At this time, Qishan was no longer a prestigious first-class official, but just a dying old man lying on the bed with weak breathing. Last year, although the wrinkles on Qishan's face were already like the bark of a ten thousand-year-old tree, they did not
What about age spots? It was more like the aura of a first-class official, but now it is speckled, covered with age spots, and lifeless.
Lying on the bed, Qishan closed his eyes tightly, his lips were slightly dark purple, and his cheeks were pale and weak. This feeling was completely like a scene of a person about to die.
Wu Qigong stood aside, feeling sad and sad in his heart. He was not only sad that Qishan was about to die of illness, but also worried about the uncertain future.
Suddenly, Qishan's fingers moved and he slowly opened his eyes.
Wu Qigong felt happy in his heart. With a wave of his hand, a soldier immediately walked in from outside the tent.
The soldier held a bowl of dark medicinal soup and handed it to Wu Qigong. Wu Qigong nodded, then scooped up a spoonful of medicinal soup and said softly: "Sir, when you wake up, take a sip of the medicine first. Drink later.
After taking the medicine, your body will recover. The soldiers in the army are looking forward to your recovery and leading everyone through the difficulties!"
Qi Shan smiled bitterly twice, but it was weak.
However, Qishan still drank the medicine.
After drinking the medicine, Qi Shan asked: "Qi Gong, how long have I been in a coma?"
Wu Qigong replied: "Sir, you have been asleep for a day and a night."
Qi Shan sighed after hearing this.
This sigh was not known to be a sigh for the deterioration of his body, or a regret that his life was about to pass away. Qi Shan looked at Wu Qigong and saw that Wu Qigong also had dark circles and bloodshot eyes, and he had lost weight.
I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart. Although Wu Qigong was impatient and even a little timid, he was more loyal and had good conduct.
Seeing that Qi Shan was silent, Wu Qigong said again: "Sir, please rest for a while, I will go to work later."
"Wait a minute!"
Qi Shan reached out and grabbed Wu Qigong's hand, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, talk to me. I know my physical condition. I don't know when I will die if I take it day by day."
Wu Qigong's eyes were moist, he bit his lower lip with his upper teeth, choked slightly, and said slowly: "Sir, you will definitely live a long life. If you are not as old as you, what will the brothers in Jiangbei Camp do?"
Qishan sighed again: "This is my fate, what can I do?"
Wu Qigong said: "Sir, if you are dragging your illness now, you will definitely not get better. Let's retreat to the north. As long as we retreat to the important towns in the north, and with the help of regiment training and government troops from various places, we will definitely be able to stop Li Xiucheng.
At that time, you can also find a better doctor to treat you, and when your body recovers, you can fight back again."
Qi Shan shook his head and said: "We can't withdraw, we can't withdraw!"
After a pause, Qishan continued: "I am already an old man, and now I am so sick that most of my body has been buried in the soil. I am just waiting to take my last breath and pass away.
. If he died in Jiangbei Camp, he would end up sacrificing his life for his country. If he took the initiative to retreat with his soldiers, the situation would be different immediately. Not only would it be impossible to get a reward, but he would also be criticized by the officials! Wall!
Everyone recommends it, who can’t do it?”
After hearing this, Wu Qigong frowned slightly.
Qi Shan's death is all over, but what about those of them who are still alive?
However, this is just Wu Qigong's thought.
Just listen to Qishan continue to say: "Retreating is not only bad for me, but also bad for the generals in the army. If you escape, you are a deserter. Even if you are not punished, it will be difficult to be reused in the future. What we need to do now
The best thing is to persist, wait for Xiang Rong of the Jiangnan camp to send troops to relieve the pressure, and then wait for Li Zhen's army to relieve the pressure. Even if he loses to Li Xiucheng, at most he can choose to avoid his edge and fight with Li Xiucheng. But no matter what,
They are determined not to retreat."
Wu Qigong added: "Sir, if we don't retreat, we won't be able to persist!"
"stupid!"
Qi Shan glared at Wu Qigong and said: "When you were fighting, wouldn't you have sent someone to contact Li Zhen? Now Li Zhen is extremely powerful, and the weapons of his soldiers are all foreign equipment. As long as you connect with Li Zhen's army,
Are you still afraid that you will not have any military merit? At that time, you will no longer be deserters, but people with military merit."
Wu Qigong understood and said: "Your Excellency is wise!"
"Tap! Tread!!"
A rush of footsteps came in from outside the camp. The soldier looked panicked and staggered, like a drunken man unable to stand still.
Wu Qigong asked: "What happened? Are you so panicked?"
Qishan also looked at the soldier who sent the message and asked, "What happened?"
The soldier's body trembled slightly and he spoke with a trembling voice as he said: "Sir, General Wu, we have just received news that Xiang Rong has returned to the Jiangnan camp with his army and will no longer attack Nanjing."
"ah!!"
Wu Qigong and Qi Shan were both taken aback, showing expressions of astonishment.
Wu Qigong even felt that his body began to tremble uncontrollably. Jiangbei camp lost the help of Jiangnan camp and fell into crisis. Qi Shan's face turned green and red, and he endured the depression in his heart and asked: "What on earth is going on?"
What's going on?"
The soldier said carefully: "Reporting to your lord, when Xiang Rong led his troops to attack Nanjing, he was intercepted by bandits on the way and was blocked. Xiang Rong was defeated, then retreated without a fight and stopped sending troops.
"
"Stupid, Xiang Rong, this idiot!"
Qi Shan yelled and cursed loudly, his face gradually turning red.
Wu Qigong sat aside, feeling uneasy.
Although he did not dare to scold Xiang Rong like Qi Shan, he was filled with anger. The survival of the Jiangbei camp was at stake, but Xiang Rong withdrew his troops because of a trivial matter, which was really infuriating.
Qi Shan changed the topic and asked again: "Did Li Zhen's army attack Nanjing?"
The soldier replied: "There is an intention to attack, but there is no battle yet."
"Um……"
Qishan's sunken eye sockets had bulging eyeballs, and he hissed: "Heaven will destroy our Jiangbei camp!"
At this moment, Qi Shan's heart was bleeding. Xiang Rong had retreated, and Li Zhen's troops had not yet attacked, which meant that Yang Xiuqing's troops were not affected. In other words, Qi Shan's two life-saving straws were lost. Qi Shan
Shan's heart was filled with sadness and desolation, his breath became more and more fluctuating, and his skinny chest heaved up and down.
"puff!!"
Qi Shan opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood mist. His whole face was as pale as paper.
He rolled his eyes and passed out immediately.
Qishan's fainting scared Wu Qigong and trembled. Wu Qigong knew the seriousness of the matter. He looked at the soldier who sent the message and said in a deep voice: "Don't spread the news about your master's fainting. If the rest of the people know about it,
, I will question you."
"Yes, I understand."
The soldier who sent the message understood the importance and nodded in agreement.
Wu Qigong then ordered: "Invite the medical officer from the army to come over and say that the person is awake and ask the medical officer to make another diagnosis. Remember, you can only say that your body has recovered, but you cannot say that your body can't stand it any longer.
Understand?"
"clear!"
The soldier who delivered the message agreed, turned around and left.