"Lord Xuanjie, who was hit by the homeless people, was seriously injured, and now he has just come out of the ......" rushed all the way back to the camp, that is, to catch up with the center of the hurricane for a moment The sky was clear, and the soldier was exhausted. The matter is urgent, and the mind is not very coherent.

"Now the captain of Xuanjie is seriously injured and difficult to walk, so he only hands over the remaining soldiers to escort the people of Donglai City to Weixian, and now he should march in a place three miles outside Donglai City."

"Where is the outcast?"

There is a general who protects the country in the tent, and it is impossible for others to be the first to speak, as the person who inquired, Qing Mozheng also knew that the soldier was already at a loss, and his words were not as sharp and urgent as usual, and he even signaled Qingluo to pour water for the soldier.

"Thank you, Captain Qing!" He bowed and took the water handed by Qingluo. The soldier replied, "After the homeless man wounded Captain Xuanjie, he used a dagger to hurt people in the ranks. ”

"Taking advantage of the fact that everyone in the ranks was too late to react, they just injured three or five of our robes." As he spoke, the soldier jerked down on the wooden table with a sand table beside him, "Then the homeless man killed himself." ”

After hearing what the soldier said, everyone in the tent glanced at each other, and the atmosphere in the military tent instantly sank - such an act could not have been committed by the homeless, and there must have been some people who wanted to take advantage of this critical stall to find out some right and wrong.

Before discussing how to deal with it, Qing Mozheng asked about the condition of the injured soldier, "Have you brought Captain Xuanjie back to the station?" Is there anything wrong with the remaining wounded soldiers? ”

"The captain told the people in the army not to care about him, and he stayed in the place where he was less than half a mile out of Donglai City...... General, can you send someone to take the lieutenant back to the station? Again...... If it's any later, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on. The six-foot man had not shed tears in the barracks for many years, and his eyes were wet at this time.

"The captain reacted quickly and blocked the homeless people, and the rest of the robes were not seriously injured, and he went to Weixian with the army."

"Captain Zhaowu has already sent someone to increase the number of personnel, and he will bring Xuanjie back, so don't worry." The captain of Zhaowu in Qing Mo Zheng's mouth is naturally Qing Luo, his daughter has long expected such a thing, and Qing Mo Zheng is proud of her father and general.

After a moment of silence, Qingmo Zheng immediately ordered, "Captain Zhaowu, General Xuanwei, you two and lead the troops out of the garrison to meet the enemy, and Captain Yan will stay in the tent for the time being."

"Yes, the last general commands."

Qingluo and General Xuanwei responded at the same time, and immediately went out of the tent. I only listened to the voices of the people outside the tent and intermittently came in, and then I only heard that the people in the army were gradually moving away.

"Captain Yan, let's go out and talk about hometown affairs with those wounded soldiers in the tent." With a sigh of relief, Qing Mozheng sent Yan Fei out, and then found a place to sit down.

"Sit down ......"

The silence in the tent was a little terrifying, except for the sound of Qingmo Zheng and the soldier's breathing. In fact, both of them knew that the Xuanjie Captain would arrive at the station, and only the horse leather shroud remained.

It is a battle-hardened battle, but no one can be really indifferent to the fact that life and death are born in nature, and it takes about a cup of tea before Qingmo Zheng spoke, "The soldiers reinforced by Jingzhao should be between Donglai City and Weixian County now, but there is no need to worry." ”

"Yes, General Xie advises."

Then there was silence for a long time, seeing that the dark clouds outside the half-opened tent door were gradually approaching, and Qing Mozheng did not speak.

"General...... There is a word of humility, although it is speculation, it may be ......"

"But it doesn't hurt to talk about it."

"The last general thinks that the murderer is indeed not like a homeless person, but he looks like a Japanese man."

"Hmmm......"

The generals in the account had already had this suspicion, but now what this soldier said, although it was confirmed, made Qing Mo Zheng even more worried.

"You go to the military doctor's tent to have a look, and if there is nothing serious in your health, go back to the tent to rest first."

Everyone in the tent was sent out, Qingmo Zheng sat alone in silence, his heart was surging, he stroked his forehead with his hand, he was worried about the situation before the battle, and he was even more worried that his daughter would be hesitant because of the life and death of the soldiers around him.