When Chen Zhiyi returned to the inn, Xie Fanghua had been asleep for a long time, she opened the door, closed the door, and walked over, everything was so careful.

Sleep until dawn.

Seeing that his sister hadn't woken up yet, Chen Zhiyi ran out to buy breakfast and inquired about the battle situation by the way.

It's still the old place, and the boss is making the second round of scallion oil rolls.

"Uncle! I want three scallion oil rolls, pumpkin porridge, mung bean porridge, ......" Chen Zhiyi thought for a while and read out the things he wanted to buy one by one.

The boss responded and sped up the movement in his hand.

The boss thinks this girl is very good. However, what he was curious about was that this girl was not dressed gorgeously, but she came to him almost every day to buy breakfast, and when she bought it, it was a copper plate.

After a long time, they became acquainted. Especially the daughter-in-law of the family, because she has a son under her knees and goes to war, so she likes this girl very much.

"Uncle, how is the situation at the front?" Chen Zhiyi watched the boss start cutting green onions, and then asked.

The boss replied while skillfully chopping the green onions: "My son said, General Murong is going to fight against Lu Han of Western Vietnam today!" You also know that General Murong is not only familiar with the art of war, but also has strong martial arts, I think! General Murong will definitely win. ”

Chen Zhiyi leaned against the wooden pillar, clasped his hands around his chest, pondered, and asked, "Uncle, are you still bringing breakfast to your son recently?" ”

Because there is a son in the barracks, the boss gets up early every day, secretly brings breakfast to his son, and then has to come back to work in the store.

The boss began to pour oil into the pot, and Chen Zhiyi was afraid that the oil would be fried on her face and hurt a lot, so he stood farther away.

"I went there this morning, but my son said don't send it recently, and the barracks are strict." If he didn't feel sorry for his son, the boss wouldn't have risked violating military law to bring breakfast to his son.

Chen Zhiyi nodded, rolled his eyes, and said, "Otherwise, I'll bring food to my brother for you!" ”

In this way, she can run to the barracks every day, and maybe she can inquire about Brother Jin for her sister.

The most important thing is that Chen Zhiyi also wants to go to the battlefield, if she has the opportunity, maybe she will sneak in and disguise herself as a man to go to war.

When the boss heard this, he naturally shook his head vigorously and disagreed, "How can this trouble you!" And if this is discovered, my son will also suffer. ”

Chen Zhiyi saw that the shortbread had been fried in the cauldron, so he got closer and watched the boss make scallion oil rolls again, "Uncle who won't be discovered, you believe me." ”

The boss didn't know Chen Zhiyi's purpose, and he was worried about both the girl and his son being discovered.

After thinking about it, he glanced up at Chen Zhiyi, saw that the other party's expression was sincere, and he smiled confidently, sighed heavily, and agreed.

Then, he told Chen Zhiyan how often he would get up to get breakfast, where to find his son, and how to find his son Yunyun.

"However, girl, don't go to the barracks for the time being these two days." Finally, the boss added.

Chen Zhiyi nodded in agreement.

When the things she asked for were ready, she paid the money and went back to the inn.

Xie Fanghua had already gotten up, and when he saw Chen Zhiyi holding the oiled paper in his arms, he knew that it must be filled with the delicious food in the breakfast shop.

"Where did you go last night? West Vietnamese military camp? Chen Zhiyi just came in, and before she could close the door, Xie Fanghua walked up to her and asked.

Chen Zhiyi was weak-hearted, but he still nodded honestly, "Sister, I'm not fine!" ”

"I know I can't stop you." Xie Fanghua knew that it was useless for him to be angry, so he just sighed and shook his head helplessly.

She's just worried that something will happen to her sister.

Chen Zhiyi walked to the table with the oiled paper, then spread out the things and asked Xie Fanghua to eat.

After sitting down, Chen Zhiyi pushed the mung bean porridge down in front of Xie Fanghua and kept the pumpkin porridge for himself.

Xie Fanghua knew that Chen Zhiyan just didn't like to eat mung beans, so he forcibly changed the position of the two bowls.

"I ......" have been eating pumpkin porridge for the past few days, Chen Zhiyi originally wanted to change the taste of his sister, but today he bought mung bean porridge, but he didn't expect his sister to do this!

Damn it!

Chen Zhiyi felt that he would still be able to buy pumpkin porridge in the future.

Calming down, she began to drink mung bean porridge with difficulty, and then took a flower roll, "Sister, I have three moves with Lu Han, and I am slightly better." But I don't think he did his best. ”

"Then do you think Murong can beat him?" Since Zhiyi came back safely, Xie Fanghua only cared about this issue.

"Let's tie." Chen Zhiyi thought for a moment.

Originally, I was still thinking about whether to reassure my sister, saying that Brother Jin was slightly better, but after thinking about it, there was no need for that, so she said so.

Xie Fanghua's shortbread to his mouth was put down again, "That's ......"

Seeing her like this, Chen Zhiyan regretted it a little, and she hurriedly comforted: "Don't be afraid, sister, Brother Jin can't beat and run, anyway, Lu Han probably can't hurt Brother Jin." ”

Yes, mostly...... It doesn't hurt.

"By the way, sister, Brother Jin, it seems that you are going to fight against Lu Han today." Chen Zhiyi had just snatched a piece of pumpkin from Xie Fanghua's bowl when he suddenly remembered this.

This is the time.

Murong Jin had already led the Nanyu army, took the lead on horseback, and officially faced Lu Han.

Behind Lu Han was the Western Vietnamese Army.

"You are Murong Jin?" Lu Han pointed at Murong Jian and asked loudly.

"Yes." Murong Jin looked at him lightly and replied.

He looked at Murong Jin, who was wearing the famous Beihai Jiaolong Armor, and the unsheathed sword in his hand seemed to be the Green Dragon Sword. Looking at his appearance again, he is ordinary, but the cold aura emanating from his whole body can tell at a glance that this person is not simple.

The main thing is......

This kid is so white.

"That's right. General Lu Han, my sister has someone she likes. Although it looks ordinary, it ...... People are very white. ”

He suddenly remembered Chen Zhiyi's words.

"Hey, it turns out that Murong Jin of Nanyu is a little white face! Look at how good you look, why do you still come to war? Lu Han scoffed.

In fact, Murong Jin's complexion is not very white, it is a normal kind. It's just that compared to the dark-skinned Lu Han, he is indeed a lot whiter.

Murong Jin didn't care either, just said, "General Lu, there is no need to say much gossip. As soon as the words fell, he pulled out the Qinglong Sword, rode his horse and galloped, and rushed towards Lu Han first.

Lu Han snorted lightly, said a word to the yellow-haired boy, and then also waved his sword and rode the horse.

On the battlefield, it is the sound of swords colliding with each other, the sound of BMW horses' hooves stepping on the yellow sand, and the sound of war drums.

Back and forth, the two have been fighting for more than a dozen rounds.

"General Murong really didn't disappoint General Ben." Lu Han rode back a few steps and said.

He was just waiting for Murong Jin, otherwise he would not have personally fought against Deputy General Nanyu.

Murong Jin, who was famous in Beidi's First World War, should not be underestimated.

Especially this body of martial arts.

Murong Jin also rode his horse back a few steps, "General Lu has won the award." ”

For the Nanyu army, General Murong was able to fight Lu Han for more than ten rounds without defeat, which was already a matter of pride.

On the contrary, because Lu Han had beaten the deputy general of Nanyu within three moves before, but now he has not been able to take down Murong Jin after more than a dozen moves, the Xiyue army is somewhat uncomfortable.

The war drums of the West Vietnamese army became louder and louder, and then the drums of the Nanyu army also resounded in the sky.

Soon, Murong Jin exchanged more than a dozen moves with Lu Han.

Lu Han had a shallow scar on Murong Jin's face, but Murong Jin's surface was still intact.

"It seems that General Murong is even more powerful than General Ben imagined." Lu Han wiped his face and looked down to see that there was blood.

Murong Jin was silent.

Lu Han was not convinced, rode his horse and galloped, and while rushing towards Murong Jin, he held a sword in his right hand and clenched his fist in his left hand, and launched an attack on Murong Jin with both hands.

Murong Jin knew that this move would definitely not be avoided.

With a frown, he swung his sword to meet him, and with his other hand, he blocked Lu Han's fist with his palm.

Murong Jin's brows tightened.

Lu Han was no better.

Because Murong Jin's sword had already pierced into his chest.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was Lu Han who lost. In fact, only Murong Jin and Lu Han knew that Murong Jin had been shaken out of internal injuries by that punch.

Of course, in the end, it was Lu Han who took the lead in letting go of his fist, and then Murong Jin withdrew his sword.

Lu Han glanced at Murong Jin meaningfully, covered his chest, turned the horse's head, and shouted to retreat.

Murong Jin endured the pain caused by his internal injuries and returned to the barracks.

The Nanyu army was extremely excited - they won. General Murong's sword injured Lu Han, the god general of Xiyue!

Xia Lingsheng specially called all the deputy generals to greet Murong Jin, but Murong Jin only smiled slightly, "The last general will go back and rest." ”

All the lieutenants were very happy, only Xia Lingsheng's smile gradually froze, and finally replaced by a face full of sorrow.

As soon as he returned to his tent, he didn't expect Xia Lingsheng to follow, "You have a very serious internal injury." "Xia Lingsheng's martial arts are not bad, so he can naturally see how uncomfortable Murong Jin is.

Murong Jin was still thinking about saluting, but was stopped by Xia Lingsheng, and he personally helped Murong Jin to sit down, "What are you doing so strongly?" ”

"I don't want outsiders to think I'm embarrassed, and I'm not like the soldiers in Nanyu who think we lost." Murong Jin replied honestly.

Yes, Xia Lingsheng also understands this feeling.

Murong Jin looked like an arrogant person, how could he want his embarrassment to be seen by others?

And he said that he didn't want to disappoint the Nanyu soldiers, naturally for this battle that must be won.

Sighing, Xia Lingsheng said: "You still have to rely on yourself to recuperate from internal injuries, General Murong, don't worry about military affairs during this time." Give it to General Ben. ”

Murong Jin nodded, closed his eyes and prepared to exercise his pranayama, "I'm sorry to trouble General Xia." ”

"It's okay, you're resting." Xia Lingsheng got up, said a word, and glanced at Murong Jin, who was frowning, before leaving uneasily.

Walking out of the tent, he said to the two soldiers outside the tent, "Don't let anyone disturb General Murong. ”

"Yes!"