"Come, drink the medicinal soup, slowly."

In the barracks of Shuofeng's wounded soldiers, Ma Ling'er, who had a bulging belly, was carefully giving medicine to the wounded soldiers.

There are many women doing the same thing in this barracks. Most of these people are family members of soldiers, who volunteered to come to the front line from Liangyou.

Their husbands, brothers, and sons may be stationed at the border of Beiliang, or they may have followed Chenyue on an expedition to Liaodong, and their life or death is uncertain.

At this moment, the eyes of the Marquis of Beiliang were slightly red, because the soldier she was giving medicine to had been stabbed six times in his body and was dying. His right leg was empty and had long since disappeared.

The wounded soldier was very young and looked young. His body was covered with bandages one after another and he could not move.

"Ahem."

The soldier, who looked extremely young, coughed a few times and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't waste the medicine on me, I won't survive."

"Stop talking! Take the medicine!" Ma Ling'er's nose felt sour, and she fed the soup spoonful after spoonful, saying: "If you can survive, your family is still waiting for you to go home, and you will still have a long way to go in the future.

It’s still growing.”

"Okay, I'll drink." The wounded soldier's mouth widened, and his eyes seemed to recall living with his family, but his voice became softer and softer.

The wounded soldier who insisted on opening his mouth to drink medicine at first gradually closed his eyes. Finally, his neck drooped to the side, and there was no more movement.

Ma Ling'er's hand shaking as she was giving the medicine spilled a few drops of the medicine, and then she staggered out the door, covering her face and crying.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Zhou Zihan saw this and ran over quickly.

Ma Ling'er wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said sadly: "They are still so young and they would have had a very good future. Alas!"

Zhou Zihan remained silent and patted Ling'er's back gently.

War is so cruel, and the men of Northern Liang are even more heroic.

"I'm fine." Ma Ling'er cheered up and said, "Have all the herbs been distributed?"

"Don't worry, sister, Yu Biejia has already sent people to distribute them, giving priority to the seriously injured." Zhou Zihan said softly.

"Anthracene, every one who can be saved is one." Ma Ling'er straightened her clothes and entered the wounded camp again to take care of the wounded.

In the distance, Zhu Tianhe, Yu Yanbai, and Ye Xiaoxiao were paying attention to the situation here. When they saw a stretcher covered with snow-white gauze being carried out, they naturally knew that another wounded soldier had died.

"General Zhu, what's going on in the city? You can't hide it from me." Ye Xiaoxiao asked with a solemn face.

"Eight thousand soldiers in the city have been killed in battle, more than 3,000 were seriously injured, and countless others were lightly injured." Zhu Tianhe replied softly.

There are only over 30,000 soldiers guarding Shuofeng City, and more than 10,000 soldiers have been killed or seriously injured. Basically, the soldiers with minor injuries have not left their defensive positions and are still fighting on the front line.

"It can't go on like this. The fighting in Youzhou is silent, but the fighting in Shuozhou is crazy. It's really confusing." Ye Xiaoxiao sighed.

"It doesn't matter, our Beiliang frontier army can fight to the death on the city wall and never retreat a step." Zhu Tianhe stood with his hands behind his back: "Mu Yun fantasizes about attacking Shuofeng City, but he can only step on me, Zhu Tianhe, and 30,000 soldiers.

The body will pass. If we stick to it for another year and a half, there will be absolutely no problem."

Ye Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment and said: "There is no war in Wuguan. I can dispatch 5,000 to 10,000 soldiers to reinforce Shuozhou. This can also strengthen Shuozhou's city defense."

"No!" Zhu Tianhe frowned: "This time the Yan Rong troops are too strange, and it's hard to figure out what they want to do. What if they invade Liangzhou as soon as the Wuguan reinforcements leave? What will you do?

Just guard Wuguan well!"

"Alas!" Ye Xiaoxiao sighed, and then said: "Then these seriously injured soldiers should be transported back to the country one after another. It is not a problem to stay in Shuofeng."

"I have already discussed this matter with Governor Zhou. He will send people to pick up the seriously injured people one after another." Yu Yanbai said at the side.

"Okay, if there is any emergency, you must send a message to Wuguan. If you have to, you can only mobilize the Liangzhou garrison for reinforcements. Before our army regains Liaodong, Shuofeng City must not be lost." Ye Xiaoxiao said solemnly.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine as long as I'm here. I'm going to take a look at the top of the city first. You must remember to keep an eye on Mrs. Hou here and don't let her get close to the dangerous area." Zhu Tianhe said nothing before leaving.

Forgot to say something.

"I'll go take a look too. Mrs. Hou will be left in charge of Yu Bie." Ye Xiaoxiao hurriedly followed Zhu Tianhe.

The two ran away as fast as they could, leaving the Shuozhou Bijia standing alone. Yu Yanbai was dumbfounded. It was obvious to them that keeping an eye on Madam Hou was a difficult task.

Outside Shuofeng City, Yanrong Camp

The third prince of Yanrong was looking at the map on the wall with his brows furrowed. The Shuofeng City in front of him had been blocking the army for several months. He was slightly anxious even though he was calm and calm.

"Your Highness!" A powerful general strode in from outside the tent. It was Mu Yunhuan's trusted general Tu Shanlin.

"How's it going? Is there any progress?" Mu Yunhuan asked without looking back.

Tu Shanlin shook his head slightly: "As usual, the soldiers who climbed to the top of the city encountered the desperate counterattack of the Beiliang Army and retreated, unable to expand the victory. Tuotuo Buhua watched from the front and continued to attack the city.

"

"I know." Mu Yunhuan nodded.

"Your Highness, are the casualties too high if we continue to fight like this?" Tu Danlin muttered worriedly.

Mu Yunhuan turned around, picked up the wine bottle on the table, poured two glasses of wine, handed one glass to Tu Danlin and said, "As long as we win Shuofeng City, everything will be worth it."

Tu Danlin took the wine glass and took a sip: "Fortunately, the attack was still effective. The Beiliang crossbowmen at the top of the city had their arms damaged, and the arrows they shot were much shorter than at the beginning. The defenders at the top of the city

There are also many wounded soldiers in the army, so they must have no reinforcements."

"Look, this is good news." Mu Yunhuan smiled slightly: "No matter how fierce the Beiliang army is, they are still human. The Beiliang army is fighting against the Jin people. There are only tens of thousands of soldiers in Shuofeng City. After the battle, there will be no more. Send the order

Go down and attack the city without slacking off. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!"

"promise!"

Mu Yunhuan came to the map again with the wine glass in hand, cast his eyes in the direction of Youzhou, and asked softly: "How is the situation of my eldest brother?"

"There is also no progress." Tu Danlin frowned and said: "The eldest prince's behavior is quite strange, the attack momentum is not fierce, and I can't tell the specific situation. It is difficult for the spies we sent to penetrate deep into the camp.

"

"Well, you can go down." Mu Yunhuan waved his hand, and Tu Shanlin bowed and retreated.

Mu Yunhuan, who was left alone in the handsome tent, lightly clasped his fingers on the wine glass, making a clicking sound, and said to himself: "My dear brother, what are you doing? Do you really think that
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