There is a clear difference in the handwriting of the two letters, and it is clear that one was not written by Rong Chi, but sent by someone else in Dongcheng.

"Song Xiao..."

King Qin groaned, put down the letter, and looked up at Luo Qianzhe, who was handling the official affairs of the court for him, "Doctor Luo, I heard that before the war in Dongcheng, you had been lurking in the Qi Kingdom for several months, do you know what kind of person Song Xiao is?" ”

"The secret guard sent by the giant went to Qidu to check, but he was just an unknown little person, and he couldn't make any big waves." Luo Qianzhe said without raising his head.

"Really?"

"Back to the king, yes."

King Qin's eyes flashed slightly, fleeting, "The giant son wrote a letter, asking me for a month's grain and grass. ”

Luo Qianzhe replied respectfully: "Dongcheng has just fought a war, and it needs sufficient treasury. ”

"Well, this time, the grain and grass will be escorted to Xicheng by Dr. Luo." The King of Qin casually destroyed the letters.

Luo Qianzhe finished dealing with the last paper in his hand and got up to accept the order.

Luo Qianzhe took a letter of order from the treasury of the Qin capital and quickly left the main hall.

Luo Qianzhe didn't raise his head in the main hall, but it inevitably caused unnecessary trouble.

King Qin was able to keep him by his side, which showed that he wanted to reuse him.

Luo Qianzhe recalled the actions of King Qin when he burned the letters, and the choking smoke echoed in the main hall for a quarter of an hour without dissipating.

Immediately, Luo Qianzhe determined one thing, there was more than one letter sent from Dongcheng. It is very likely that there are spies planted by King Qin on the side of Dongcheng to monitor Rong Chi's every move.

Tut...

Aren't you tired of him?

Dare to drive him away?

In less than ten days, retribution will come!

Luo Qianzhe didn't dare to delay, took the letter written by the King of Qin and asked for people, and then went to the warehouse to carry the January grain and grass needed for this battle, and immediately got up and left the Qin capital.

Let's talk about the West Side. After the end of the war, the gates on both sides of the West City were filled with corpses.

After the Qin army completely withdrew from Xicheng, Duan Jiuqing ordered the corpses outside the city tower to be disposed of.

Song Xiaoxiao's white robe was stained with blood, but it was not Qin Jun's, nor her own, but the blood of Qi Jun's comrades-in-arms...

The end of the war was exchanged for the collective cheers of the whole Qi country.

Song Xiaoxiao stood at the foot of the city tower, and there was no trace of joy on her resolute little face.

Jian Zhan simply tapped the number of casualties, "The results are not bad." None of the casualties exceeded 10,000, and compared to the Dongcheng side, we obviously had the upper hand this time. ”

Song Xiaoxiao nodded her head.

"Why do you look sullen? Think about the face after the defeat of Rong Chi's army, hahahaha, I can at least eat one more bowl of rice tonight! ”

Jian Zhan's face was colored, and he smiled gloatingly, pulling at the wound.

"Well, it's funny." Song Xiaoxiao's gaze shifted to the warrior who was still conscious after being carried into the city.

The warrior was looking at her.

He muttered in a low voice, opening his mouth to say something.

Song Xiaoxiao leaned over and lowered his head, only to hear: "Military advisor... I can't stand it anymore, please strategist... Turn... Tell the general that I didn't... Shame on Cangyun..."

The soldier was badly wounded and weak, and when he had said these words, he fainted.

Song Xiaoxiao trembled and held his hand that was still warm.

"You hold on, the general is waiting for the day when you stand in front of him in person and tell him, think about your family, you have to live well, live well..."

Suddenly, she thought of something, "What about medicine... What about blood cures... Give it to me, give it to me..."

Then the medicine that didn't cost money was sprinkled on the wound of his sword.