"Take out the best elixir and spiritual herbs, heal the wounded brothers, register every one who died, and double the family pension. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Long Zichen took a deep breath and said lightly.

This is not just to buy people's hearts, but he feels that every soldier who fights on the battlefield for the country is worthy of respect, and there is no way to die, but the injured must not be allowed to die because they are reluctant to give up the elixir and spiritual grass.

"Yes!" Tian Hui bowed and nodded.

He is also from a military background, and Long Zichen's attitude towards soldiers made him very moved.

"We must be vigilant at night, and we must not give the enemy a chance to sneak attack. Long Zichen continued to say lightly.

"Yes!" Tian Hui said respectfully.

......

After explaining some things, Long Zichen took Wang Jingang and others to the wounded barracks.

Because of Long Zichen's explanation, Yun Xun transferred a large number of extremely precious herbs to treat the wounded soldiers.

Those wounded soldiers, using those decoctions worth thousands of gold, couldn't help but burst into tears.

In the past, wounded soldiers with low cultivation were not eligible to enjoy such precious decoctions, although there were also cheap decoctions to hang their lives, but the body would inevitably fall into the sequelae that were difficult to treat, and it would be difficult to go further in the future.

For the martial artists of this world, cultivation is even more important than life.

Knowing that these herbs were transferred to them by Long Zichen's order, they were all moved and couldn't help themselves.

As soon as Long Zichen walked to the wounded barracks, a group of wounded soldiers stood up and gave a military salute to Long Zichen neatly.

Long Zichen's face was solemn, and he returned a somewhat lame military salute to a group of wounded soldiers.

A group of wounded soldiers, looking at Long Zichen's lame military salute, were moved in their hearts.

The military salute in this world is the etiquette that soldiers perform on their most respected talents.

It is an affirmation, but also a recognition.

Long Zichen walked up to a wounded soldier with a broken arm and leg, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, and after a while, he smiled at the latter and said, "Wait for me to destroy the surrounding Izumo Kingdom after a while, and take out the Sacred Tree of Life of the Yun Kingdom Royal Family to restore the severed limb for you." ”

"Your Highness. The injured young man's eyes widened, his chest was slightly blocked, and he swallowed.

"What's your name, after the severed limbs recovered, follow me to conquer the world, and help me conquer the entire Far West. Long Zichen grinned and asked.

"My name is Zhang Zixu, and I will definitely fight the world with His Highness in the future. Zhang Zixu grinned and smiled brightly.

Is this the kind of master in the biography novel, but I'm not a good person.

Zhang Zixu felt a little regretful and excited in his heart.

"Go home and recuperate, read more military books, and it won't be long before I send someone to pick you up." Long Zichen liked Zhang Zixu's smile very much, the smile was very clean and relaxed, for this young man who met for the first time, Long Zichen's image was very profound.

"Yes!" Zhang Zixu grinned, smiling even happier.

In my heart, the haze brought by broken hands and feet was magically swept away.

He is a soldier brought by Long Zichen from the imperial city, Long Zichen may not know him, but he has been paying attention to Long Zichen all the time, knowing that Long Zichen seems to be arrogant, but in fact he has a good mind.

He believes that day will not be too far away.

Long Zichen grinned and walked towards the other soldier with a broken leg.

Ordinary traumatic ordinary elixir spirit grass can be cured, but severed limbs cannot be recovered.

For a martial artist, breaking one is ruining his life.

In the middle of the night, a group of guards brought a jar of spirits.

Wounded barracks, a bowl of spirits.

Long Zichen held up the big bowl and said: "Alcohol is not allowed in the barracks, but we are an exception for wounded soldiers, this bowl of wine, we first respect the 43,125 who died in this battle as brothers, and may their loyal souls rest in peace." ”

"To the dead brothers. A group of wounded soldiers said in a deep voice.

With that, spill the liquor on the ground.

"This bowl of wine, I will do your best, all the soldiers who shed their blood for the country. After Long Zichen finished speaking, he raised his head and poured it down.

A bowl of liquor poured into the stomach, turning into a blazing warm current that spread through the body.

When a group of soldiers heard this, blood was boiling in their chests, and they raised their heads and drank the spirits.

With the words of His Royal Highness King Qi, they worked hard to make it worthwhile.

"This bowl, respect my Canglong Kingdom, can sweep the four wildernesses under my leadership and rise rapidly. Long Zichen said in a loud voice, with a strong ambition in his eyes, which was soul-stirring.

"Respect the Dragon Kingdom! Respect Your Highness!" A group of disabled people looked at the high-spirited Long Zichen, the blood in their chests boiled, and they roared in unison.

"Next, I opened my belly and drank, and drove Ming'er out of this wounded barracks, if anyone drinks in the barracks, don't blame me for serving Long Zichen's military stick. Long Zichen said in a loud voice.

"Haha, okay. "A group of wounded soldiers, who have taken precious medicinal liquids, are almost well injured, and they can still bear it when they smell the strong aroma of wine.

Long Zichen hugged the wine jar, sat down next to Zhang Zixu, poured a full bowl for Zhang Zixu, and then poured it for himself, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, and said with a smile: "Happy." ”

Zhang Zixu looked at Long Zichen pouring wine for him, and his heart was suddenly moved, and he raised his head and poured down the hot liquor, his eyes were a little moist.

"chirping. Long Zichen glanced at Zhang Zixu and said disdainfully.

"Huh. Zhang Zixu grinned happily, didn't speak, took the wine jar and poured a full glass of wine for Long Zichen.

I'm really happy.

It's really impressive.

Encountering such a prince is probably a blessing from his previous life.

......

Opposite, the Izumo Army Camp.

Zhang Yang finally fled back to the camp and told Yunnan Tian the news that he had been slaughtered.

"Killed by the congenital junior Long Zichen?" Gu Changfeng felt a little incredulous in his heart.

A ground-level powerhouse, being killed by an innate junior martial artist, how wasteful it must be.

When Yun Xun heard this, his body shook slightly, and he fell to the ground.