Stepping on the weeds that were already full of blood, stepping on the corpses that could no longer open their eyes.

"General?"

She struggled to lift her eyelids, and a hair crown was shaved off, so Mr. Xu Yuanzhi, who was disheveled, stood in front of her with a blood-stained sword.

…… If it weren't for her husband's help, she might have really finished today.

…… But how could he actually save her?

…… It's so unscientific.

"Sir is a scribe," she said reluctantly, "but the swordsmanship is so exquisite. ”

Mr. Motozhi stretched out his slimy hand and tried to touch his mustache, but when he looked at his hand, he put it down again with a little disgust.

"General, you can't use such a dangerous trick again."

"I don't want to," she said, "but the lord, the people of Xiapi, and the people of Qingzhou are all waiting for me, and ......."

…… Who else is coming?

The sky was getting darker.

Cao Cao left the battlefield with his guards, as well as the remnants of the soldiers gathered by Xiahou Yuan, leaving behind more than 10,000 Yanzhou soldiers, some of whom were still alive, their hands wrapped in ropes, lined up in pain and silence, and from time to time looked back at their brothers lying in the dirt; Some could only lie in the dirt and watch quietly the curtain of the battle end.

Mi Fang's half body was in blood, and the blood gradually cooled, and he felt that his body was also cold.

In the midst of the rout, he was also forced to draw his weapon, but how could he be qualified to fight the enemy? It's because he is too self-conscious, not to mention defeat, and he still leaves such a laughing stock......

The servants gathered around him, talking hard, but he felt he couldn't hear anymore.

Why is he so dirty, why is there so much blood around him, he thinks in his heart, and he feels very ashamed.

But when the footsteps of the female general came, Mi Fang's chaotic thoughts disappeared.

"We ...... Did you win? ”

The bloodstained face drew closer to him, looking down at him, no expression on his face.

Are you feeling sorry for him?

"We won." She finally said this, her voice hoarse, revealing exhaustion that could not be concealed.

So Mi Fang tried to show a smile, "That's great, General...... Can...... Can you save ...... Save my sister......"

The female general looked at his face and nodded slightly.

The boy felt his mood gradually calm down, and he no longer seemed to have any regrets.

"Then ......," he said, "I can ......."

He wanted to say that he could look away, but why was he still reluctant?

…… Why, those healthy servants around him looked at him with such strange eyes?

Suddenly, General Xiao Lu reached out and lifted his armor!

This rich teenager screams!

"Smack——! A strong blow hit him on the forehead!

It hurts! It hurts so much that tears are coming out! It hurts even more than the one you just got slashed by the enemy!

"You are not injured," General Xiao Lu said coldly, "shut up! ”

Mi Fang's lips trembled, looking at what a soldier ran over to say, so he straightened up and hurriedly left the general, and then looked at the group of healthy servants around him who hurriedly looked away, and suddenly felt even more aggrieved.

Tears can't stop flowing.

"I miss my sister......"

This battlefield needs to be cleaned for a long time, but her own wounded and the most precious part of the loot will definitely gather in front of her first.

Naturally, the spoils of war also included prisoners of war - then again, what was the use of her asking for prisoners of war?

"Listen, I heard, this prisoner of war, with, with the general is, yes, is an old acquaintance......" The pro-soldier spoke a little less fluently, stammering, "and he, his body, his body is also ...... Villains can't ...... Can't call the shots! ”

"Where did I get some old knowledge!" She hurried in the direction of the prisoner with her own soldiers, and scolded, "I don't know anything in Yanzhou—"

It was dark, the wind was colder, so a fire was lit.

The prisoner of war sat by the fire and roasted it, but it still looked cold, coughing and coughing.

He looked up as her footsteps drew closer.

…… is a young scribe, gray-headed, but he looks okay, his physical fitness doesn't seem to be very good, and his eyes are red from coughing, so he looks even more aggrieved than Mi Fang.

"This, this," the soldier pointed at Guo Jia and asked cautiously, "Is this the general's old knowledge?" ”

Chapter 288

She seemed to have seen him a long time ago.

What did Guo Jia look like at that time?

…… A kind, delicate and smiling young man, he knows how to deal with people very well, unlike Xun Yu's dignified and elegant style that makes you never forget your identity, Guo Jia gives people the feeling that he can talk about national affairs with the minister in the court, lecture with the scribes in Hongdumen, and chat with the peddlers and pawns on the streets and alleys about today's pork for a few pennies a catty.

But after these few years, through the gentle and cheerful appearance, she saw a completely different Guo Jia.

This person has a city in his chest, he is scheming, and on the premise of knowing that there is a need, he should say what to say when he sees someone, and he belongs to the kind of creature whose emotional intelligence is completely diagonal to her, and considering that their camp is also diagonal, Lu Hangyu doesn't want to admit that she has anything to do with Guo Jia.

…… There was also a correspondence of letters, although it did not bewitch her, but she recalled that after reading the letter, the black blade gradually changed, and she occasionally thought about it: Did he bewitch the black blade?

After thinking like this in her heart, she didn't say anything, but glanced at Guo Jia.

"Well, it's an old acquaintance," she said, "and if the tent is not enough, find him a blanket." ”

"Naturally, it's enough!" The little soldier immediately shouted, "The general's order, the villain has written it down!" This gentleman will never be treated lightly! ”

…… In this way, it doesn't matter if you treat it lightly, just don't freeze to death.

The little soldier turned around and ran to order someone to fetch a blanket, and she took the opportunity to nun her mouth and prepare to leave.

Guo Jia stopped her.

His face must have been ugly.

After all, he was weak and not good at riding and shooting, and when he fell off his horse, the pain made him faint in an instant, and even if he woke up, his chest still hurt badly, probably breaking a rib, and it was no wonder that the lord had to leave him behind when he withdrew the army.

But it doesn't matter, he is just a scribe, he is not visible in the army, and when the lord returns to Yanzhou in the future, there will always be a way to exchange letters and find a way to return to the lord.

But before that, he had to find a way to survive.

…… Cough.

He thought about some of Lu Lian's reactions after seeing him.

For example, if he is polite and courteous, he feels that he is very valued by Cao Gong, so he puts on the appearance of buying horse bones, although it is impossible to shake hands affectionately, so he should solemnly salute or something;

Considering that he had written many letters before, one of which had even been written to her, and each one was not very ill-intentioned, it was possible to see him scolding and beating him and throwing him out and beheading him;

But she just glanced at him lightly, and prepared to leave with a few simple commands.

…… Guo Jia felt a little uncomfortable.

…… Considering that Lu Lian is a rough person and is quite straightforward when dealing with people, it is better for him to be straightforward.

"General." Although his chest hurt terribly, he managed to stand up and stopped her.

"Huh?" She stopped, turned to look at him, "What's wrong?" ”

"What does the general want to do with him?"

The question made her frown slightly confused, as if it wasn't on her mind at all.

But she soon had an answer.

"Hurt your foot, right?" She said, "Even if you are injured, you can stay here and recuperate in peace, and you don't have to write any more letters." ”

Her face was still very pale against the firelight, the kind of light that had lost blood, and so were her eyebrows, and her whole face was like a faded celadon, with a tiredness that could not be concealed.

The words that had made him think of them remained on his lips and did not say them.

The female general looked at him again and hurried away.

When Guo Jia was about to sit down again, Xiao Bing had already hurried back and fetched a piece of felt for him, just so that he could wrap it around him.

The felt was warm, the fire was also warm, a pot was set up on the fire, and some boiling water was boiled, which was originally used by the medical officer to save people, but Guo Jia also got a bowl, so he drank it while looking at the battlefield in the dark night.

"What else does sir, sir?" The soldier asked earnestly, "If there is any discomfort, tell the villain." ”

The young scribe looked him up and down in surprise.

"I'm just a mediocre captive here, so why should I be so kind?"

"Sir's appearance and bearing, where is it ordinary!" The little soldier shouted, shouting, and unconsciously glanced back at the general's departing figure, "Especially if you are an old acquaintance with the general!" There have been correspondence and exchanges! ”

…… The young scribe, who had been treated well by the enemy because of his "good looks", bowed his head in silence, blew on the hot water in the bowl, and took a slow sip.

He kind of understood what the creep thought of him.

But Guo Jia didn't have the heart to argue and dissect Bai, but Lu Lian's words made him feel a little delicate.

What should he say, just one day before the start of this decisive battle, that is, yesterday, he thought about it and wrote a letter in advance and sent it out?

"Sir? Is the gentleman hungry? The little soldier came over again, "Why don't you go and get a few bait cakes for Mr." ”

Guo Jia stared at the little soldier with a complicated expression for a while, and decided to continue to hide the letter in his stomach.

"I'm sorry for you." He finally said this with a pleasant face.

The city is not very far from the sea, so at this time, there are always a little more people in the city than in other seasons.

After all, no one wants to stay at the beach in winter.

The sea breeze was biting, but it didn't freeze, and it was full of salt and moisture, and it persevered and stuck to the clothes, slowly seeping in, and soon the cold and heavy feeling passed through the clothes and stuck to the skin.

But in addition to the bitter sea moisture, there is also a bloody smell in the current sea breeze.

Yu Ban stood on the seashore, silently watching the people dragging one corpse after another and throwing them onto the beach, the long blood stains were shocking, but in the next moment, they were gently licked clean by the sea.

"General, it's all dealt with."