"Chuantian, this medicine is cold, you go and give your uncle a hot one."

Uncle Li saw that everyone else was coming with his father and brother, but Li Chuantian was very worried after he arrived, and always took advantage of the small talk with the South Vietnamese soldiers to spy on the military situation.

I had already seen the clues, and at this time I hurriedly covered up for my nephew.

"Uncle waits, nephew will go back when he goes."

Li Chuantian came out of the tent with a warm medicine bowl.

Outside, the chatters of the South Vietnamese soldiers poured into his ears one after another.

"When we have cultivated land, even if we are in the military, it is equivalent to having roots."

"In the future, we must train harder, defend our home and country, and not allow enemy countries to invade our land again!"

The ownership of cultivated land has rekindled the hope of life for these low-level soldiers, who were originally just paid for their lives.

It also gave them a new definition of "defending the country".

In the past, they could retreat when they encountered a strong enemy, and saving their lives was the most important thing, even if the Western Chu State had a strong military power, in the wars in history, there had been a situation where the general was killed, and when the advantage existed, the remaining soldiers were afraid of death and turned against each other.

Don't even abandon the soldiers who defended the city a few days in advance and left with the royal family.

"But now, the situation has completely turned around."

Li Chuantian looked at these combative South Vietnamese soldiers in front of him and couldn't help but doubt.

When they met on the battlefield again, could the soldiers of Western Chu, who had no concept of home and country, really be able to defeat the South Vietnamese soldiers who already had something to defend in their hearts?

No.

When pigs fly!

Li Chuantian took advantage of everyone's attention to the new policy implemented by Prince Zhang today, sat in the corner with a medicine bowl in his hand, and tore a piece of fabric from the hem of his clothes with someone behind his back.

Bite your finger and write a line of blood on it - assassinate the prince of Nanyue!

"Prince Zhang, I'm sorry."

No matter how good Zhang Junlin is, he is also surnamed Zhang, he is the prince of Nanyue, and he may be the emperor of Nanyue and the fierce rival of Western Chu in the future.

Although this move is despicable, it will be ridiculed by the people of the world for Xi Chu's lack of martial virtues, and he will send killers to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots while negotiating.

But it must also be strangled in the cradle at the beginning of its growth!

Li Chuantian thought that before leaving, Shi Lei gave him a strip of cloth.

If there is an accident in the city, take it out to inspect it, and confirm that it is consistent with his current thoughts, and then Xi Chu can pass on the final decision.

"Shi Gongzi is worthy of being the son of a national teacher, and he can pinch and calculate."

Li Chuantian sighed in his heart, and hurriedly took out a note from his trouser belt.

There is only one line of blood on it.

"Must be an eighth-order martial artist?!"

Didn't Prince Zhang break through to the seventh-order lower grade after winning the battle against General Xiang?

He also thought that he would be able to succeed by sending another master of the same strength as General Xiang.

After all, there are only nine eighth-order martial artists in the Western Chu Kingdom who can be dispatched by His Majesty, and most of them are guarding one side.

"It seems that Shi Gongzi thinks that Prince Zhang's strength will rise qualitatively in the half month he is delivering the news and gathering people."

Thinking of Prince Zhang, who only took three days, he changed the world of Jinling City, which had suffered from war and was in ruins.

Li Chuantian no longer had any hesitation, tied the two strips of cloth together, and looked left and right into the crowded decoction tent.

Eventually, his eyes fell on a doctor guarding the jar of medicine.

The doctor was blowing a familiar country tune in his mouth, and the little finger of his right hand holding the burning stick was hooked, which was exactly what Shi Gongzi said.

"Doctor, please help me warm up this bowl of medicine, thank you."

Li Chuantian hooked the little finger of his left hand to hold the medicine bowl, and took out a few copper coins with his right hand, and stuffed them into the hands of the connector in front of everyone.

The strip of cloth in the hand made the jointer's eyes open slightly, and the muscles in his shoulders tensed.

"What nationality are you?"

Without a trace, the doctor put the note in his bosom along with the copper coin, and placed the medicine bowl on the iron plate.

"I am a prisoner of Western Chu, Prince Zhang is benevolent and kind, and Shi Gongzi specially asked the five of us to come to the South Vietnamese military camp to visit our injured relatives."

The title of Shi Lei made the doctor's body relax, but his expression was even more nervous.

It was sent by Shi Gongzi to deliver the letter!

"I heard that your captives are stealing medicine in the city, but there are any casualties?"

"The purpose of snatching medicine is to treat the injuries of relatives, and Prince Zhang treats the prisoners preferentially, and there are no casualties."

The doctor still wanted to ask carefully, but Li Chuantian had already picked up the white smoke medicine bowl and stood up.

He made a solemn gesture towards him.

"Thank you doctor for helping me with the hot medicine, and I will take my leave."

No amount of talk can change the final result.

Li Chuantian thought that when Prince Zhang died, these newly promulgated decrees in Jinling City that gave preferential treatment to civilians would be overturned by others, and he felt bad in his heart.

If it weren't for Prince Zhang's thunderous means, he would have made progress day by day.

He may also persuade Shi Gongzi to delay for another two or three months, and wait until the land cultivation decree is effective enough to persuade His Majesty to follow suit...... It can only be said that Prince Zhang should not have been born in the South Vietnamese royal family.

"If he is the prince of Western Chu, how good it would be."

Li Chuantian muttered, walked out of the tent, and met Bai Zhi and Su Chanyi, who were carrying two medicine baskets weighing more than 100 catties.

He hurriedly lowered his head, lowered his presence, and walked past the two of them to the tent where his uncle was.

"Miss......"

A fierce light flashed in Bai Zhi's eyes.

She has a good ear, and she just heard someone talking about Prince Zhang, and this title attracted her attention.

After listening to the other party's words, although she didn't understand what the other party was going to do, the sentence "Must be an eighth-order martial artist" made her feel a strong crisis.

"Let Dr. Xun decoct the medicine first."

Su Chanyi walked into the tent and handed over all the prescriptions and subcontracted medicinal materials to Dr. Xun, the connector who had just talked to Li Chuantian.

Pretending that nothing happened, he and Bai Zhi went out of the tent one after the other.

When he walked far away and confirmed that others couldn't hear it, Bai Zhi hurriedly repeated what she had just heard, and asked anxiously: "Miss, don't you search that Dr. Xun's body?" ”

I don't know if Dr. Xun will destroy the evidence if he goes in again at this time.

"The eighth-order martial artist must say this loudly, and his emotions are very surprised, which means that we have mastered the key point, and it will be bad to startle the snake."

Su Chanyi sighed lightly, looked in the direction of the city, and smiled sideways.

"Miss, when has it been, and you can still laugh?"

An eighth-order martial artist is not a cabbage, she can shoot one badly.

Against Xiang Hong's kind of seventh-order peak martial artist, she can still fight with one, and against an eighth-order martial artist, she has no certainty of winning at all.

I can only carry the young lady to escape from this place of right and wrong!

"The more the Western Chu Kingdom attaches importance to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the more it shows that I have a good vision and have chosen the right place."

"I, I've never seen such a brazen and bold person, grabbing grain, medicine, and dividing the fields, and I don't know what surprises His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will show."

Su Chanyi folded her hands and stretched her waist.

"You go and tell His Royal Highness the Crown Prince what you have seen and heard, and I believe that according to His Royal Highness the Prince's wisdom, there will definitely be a way to deal with it."

No one would have expected that the dignified Western Chu power would disregard the safety of 50,000 elite soldiers and shamelessly send an eighth-order martial artist to assassinate the prince of Nanyue.

But as long as you know the plans of the Western Chu Kingdom, you can take the lead.

"Miss, what if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't have a way to deal with it?"

Bai Zhi has always paid attention to who has hard fists and who speaks reasonably, and always feels that this time, the prince of Nanyue is in a catastrophe.

Miss is afraid that because she "likes" the prince of Nanyue, she will have a preconceived idea that the prince of Nanyue can turn the tables.