Chapter 1150: 1150: Fa Xu Pei, the first kill of the princes (twenty)

Chapter 1150 Chapter 1150: Fa Xu Pei, The Lords Kill First (20)
Yang Si narrowed his eyes, barely seeing Jiang Yanji coming from the backlight.
He tolerated the pain, stood up with the rock under him with the uninjured hand, and Jiang Nongqin helped him.
"Sinner Yang Si, I've seen the Lord."
Yang Si stepped forward to take a few steps, Jiang Yanji was already on his horse, and turned sharply to get off the horse, and raised Yang Si with one hand.
"What sinner is not sinner?" Jiang Yanji's brows frowned, eyes fixed on the white cloth tied to his shoulders, because Yang Si's movement range was a little big, and the wound that had just stopped the blood was cracking open. , Halo stained a red halo.
Yang Si was pale and ashamed, "The sinner's improper command led to the death of thousands of soldiers ..."
Jiang Yanji thought what was the matter, this thing could not blame him originally.
The fool will have one gain, and the wise one will lose.
Yang Si is a human, not a heavenly brain--
No, even Tiannao has made a mistake, let alone a mortal?
After all, this is not Yang Si ’s fault, but the enemy can only blame the chess player for playing it higher.
He's good, but the little ones go to the hot pot.
"How can there be undead in battle?"
Thousands of elites have died here, and Jiang Yanji also feels distressed, but this is not the reason for indiscriminate dumping and shirk responsibility.
Yang Si's lips flapped for a long while, and his bloodshot eyes turned out to be watery.
"In this matter, you have tried your best to deal with the enemy, and even preserved most of your troops. I blame you for what you do?" Jiang Yanji said helplessly. "If you feel unhappy, then you will heal yourself. This time I ate it in Han's hands Lose, find it next time. "
Yang Si stopped the loss in a timely manner, and more than 6,000 were carefully guarded.
Most of the casualties were in the lonely canyon. In that case, some people could still withdraw. Who can say that Yang Si had no success?
Jiang Yanji turned to Qin Gong, and said, "Qin Xiaowei was seriously injured. Why can't the medical staff deal with it?"
In ancient times, medicine was backward and she stayed in her time. She could grow back in minutes without arms and legs, but she could not stay here.
Although Qin Gong didn't have a missing arm and broken leg, the wound on his body was still scary, and there were still a long scratch on his face.
Suddenly he was named by Jiang Yanji, and Qin Gonghun's thoughts traveled to the sky to gather together.
"Lord, Lord—"
Qin Gong yelled, his brain was still so foolish that he suddenly lost his voice and didn't know what to say.
Jiang Yanji calmly and calmly said, "If there is anything to wait for, I will go over the wound first, so as not to lose too much blood."
Qin Gong thought that he would wait for a tempestuous rebuke, but the result was warm concern, which scared him a little.
Accustomed to a wayward hero like Xu Fei, Qin Gong has made psychological preparations for the 72-style tricks.
Whatever the reason, it was an indisputable fact that Qin Gong led his soldiers and damaged nearly 40% of the soldiers and horses.
If the protagonist thunders like this and disposes him by military law, he will have no complaints.
Fortunately, Jiang Yanji did not know what Qin Gong thought, if he knew, Bacheng would roll his eyes.
Is she the indiscriminate protagonist?
"Master, think that Gongliao will lead the remnants to evacuate one step first." Yang Si slowly moved back to the boulder, taking a deep breath and pressing down the pain of the wound. Can a messenger be sent to call him back? "
Jiang Yanji joked, "It is naturally required, otherwise Gongliao runs in the wrong direction and it is not good to run to the enemy's nest."
At present, Jiang Yanji sent a messenger to recover Cheng Yuan.
Cheng Yuan was still a little aggressive at first. He grabbed the messenger and asked it three or four times before accepting the surprise.
He was sober that he collapsed suddenly, with a crying and laughing expression on his face.
"Tianyou, my god-my god-"
After the ecstasy, Cheng Yuan asked Yang Si and Qin Gong in detail and learned that they were still alive, and Cheng Yuan almost cried.
He quickly integrated the troops and returned along the same path.
When he fled, his mood was as heavy as a mountain, and all kinds of negative emotions made him breathless.
When he went, Cheng Yuan could not wait to set up a pair of hot wheels on the bottom of his feet, and flew over with a chuckle.
The horse raced, the sleeves were filled with wind, and the hair towels kept flying.
When he arrived with his soldiers, the humble camp had been set up, and pots were set up on piles of bonfires.
The scent of food drifted into everyone's nasal cavity, making everyone thunderous.
Those surviving soldiers were so hungry that they just wanted to eat it when they opened their mouths regardless of the white rice.
The hot rice was tumbled several times in the mouth, scorching them straight.
Their tongues became red, and they were reluctant to spit them out, but choked them down.
The heat rolled down the mouth into the esophagus, and it was hot, warm, and satisfying. Many people had burst into tears and sobbed holding the bowl.
Others were anxious to grab the rice with their hands, crying and laughing again.
These days, I drank water and ate the bark of weeds. When I was too hungry, I could only fasten my belts. A group of people were already hungry.
Yang Si is also the same, but he is now encountering a relatively embarrassing accident.
His entire right arm was wrapped tightly and hung on his chest, and chopsticks in his left hand were unnatural.
The big ones are okay. Don't be awkward and clip them up. Those small cuts can't clip them.
"Hey-I hate myself for not being filial piety-" Yang Si envied for a while, and unhappyly put down his chopsticks. Wei Ci has flexible left and right hands. Chopsticks in his left hand are comparable to those in his right hand. Handling official documents is also in both hands.
Just thinking, there is a wooden spoon in front of me.
"Thank you, Captain Jiang--"
Yang Si was somewhat flattered.
The female school captain was too cold on weekdays. Except for the protagonist, she never missed the second person.
Yang Si has always been afraid to provoke such people.
She can give herself a spoon, just like the sun rising from the west.
"No thanks, the military officer is inconvenienced with chopsticks, so he might lose sight of the protagonist—"
Yang Si: "..."
Hehe, the sun really rose from the east today. The captain, who was hard to get close to, did not leave the principal in three words.
Yang Si couldn't help whispering, and Jiang Nongqin, who was at the tip of his ear, faintly heard his name.
"military adviser?"
Yang Si coughed and ate with a spoon, avoiding Jiang Nongqin.
It was Jiang Yanji who heard what Yang Si said.
She glanced over Jiang Nongqin, her face motionless, her heart darkened.
Taking advantage of Jiang Yanji's meal, the frightened audience quietly poked out their heads, and the blank screen finally appeared sporadic barrage.
[燊 枷]: Excuse me-can I send a barrage now?
[That season]: Should, should be okay?
The viewers of the two planes cried in a storm, even though there was a plane across, but the murderous trembling made them tremble.
When watching the live broadcast, they always felt that Jiang Yanji would suddenly yell, a knife split the screen, and slaughtered them.
(End of this chapter)