Zhang Wei was not the most skilled general in the Western Liang army and was not very capable of leading troops. However, he was one of the earliest people to follow Jia Rong. He was loyal to Jia Rong and always served as Jia Rong's guard and fulfilled his duties. The past scenes were reflected in Jia Rong's mind.

Jia Rong’s biggest wish now is to avenge his dead brothers, and to avenge his dead brothers with the blood of the conspirators in Wuwei City.

At a street corner not far away, Cheng Qiu led the soldiers to come quickly, looking at the wide open city gate from afar, and cursing "Waste!" he led the dead soldiers to pounce towards the city gate.

The cry of killing in the distance woke Jia Rong up and put Zhang Wei's body on the war horse. Jia Rong hugged Wei Fu in the pool of blood and jumped onto the war horse, shouting: "Go!"

The soldiers of the Xiliang Army jumped onto the war horses in order and divided into two teams. One team followed Jia Rong to the outside of the city, while the other team stayed behind the army under the leadership of Jiang Yu. Ma Teng led his troops to follow Jia Rong's army closely.

Seeing Jia Rong leading the army out of Wuwei in an orderly manner, Cheng Qiu's face was so heavy that it could squeeze out water. He led the soldiers to rush for a while, and effortlessly took control of the east gate. All the Western Liang troops were driven out of Wuwei. Cheng Qiu had no excitement of the winner in his heart. From the moment Jia Rong fled Wuwei, all actions were declared defeated.

Jia Rong's departure will surely cause endless troubles. Now Jincheng's financial resources are obvious to all. Although Jia Rong resigned from the position of prefect of Jincheng, the actual ruler of Jincheng is still Jia Rong's confidant. As long as Jia Rong returns to Jincheng, he and his masterminds will definitely be subject to endless revenge by the Western Liang army under Jia Rong's command.

Thinking of the bravery of the Xiliang Army in the city, Cheng Qiu felt a headache.

"What's going on?" Cheng Qiumeng asked in a bad way.

The surviving soldiers shivered and told Cheng Qiu in detail what happened.

"Cheng Hui, you will immediately lead 1,500 troops out of the city to pursue the enemy's remnants, and the army will arrive later." Cheng Qiu ordered in a deep voice.

Cheng Hui bowed and responded to the promise, and ordered his troops to chase the Xiliang army in the direction of the escape.

With a sigh, Cheng Qiu arranged the specific affairs of the East Gate and rode on the war horse and ran towards the direction of the provincial and ministers' mansion.

After listening to Cheng Qiu's report, Geng Bi cursed and immediately ordered 10,000 troops to chase Jia Rong. All the cavalrymen who were usually treated as treasures were sent out by Geng Bi. At the same time, fast horses rushed to various counties and counties.

After leaving Wuwei and reaching a safe area, Jia Rong immediately ordered the soldiers to rest on the spot and fight continuously. The soldiers were already exhausted. When he heard Jia Rong's order, some soldiers lay directly on the ground regardless of their image, regardless of their blood on their faces.

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Jia Rong lowered his head and stroked Wei Fu's delicate face. The past came to his mind one by one. A stunning glance on the way to the army, a chance encounter in Hedong, Wei Fu traveled thousands of miles to Jincheng, and then Wei Fu resolutely blocked the sword behind Jia Rong.

The injury was not very serious, but Wei Fu's body was too weak and fainted. The wound on Wei Fu's back had only been treated simply. After a while, the bumps were bumped and the wound was pulled, and the blood stained Jia Rong's clothes.

As he thought about it, Jia Rong's eyes gradually blurred, and tears couldn't stop falling, hitting Wei Fu's face.

Wei Fu seemed to have some senses, her eyelids twitched slightly, and her eyebrows frowned.

Looking at Wei Fu's painful divine se, Jia Rong wished he was hurt, not her.

Looking in the direction of Wuwei, Jia Rong's anger was burning, he clenched his fists, and his nails fell into his palms without realizing it.

After only half an hour of rest, Jia Rong received the news that the army in the city appeared five miles away and snorted coldly: "If we don't respond to the battle, I'm afraid everyone will treat the Xiliang army as soft persimmons."

Ma Teng bowed and said, "I am willing to lead our troops to fight!"

Jia Rong nodded and understood Ma Teng's inner thoughts. Jia Rong was assassinated at the city gate and had an inseparable relationship with Ma Teng. Going to fight this time just shows his innocence.

"Well, Brother Ma must teach the army in the city a profound lesson. General Jiang Yu will lead 300 cavalrymen to help you!" Jia Rong ordered in a deep voice.

Ma Teng held his fists and agreed, and then hurriedly left.

Zhang Zhi, who was standing beside him, came forward and persuaded, "General, if Ma Teng is really careful, letting him go to fight this time, wouldn't he let the tiger go back to the mountain?"

Jia Rong said: "Don't worry. Just imagine, if Ma Teng tightly guards the city gate, how could we leave the city? So Ma Teng would not be a small matter. There are wise people in Wuwei City, and maybe they had installed enemies at the city gate in advance. It was because I was too negligent to let the enemy have an opportunity to take advantage of it." Speaking of this, Jia Rong's god suddenly tightened.

Zhang Zhi thought for a moment and understood the key point. He suddenly nodded and advised: "General, don't be sad!"

Looking at Wei Fu, who was haggard, Jia Rong realized that if he was not treated in time, Wei Fu's life would be worrying. Unlike the strong soldiers of the Western Liang army, the weak Wei Fu lost too much blood and his rosy face had already turned pale.

"Let the scouts inquire about the nearest village here." Jia Rong checked Wei Fu's wound and ordered.

The army in the city quickly fought with Ma Teng. Ma Teng's troops had about a thousand men, and there were 1,500 troops in the city. Ma Teng was waiting for it. With the army in the city without the generals, after a rush of cavalry, Ma Teng led the soldiers forward to cover the killing. The soldiers in the city were quickly defeated, and more than 300 prisoners were all killed. This was Jia Rong's order.

Looking at the crowd of people, even Ma Teng's calmness could not help but shivered.

The pursuing army in the city was defeated, and the battlefield was not handled. He led the army to leave quickly. After receiving news from the scouts, the city sent a look-up army to rush towards the direction of the Xiliang army.

Under the leadership of the scout, Jia Rong hurried to a nearby village. Wei Fu's injury was urgent. Unlike the future world in ancient times, medical technology was poor. Maybe a simple inflammation could kill a hero.

The only doctor in the village was brought over by a lone wolf soldier. The doctor was about fifty years old. His gray beard and steady steps had increased his favorability for him by three points before he was cured.

Seeing the faces of Jia Rong and others clearly, the doctor's face changed. The undry blood on the people in front of him and the smell of blood filled the house. Although the doctor lived for most of his life, he was still frightened.

Looking at the doctor's terrified god se, Jia Rong comforted: "Don't be afraid, as long as you heal the lady's injuries, you will be able to enjoy the wealth and glory."

"The ugly words are ahead. If it is not cured, be careful of your head." Jia Rong snorted coldly.

The doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and responded carefully: "Do your best!" In front of these killing gods, the doctor carefully put away all the airs.

At Jia Rong's instructions, the lone wolf soldier walked out of the temporary recruitment hut to guard it closely. Jia Rong was watching quietly. As a modern person, maybe he knew more about medical skills than this half-baked doctor, and he was more interested in realizing how ancient people healed their wounds.

Jia Rong was injured in the Pingxiang Defense Battle, but the doctor's level was not as good as Jia Rong, and he could not even take basic treatment of wounds.

Looking at the injured person on the bed, the doctor's face was full of difficulties. Everyone knows the theory that men and women are not allowed to get along with each other, and the doctor is no exception. Wei Fu's wound is on the back, so there will inevitably be contact with the skin. The people around him are not good at first sight. He uses this to attack or destroy his reputation. No matter what, the doctor is happy to see.

"Sir, there is a woman on the bed." The doctor was embarrassed.

Jia Rong said impatiently: "Doctors are the most important, there is no difference between men and women. Take the time to look at the wound."

He gently lifted Wei Fu's clothes and just took a look, the doctor's brows were clustered into a ball. The wound had solidified, but the blood stasis was still in his body. If he was not careful, he would be in danger of death. Moreover, the woman's body has always been weak, and such a deep wound is enough to be fatal.

"How is it?" Jia Rong asked anxiously.

The doctor frowned, stroked his beard, and said slowly: "This lady's wound was too deep. Fortunately, she sent it early, otherwise she would have to worry about her life. With my exclusive secret medicine, one month of cultivation is enough. But this month you must rest, you must not get angry easily or walk around at will, otherwise your life will be worrying."

Jia Rong glanced at the doctor dissatisfiedly. Why do doctors of all eras like to exaggerate the patient's condition? Can this increase their value? Such a sword injury, as long as you don't touch the water, you can handle the wound carefully? How can the doctor say it is as silence as it is?

Jia Rong glanced at Wei Fu's pale face and asked, "Why haven't she woken up yet?"

The doctor sighed and said, "The wound is easy to deal with. The key is how people wake up. This is also the most deadly place. Many people may faint after being injured, but some people can wake up, while others cannot." When talking about medical skills, the doctor found some confidence and no longer had the panic he had just now.

There is no doubt about the role of a doctor. Others always respectfully and obey their words and refuse immediately if they are not satisfied. They are not as rude as Jia Rong. But the doctor is also a person who cherishes his life. After living for most of his life, he naturally does not want to die in such an unknown way. He still has to bow his head when he should. The doctor is very open about this.

Jia Rong said in a breath: "Then you should bandage her the wound quickly. You don't need to care about the rest. You must treat the wound. What sequelae are left? You are the only one who asks." In Jia Rong's opinion, it only needs to be treated. Waking up the patient only needs to be treated. It's only a matter of time before. Moreover, Wei Fu looked painful on the way just now, and obviously he was still conscious.

The doctor also recovered from the appearance of a charlatan just now. The god panicked and said, "The villain must do his best, but what are the sequelae? Why has the villain never heard of it?"

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