When this sentence came out, Zhuang Wanqin knew that Peng Chun recognized herself.

It's not in vain that she wasted all this effort.

Now with the help of Peng Chun, it seems that the time for the empress's sister to really take power is not far away.

"General Peng really promoted me, as a junior, I still need your guidance many times."

The smoke of gunpowder in the dark has dissipated, and the people around have also felt the change in the atmosphere between the two, and they have all relaxed.

Peng Chun saw that his temptation was over and had received the expected results, so he didn't say anything more, just quietly watched Zhuang Wanqin's actions.

Since this person already has a plan, why not let her do it?

Hearing Zhuang Wanqin's order, all the soldiers threw the torches in their hands outside the city tower.

Zhuang Wanqin walked to the edge of the tower and made sure that the torches had done their duty.

The dark pupils stared at the place where the enemy army was stationed, where several curling plumes of smoke rose.

This is the withdrawal of troops and the return of troops, which is quite fast. But what if you're fast? I still can't fight me.

Sometimes, Zhuang Wanqin herself feels that her self-confidence, or arrogance, needs to be changed, otherwise she may not even know how to die.

But she couldn't bear it!

There is only one life, if you live in a nest, why go through this experience?

The kind of shallow smile that emptied herself and played life was on her face as always. The kind of wandering that seems to be the only one in heaven and earth has always been her favorite.

It's what she wants the most.

Suddenly, looking back, the soldiers who had completed the task stood straight one by one, waiting for her next order.

"Back to camp!"

The corners of her lips showed the pleasure in Zhuang Wanqin's heart, how long has it been, she has never felt this feeling of wholehearted devotion again, how long has it been, she has not looked down on this land so happily......

This kind of blood-boiling feeling should be where she belongs.

However, she would rather see a clean land.

Instead of the blood-stained purple and black battlefield now.

The fire behind him grew bigger and bigger, rushing straight to the sky. From a distance, it seems that this crowd is a nirvana phoenix that came out of the flames, unstoppable.

The people of Congcheng had already gathered in the open space in front of the main tent, waiting eagerly for the arrival of Peng Chun and his party.

They heard that the imperial court had sent reinforcements again, and sure enough, the imperial court was kind to their people.

They also heard that the person who took the lead this time was the regent! Now, they are really saved from Congcheng!

"The prince is a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"

The gathered people knelt down together and bowed to Zhuang Wanqin. They don't care whether Zhuang Wanqin's official position has reached the level of performing the first salute, since they saved them and saved Congcheng, then Zhuang Wanqin is the god of Congcheng.

It is not an exaggeration to bow to the gods.

"Hurry up, everyone, such a big gift, this king really can't afford it."

As she spoke, Zhuang Wanqin stepped forward to help an old man closest to her. Seeing this, the people after him also stood up one after another.

When they all looked up at Zhuang Wanqin with earnest eyes, Zhuang Wanqin realized that they were all just old people and children of a few years old.

It's not like Zhuang Wanqin hasn't seen this situation before, but this Congcheng is too serious.

In the era of war and chaos, it is rare to see a man in the family, but it does not mean that you will not see it.

In a village, five or six men are left to ensure that life in the village can be carried out normally. But here, there is not one!

Not only that, except for those childish faces, the rest are all gray-haired.

Not even a young woman.

"Don't be surprised, they are all going to contribute to the country. As a member of Nanguo, we need to fight for our country! ”

It was the old man who was helped up by Zhuang Wanqin.

Looking at the firmness in the eyes of the people behind the old man, the remaining trace of worry in Zhuang Wanqin's eyes also disappeared.

This is the sense of belonging to one's own nation!

Always believe that your country can be the best, stand up bravely when the country needs you, even if you make senseless sacrifices, the pride in your heart will not be drowned.

These people are a great help to my Nanguo foundation!

"This king is proud of your choice!"

Not everyone has such courage.

Looking at the tears in the eyes of the people in front of me, I don't know whether I was moved or remembered my family.

"From now on, we will be a family." After speaking, Zhuang Wanqin felt that it was not enough to express his respect for them in his heart, and added: "From now on, I, Zhuang Wanqin, and Congcheng will be a family!" ”

Finally someone couldn't help but choke up, and the joy of going from hell to heaven stimulated their hearts.

These gray-haired old men even planned to do their best to stop the enemy from trampling their homes once the gates were lost, even if they were crushed by iron hooves.

It's just that at this moment of despair, Zhuang Wanqin and his party arrived like this.

With them comes hope and the light of victory.

Even if the door is not out, and everyone in the boudoir knows Zhuang Wanqin's great achievements, how can they not know?

"Thank you, Lord Wang."

Seeing that they were almost able to communicate, Fang Shaolong stepped forward and led Zhuang Wanqin into the main tent.

This is what Zhuang Wanqin thinks of the most.

Here are her former comrades-in-arms, with memories of the past, and boundless trust.

"The prince must be mentally prepared first. Zhu Hong, the situation is not very good......"

Zhuang Wanqin nodded naturally, since she only saw Fang Shaolong alone, she had a rough estimate of the situation of the rest of the people.

Unless they get out of bed, they won't allow themselves to retreat from the front.

But even if she had already imagined it in advance, when she really saw Zhu Hong's unrecognizable bandage, she couldn't help but feel distressed.

There was hardly any intact part of the man's body, all of them were bandaged with strips of white cloth, and she couldn't see the extent of the injuries inside, but looking at his closed eyes, she knew a thing or two.

"How long has this hurt been?"

I asked this to determine whether Zhu Hong was likely to go to the battlefield again.

After all, he is a general, and apart from fighting, it seems that he has no other ability to support himself and support his marriage.

"This ......" Fang Shaolong looked embarrassed.

If you don't say it, you will definitely not be able to withstand the pressure of the prince, but if you say it, won't it make the prince worry about him for a while?

"Back to the prince, but it's just more than five days."

Fang Shaolong's face was calm, but he was silently apologizing to Zhu Hong in his heart. Forgive him, at this time, the prince's mentality is the key to fighting, and he can only abandon you.

I'm sure you'll understand me.

"Really?"