: Ghost

In the Miluo military camp, a young man sat in an inconspicuous open space in the camp. His face was very good, his eyebrows flew into his temples and eyes were like stars, and his nose was tall and thin lips were like blood.

He held the wine pot, his hands slapped and beat the clock, while drinking while looking at the moon, suddenly a furious voice came from behind him, "Your Highness, King Qi!"

The boy did not look back, but just pointed to a nearby tent and said in a low voice: "Jiang Hanze, I transferred most of the food and grass for you before the night attack. How should you thank me?"

Jiang Hanze had no light on his face and coughed twice. Then the boy turned around and glanced at him sideways, "Is he injured?"

"There is no hindrance, and your Highness will not worry." Jiang Hanze lowered his head, but the young man was intrigued, "Is it the one who shot you on the city tower today?"

Jiang Hanze nodded, and the young man laughed, "Interesting. I originally thought that there was no master in Dajing, and the surname Chen was not even against you, let alone others? I didn't expect that such a person would appear, which made you twice If you suffer a fall, I'm afraid you'll have to give your life to others."

He stood up with the wine pot and said without anger, "You stay in the camp tomorrow, and I will meet that person."

"Do you hurt me?" The young man's expression sank a little. Jiang Hanze immediately said, "Your Highness is known to all the world, but your highness has a noble status, how can you take risks easily? I would like to help you."

"Jiang Hanze, do you think you are not seriously injured enough?" The young man snorted coldly, "If you dare to step out of the camp for half a step tomorrow, this palace will break your legs."

Jiang Hanze burst into cold sweat and responded, and was about to retreat but was stopped by the boy, "Also, you sent someone to spread the news, just say that our army's food and grass were burned. After King Zhongzheng learned about this, he secretly sent someone to escort the food and grass. , come here one step ahead of him.”

"Your Highness is this..." Jiang Hanze hesitated for a moment and saw the young man's lips curled up and laughed cruelly, "Since they dare to tease us, they should naturally taste the feeling of being deceived."

"Well, we used the people of Dajing as bait to attract Fang Zilan to fight in this battle, and we were already at a disadvantage. Now that the morale of Dajing is high, we should not fight again, and it is understandable to withdraw our troops." Mu Chuji calmed his expression, "But you find that Is it? She is almost at its limit."

Fang Zilan's hand holding Mei Jian was trembling a little. She gritted her teeth, afraid that the Miluo people opposite her would see a clue.

A voice in my mind said to her, "The killer is the sword of a commoner. You can kill one person in ten steps, and you can get a life of thousands of miles. You can also take the general's head among thousands of troops. However, when facing heavy troops and iron armor, you can only If you can die in it, you will not die well."

An undetectable smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and her hands subconsciously tightened. Before the time came, she could not fall here.

Thinking of this, the plum sword in her hand raised again, cutting the throat of a Miluo man close to her, clean and neat, without any exhaustion.

Jiang Hanze followed Mu Chuji's gaze, but he didn't see anything. Just when he was puzzled, he heard Mu Chuji say indifferently: "It's almost done, withdraw the troops."

Seeing that the Miluo people retreated, Fang Zilan put away his sword and returned it to the sheath, and held it on the horse and took a few heavy breaths. Seeing this, Deputy General Cao drove the horse to her side, showing a worried look on his face, "Boss?"

"I'm fine." Fang Zilan rode his horse back to the city, and said to Deputy General Cao as he walked: "Old Cao, go and have someone keep a close eye on the people who came into the city, and don't let them walk around at will, so as not to cause any trouble."

"Okay." Deputy General Cao took the order and left. Fang Zilan looked at the wound on her body and sighed in her heart. She was afraid that she would inevitably be put on by A Wannian again.

She thought about this, but she didn't care about treating the wound, but went to see the people who had just been put into the city. Several of them were seriously injured and were in danger. While she ordered people to call the military doctor and Awan, she came over.

"Are you... Lord Fang?" A man trembled his hands, as if he wanted to get to Fang Zilan's corner of his clothes. She reached out and grabbed the man's hand, "Yes, I am Fang Zilan."

"That's great..." The man's mouth gushed out of his blood and said intermittently: "Mr. Fang, if you are here, we... feel at ease. You won't... leave...our, right?"

"Yes, I won't leave you behind." Fang Zilan's voice was panicked, "Please cheer up, the military doctor will arrive soon, you won't have any trouble!"

"Mr. Fang, my wife and children were killed by Miluo people." The man burst into tears and said stutteringly: "If I had known this, I would have gone... to join the army... and would not have..."

"Don't say it, save some effort." Fang Zilan's eyes turned red, "When you are injured, you will follow the army to kill all the Miluo people and avenge your wife and children, okay?"

"Okay... OK..." The man held Fang Zilan's hand and relaxed a little. She shouted to the surroundings: "Where is the military doctor?"

However, the people were everywhere, either injured or frightened. The soldiers shuttled through it, comforting or taking care of her, and had no time to respond to where the military doctor had been.

While Fang Zilan looked around for the military doctor, a dagger quietly approached behind her, but she was unprepared. She felt a gust of wind, and she was suddenly pushed to the ground, watching the man blocking her knife.

"Murder!" Someone was shocked, which attracted Zhou Lang's attention not far away. He reacted very quickly and shot the murderer with an arrow.

Fang Zilan lay on the ground, as if suddenly losing all her ability to move.

She stared at the person in front of her. She couldn't even say a word, and couldn't even hold her hands. The person who was on the verge of death was still alive and tried her best to push her down with her own strength.

The body blocked the knife for her.

Warm blood dripped on Fang Zilan's face. She watched the man's lips move intently. She tried hard to identify his mouth shape and vaguely identified a word Xie.

What are you thanking? She had not had time to say thank you, but the person who died in order to save her would thank her?

She had originally guessed that the Miluo people forced her to open the city gate to keep a backup plan, which made people keep a close eye on the people entering the city in case someone took advantage of the opportunity to make trouble.

What kind of chaos can the Miluo people do? It's nothing more than assassination of the commander, and how could she not guess? Then she was sent as a target and wanted to see what monsters and monsters were hidden among the people, so someone died for her.

If she was more cautious, if she was calmer, if she was more careful, would the 1,500 people who robbed food, Deputy General Chen, and the people in front of her, not die?

Unfortunately, there is no if.

It's too late, no one can answer her anymore.

The person in front of her fell down and pressed on Fang Zilan. At this moment, there was darkness in front of her and she could not see any light.
Chapter completed!