A Love Letter (Epilogue 12)

"I can do better, the next war is on the banks of the Saiwai Muddy River, and whoever wins that war, the king will give him a huge purple gem."

The man's eyes were looking at Ding Bao when he spoke.

He likes Ding Bao.

The whole family knows it.

Even if Ding Bao has a humble status, he is just an ordinary nurse.

Ding Bao stretched out his hand and placed it on the man's shoulder.

"You're losing your temper again today."

"That's their broken mouth, the whole family, what I say they just need to obey, they don't need so much nonsense."

Ding Bao nodded.

He didn't say much, just looked at him in disappointment, then got up and went back to the house.

Men's legs are in need of treatment.

It hurts every night, and only Ding Bao can soothe it.

Over time, he became more and more dependent on her, and every time he went on an expedition, he needed Ding Bao to massage his injured leg with his own hands.

Every time she came back from a victory, she would also give him a reward for pinching his shoulders and rubbing his legs.

But not this time.

Not only did she not have this time, but she still didn't wait for her massage before the next expedition.

The man was so angry that he kicked open the door the night before he left to look for her, only to find that Ding Bao had left, silently and without warning.

The people who have been by his side for more than ten years just disappeared.

Karloff was furious, and directly ordered the closure of the city that night, and dispatched troops to search for Ding Bao's whereabouts.

The woman didn't know where she was hiding, a whole night of carpet searching didn't find a trace of her, Karloff confirmed that she couldn't get out of the city, where could she go in just one night?

The man who had already relied on her to the bone gritted his teeth and went to the battlefield.

Not surprisingly, the war was lost.

He came back alive, but he lost a leg and an eye.

Now he couldn't stand up at all, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how he roared and struggled, but the pair of broken legs couldn't come back, and the hideous stumps made countless famous doctors shake their heads helplessly.

There really can't be helped.

Even if he connected his legs, Karlov would not be able to return to the battlefield.

At this moment, the man went completely crazy, roaring hysterically, like a runaway lion, trying to harm everyone who tried to get close to him.

The adjutant told Karlov's family.

"Because of a woman named Ding Bao, the general's leg hurt all night before the station, and he kept sending her messages until the last fifteen minutes of the battlefield, and the general could have avoided the bomb when it was thrown, but his leg suddenly spasmed, and he couldn't walk upright at all."

The doctor said that the general's leg injury had long been healed.

"The reason why his legs hurt is because the general's legs have formed muscle memory, and they need a special massage to adjust to the best condition, otherwise they will be like now, obviously his legs are healthy, but his heart keeps hinting at himself, and such hints are fatal."

Karlov will never be able to go to war again.

His glory was forever in his thirties, and when he was the most robust in his life, his blood would be stimulated by the sound of guns and ammunition, and he would never be able to walk upright, let alone go into battle.

The king allowed him to take a back seat and take part in a high-tech war, destroying a city in an instant with the click of a screen.

Such a war is too devastating to occur unless it involves the country at all.