That day, I slept very soundly, and he gently held my hand by the bedside until I fell asleep. In the dream, it was a seven-year-old girl, squinting and pacing, jokingly: "Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, I can see Nanshan leisurely." The boy took the scroll and gently patted the girl's hair: "It's not that Dongli!" ”

Tao Qian's poem was taught to me by him, and at that time, I loved to tease him with this poem.

When I opened my eyes, my hands were empty, and I shrunk quietly under the quilt. Also, he is a general after all, and he has a lot of affairs.

The quilt was still covered with his coat, and he reached out, and the position of his chest suddenly became dry and hard. This is indeed the black dress he wore last night, I frowned, and when I looked closely, there was a slight dark red. Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in my head, yesterday, he hugged me, and the wet palms of his hands were this! He was injured and didn't tell me half a minute.

I wanted to stay to see him, but my back hurt, so I stumbled. Seeing him like this will only worry him. What's more, at the moment, he is probably not here. Yesterday's Basil Jiyu was fake, so the real one must be on the battlefield, and he must deal with it. I'm afraid that after falling asleep yesterday, he left without saying a word.

Put on his shirt and went out to explore, but there was no trace of him, only the hairy legs guarded outside, thin and small, but holding a big knife one person high.

"Ma'am." When he saw me come out, he waved his hand, but his face was no longer his usual naughty smile. yes, yesterday, the big guy went. Thinking of this, I didn't say anything, he loved to talk as always, but there was no one to respond.

"Really, Lao Yu and Ma Shun'er are both on, but the general won't let me go." He spread his hands, helpless, "Madam, go and talk to the general, I have to kill the big ones together." ”

"There's no rush at this moment."

I follow the prestige, and it is the east of the ink.

"The night attack on Basil Jiyu burned his grain and grass, which can be regarded as revenge for the eldest man." He patted Hairy on the shoulder.

The latter smiled sharply: "He must have thought that the general would not dare to go if he was injured, and he was not prepared at all!" ”

Jimo's eyes changed slightly, he glanced at me, and when he saw that I didn't move, he didn't say anything, just sent his hairy legs away.

"Don't listen to him." He helped me in, but I stepped back. It's just that I'm not used to it, it's as close as last night, but I'm still me after all, I've never been too close to people.

"Mr. Xu left yesterday, I saw that you have a lot of friendship, and I wanted to wake you up. He wouldn't allow it, so I didn't come. ”

The negative is gone, and I really heard what he said yesterday. Jairus and the Prison Cow, none of them will be left. They should have left, if it was a real dragon, why bother them about this trivial matter in the mortal world. I just don't know how this go, that is, how Mo Dongli will be affected. However, if he really has the destiny of heaven in his body, and the people's will is wanted, there is no need to worry about it in the end.

The negative person said that he should take care of Jimo and take care of himself.

I raised my eyes and looked at the man in front of me, tall and sturdy, although he was injured, but he deliberately concealed me, how could he take care of me? Without the burden of Jair, didn't you go to rob Basil Jiyu yesterday?

He met my gaze and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Basil Jiyu has a heart to frame me, how can I let him take the lead?" Now, let him taste the dilemma. ”

I frowned, but he was just talking about it. It's been a few months since the war, and he had been guarding the Yanguan Pass for so long, although he had colluded with the ghost side, if he hadn't lost half of his troops, I wouldn't believe it. He knows the ghost recipe, so he can catch him off guard. In the future, if the ghost side also figured out his routine, wouldn't it be bad for him? I don't know why, I only saw one glance at Basil Jiyu, and I knew that he had such a skill, and even the negative man said that he was not an ordinary person, and there was no harm in being more careful.

Pacing into the tent, he followed behind, and said unhurriedly, "Don't worry about the affairs of the army." In the end, I still have to carry it, and the man's body is more solid. All you have to do is heal your wounds. ”

I glanced at him, those things on the battlefield, half-walking mistakes are a matter of tens of thousands of lives, I have no intention of intervening, I have no intention of taking that responsibility. Since the man is willing to rise up in the face of the world's disapproval, the woman can watch with peace of mind.

I really prepared to look at each other coldly, until the army was stationed in the south and arrived in other states.

Bezhou, since ancient times, has been the main road between the north and the south, and travelers from all over the world will eventually leave when they are sent here, and therefore, they have the name Bezhou.

If Jimo can capture this place, then he will use the southern imperial court to further squeeze the ghost side, and the land that is gradually narrowing may force Basil Jiyu to abandon the city and flee and return to the barren mountains and mountains of the far north. It's just that at that time, how can he be easily allowed to escape? Occupying other states, he can't escape from it. However, anxiety is also born out of this.

Other states are too important, Jimo values them, Basil Jiyu values them, and the royal families in the south value them even more.

The ghost people were brave and brutal, and they dared to send troops to attack by relying on the royal family of Jimo to fight in the north and south. It was also because he wanted to form a flank with Jimo's team that he watched other states enter the ghost pocket. Now, if the Ghost Fang's withdrawal is defeated, and Jimo occupies other states, I am afraid that the princes and grandsons of Fuqi will no longer be able to step into the northern imperial court. In the end, Pingjing is just an old capital, but the capital, despite the war and a little repair, is still a prosperous and wealthy place. The pampered royal family is bound to be greedy. Jimo's ambition is now known to passers-by, how can those nobles who want to return to the glory of the capital easily hand over other states to Jimo?

Jimo hesitated for a long time, and he wondered if there would be support from the south this time.

The ghost party was reluctant to give him another state, but he couldn't afford to stay longer. Once the ghost side leaves, on this land, the short-handed soldiers will be the former allies.

He seems to be like this all the time, a moment ago he was living and dying with others, advancing and retreating together, and in the blink of an eye, he was tense. I don't think I'm surprised, he doesn't worry me, but I am happy. It's just that I still can't help thinking in my heart that the people under him are nothing more than people like the hairy leg Dakui, and then there are righteous people who take refuge in the Quartet, and the number of soldiers under his command is comparable to that of the ghost side, but in the end they are some stragglers. The team continued to expand, and Ma Shun'er's horses were slowly not available. And the ghost people, who have been invading the Fuqi border for decades, rely on □□ a good horse and a good horse. In the past, there was a clever Mr. Xu, but now there seem to be few people who can discuss the important affairs of military aircraft.

Under the city of Beizhou, it has been a fierce battle for three whole days, the ghost people are not good at defending, they are just fighting a brute strength, Fuqi is rich, but the north is very wild, how can they return empty-handed? Jimo has asked for help from the south several times, but there has been no news from the south. Jimo knew that the royal family of Fuqi was going to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. Without Jimo, they didn't dare to fight the ghost side, and without the ghost side, they had to fight Jimo. Now, Ghost Fang and Jimo are in a huge war of attrition in other states, and they both lose and lose, which is what those royal nobles are most happy to see. They are secretly reshaping their forces in the hope that they will be able to quickly storm the victorious side when one side falls.

The royal family wants to see the sandpiper and clam compete and reap the profits.

Jimo knows, Basil Jiyu knows, but there is no other way to war. Beju is the only north-south passage in the surrounding mountains, and it is a city that must not be abandoned. The outwit strategy is useless, and there is only this most primitive and direct almost hand-to-hand battle at the moment.

In the past, it was not often possible to wait for reinforcements from the south, but there was a Mr. Xu, who was calm and calm, attacked on a detour, and took care of him by knocking on the side. Now, Mr. Xu has wandered immortally, and suddenly there are no strategists in his team. Other states are not a nearby place, he doesn't dare to use people casually, no matter how loyal he is, he has to have the momentum of strategizing. On the contrary, there are very few people under his command who can climb Mr. Xu's tiptoe. He also □□ lack of skills.

When I rarely went to see him, he was still lying on the desk and staring at the map.

Hairy Leg had to call me, and he soaked for a while, saying that in recent days, he had charged into battle during the day, and after collecting troops at night, he was thinking about countermeasures all night long, and asked me to persuade him. I was amused by it, after all, he said it himself, and he didn't want to ask me to interfere too much. However, I really couldn't stand the chatter of the hairy leg for an hour and an hour, so I had to come over.

It was late at night, and there was a little flickering light on his desk, which was just right for me.

Across a table, I looked at him, thin, tanned, with a deep furrow in the folds of his eyebrows as if they could never be flattened.

Raising his hand and picking the wick, the light was still a little dim for him.

Then he looked up, looked at me, pouted, and said without any extra movements, "Why are you here?" ”

Do you blame me for being troublesome? I raised an eyebrow and looked at him, his eyes were scarlet, and he had obviously not slept for a long time. Could it be that if you lose your position, you really can't win Basier Jiyu? I asked to myself.

I put the cold tea in my hand on the table, which was stuffed to me by Hairy Legs.

He looked at the tea, then at me, but he didn't move.

I couldn't help pushing the tea bowl towards him again, and the sound of porcelain and wood rubbing against each other was a little muffled in this empty tent.

He just looked at me, those eyes, and he didn't even blink once. How can I refrain from this, lift my skirt and leave.

"Does the wound still hurt?" He asked suddenly, in a low voice, so low that I could barely hear it. He was suppressing the hoarseness of his throat, and this way, he didn't shout to kill and rush to the front.

I knew that what the soldiers needed was not a high-ranking general who would oversee the battle at the end of the ranks, not shouting "Brothers, kill me!" "But he ran behind the crowd, and the enemy's bows and crossbows could not reach the general.

I have only secretly seen him leading the troops once, riding a long wind, flying in the front, shouting "brothers kill me", the difference of one word, let me stand silently for a long time. Since then, he has gone on expeditions, and I have been hiding in my tent. I'm afraid to see his blood, far behind him, and he's still rushing like he's dying.