Liang Zhang held the hilt of the sword in his hand and stared at the sand table in front of him. The sound of his teeth clashing could even be heard in the silent tent.
"My lord!" the herald hurriedly entered the tent: "His Royal Highness the special envoy of King Zhao has arrived!"
"Let her in!" Liang Zhang was still angry.
The herald hesitated: "My lord, the special envoy is Princess Yuan Chun!"
Liang Zhang's body trembled suddenly, Princess Yuan Chun was the title of Princess Zhao Wan Yanjing.
Not to mention her noble status, the title of the First Grade Lady is higher than that of the Duke of the Kingdom.
"Quick, follow me to greet you!"
Everyone did not dare to show any signs of neglect and hurriedly left the camp.
Wanyanjing was dressed in snow-colored armor, and the half golden mask on her face shone brightly in the sunlight.
The Mohe warrior following her was even taller, making people feel inexplicably frightened.
"Liang Zhang, the last general, leads all the soldiers to see Princess Zhao!"
Wanyan Jing hurriedly stepped forward: "Liang Guogong does not need to perform this grand ceremony. This time I am also following the orders of the Zhao Palace and obeying the Duke's dispatch!"
Liang Zhang was slightly startled: "I wonder what your Highness's orders are?"
Wanyanjing took out a secret letter: "It's all in there, please take a look at it!"
Liang Zhang did not dare to neglect at all and immediately invited Wan Yanjing into the big tent.
In the Yancheng City Lord's Mansion, Jing Cui's forehead was covered with sweat, her face was a little pale, and the white bandage on her left shoulder was leaking blood.
"General, there is no movement at Liang Zhang's camp. The merchant soldiers shouting and scolding below the city may be tired of scolding and have returned to the camp! You'd better go back and rest!"
Jing Cui took a few deep breaths and stared at the sand table.
"As expected of the God of War of the Liang Kingdom back then, he was indeed difficult to deal with. Even his archery skills were so accurate!"
"General!" The deputy general next to him was a little puzzled: "The other party obviously missed the shot, what do you say..."
"He deliberately wanted to save my life!" Jing Cui covered her shoulders: "Otherwise, I would be a corpse now!"
"Why?" the deputy general continued to ask: "Beheading the local general is a great achievement. Why did Liang Guogong deliberately miss the target?"
Jing Cui took a deep breath: "If it were me, I wouldn't kill him. It would be interesting to have someone like this as an opponent, otherwise this war would be too boring!"
The lieutenant general still doesn't quite understand. Maybe this is the sympathy between famous generals.
"But General, our wound medicine has been used up. I'm afraid your arrow wound..."
Jing Cui wiped the sweat from her forehead.
The Chu army has been fighting for two consecutive years and has exhausted all kinds of supplies, let alone medicine for wounds.
During the two months of fighting with the merchant army, a large part of the reduction in the number of soldiers under his command was due to the lack of medicine and wound infection.
In addition, the weather in the south is hot and humid, so wounds heal very slowly, and some even less serious injuries were dragged to death.
Shrinking the front line and avoiding fighting is largely due to lack of supplies and is a last resort.
The wound on Jing Cui's shoulder had festered and festered, and the excruciating pain continued to torture him, making his already weak body even weaker.
If this continues, he will not die on the battlefield, but will be dragged to death by small arrow wounds.
"Is there any alcohol in the army?" Jing Cui leaned back on the chair with difficulty: "Bring some and sprinkle it on the wound!"
The lieutenant general was a little embarrassed: "General, we don't even have enough food to eat, where can we get wine!"
Jing Cui felt helpless and forced herself to cheer up.
"Order someone to go to Sansanlipu. Li Yuan should be there!"