leg by the speeding iron piece, it only made him pause for a moment, pulled out the iron piece and treated the wound briefly, and then threw himself into the rescue operation again.

There is no doubt that their emperor dared to stand up to the decaying times and the ruthless power of the heavens, and most people in the empire thought they had a good emperor, but many more thought they had a warlike emperor.

"What's wrong?" Jing Ling saw Dolma staring at her wound in a daze, and thought that the terrible injury had frightened the flower girl.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! After Zhuoma came back to her senses, she hurriedly helped Jing Ling clean her wounds, because the other party was the king of a country, so she was inevitably a little nervous, and accidentally overexerted force, and the tweezers holding the cotton ball were directly against the crack, which made Jing Ling gasp.

"Oh my God! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Zhuoma's face turned pale with fright, if Jing Ling still faced her as a teacher, then she wouldn't have looked so panicked. But now sitting in front of her was an emperor, a man at the top of the pyramid of power, the man she once showed love, and all of that made her shudder.

The huge class gap has long been stripped of her love for Jingling, and she no longer dares to imagine what kind of consequences she will suffer if she shows her love to an emperor, maybe she will fly on the branches and become a phoenix, but it is more likely that she will be ridiculed by thousands of people.

Jing Ling didn't know what Zhuoma was thinking, seeing that this girl with a refined and elegant face looked panicked in front of him, he chose to comfort with an encouraging look: "It's okay, it's not very painful, by the way, I see that you didn't bring a needle and thread, don't I need stitches for this wound?" ”

Zhuoma was stunned, she never thought that the Thunder Emperor's temper was so good, you must know that the number of people buried in his hands so far has exceeded 200,000, for this ruthless and domineering emperor, most people have an ambivalence of love and fear, including Zhuoma.

When she came back to her senses, she immediately said, "No, your wound must be treated as soon as possible, Dr. Lane is ...... Clean up the operating room, someone will soon send you a wheelchair, and after I help you take care of the initial wound, someone will take you to the operating room for further treatment. ”

Jing Ling frowned and said, "Don't bother Ryan, you go and get the needle and thread now, and I'll take care of the wound myself." ”

"Ahh Dolma stared at Shui Lingling's big eyes in disbelief: "What did you say!?" ”

"I'll tell you to go get the needle and thread and come back, and tell Ryan by the way, tell him to concentrate on his own work, and I can do it with a small injury." Jing Ling's tone seemed unmistakable, and the aura brewed in the high position pressed towards Zhuoma like a tide, and the girl nodded subconsciously, with a submissive look on her face, and then turned around and left the tent......

Jing Ling looked at her hurried back and sighed, "What kind of destruction will the war make of her?" ”

He couldn't get an answer, because he didn't know what the future of the empire was, and a voice of inquiry outside the tent broke the silence of the night: "May I ask who you are and what you are here for!?" ”

A few slightly anxious responses followed: "I'm Qiu Qi, the quartermaster of the logistics department, and I've come to report the damage to the Thunder Emperor." ”

"I'm Harwood, the head of the armament department, and that's why I'm here."

"I'm—"

"Hello Chairman Cain!"

"Hello, can we go in?"

"Of course!"

In a moment, Cain walked into the tent with three high-ranking generals, and the two royal guards who remained outside also slowly approached the tent, they stood silently aside, but the sharp afterglow was circulating on Cain and the others.

"Thunder ...... Are your injuries okay? Cain's expression was complicated, so that Kyo felt a palpitation, thinking that something bad must have happened, and he said to Cain, who wanted to stop talking, "I'm fine, tell me what happened?" ”

Cain's face had a hazy attraction against the candlelight, but the handsome man's face was full of sorrow at the moment, and his eyes were full of unrelieved joy, "Our ammunition is soaked in rain, and I have mobilized ammunition from nearby towns to concentrate on the front line, but it will take at least 15 hours before we can start a firearms battle. ”

"Well, what else?" Kyoling could see that this was not the real reason for Cain's sorrow.

"And ......," Cain paused, "the war was very tense during this time, and the soldiers were dealing with death every day, and their spirits were always in a state of tension. There are many soldiers who choose to prostitute in private in order to relieve stress. Prostitution, or even prostitution. Prostitutes were brought to the barracks, and today we found out that the soldiers of two battalions were infected with venereal diseases on a large scale, and the non-combat attrition was at least more than a thousand. ”

"What do you think about this?" Jing Ling asked with a frown.

"Maybe we can set up an army. After saying that, Cain glanced at Jing Ling worriedly, and found that the other party was not as angry as he imagined, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time recalled that when Yashan City was captured, thousands of soldiers tried to vent....... Desire. Traitor. The women in the adulterous city were finally sentenced to death by Jing Ling in public, in order to kill sex. Abuse is completely strangled from the people's war.

But human nature exists after all, and no one can destroy it...... Cain sighed inwardly.

Jing Ling took a deep breath, he wanted to spit out that breath as if he was relieved, but the reality was a sigh: "If the army is formed. brothel, do we still have to collect consolation. Anwive!? (To be continued.) )