Chapter 2044: no way no money! (on)

After leaving the Prancing Horse Stream for three days and three nights, Ling Feng finally ordered the army to stop and rest for a while.
Even so, he still did not forget to set up a tight eyeliner, and never missed any chance of being attacked.
Half of Ling Feiyang's head had been simply bandaged at this moment. He was angry and sat alone without saying a word.
Upon seeing this, Ling Feng sighed deeply, did not say much, called his adjutant and asked about the casualties.
Today, there are nearly 200,000 people left in his army.
More than 30,000 of them were injured.
Moreover, after such a long journey, coupled with the previous wars, it has already reached the point where people are sleepy. If the protection continues, I am afraid that the pursuers will not be able to escape!
When Ling Feng heard the words, his brows furrowed, and obviously the lieutenant went to calm the soldiers' emotions, and then came to Liu Qing, who had been silent since he was sober.
"Subordinates see the Queen, and we have been on the road with us this time, which really hurts the Queen."
"If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me that I will try my best to meet the queen's requirements!"
Liu Qing glanced at Ling Feng, and opened his mouth for the first time after waking up: "General Ling, I am no longer a queen, you can call me Liu Qing. This defeat of Faner can be said to be my cause, I What are the requirements for being eligible?"
To be honest, Liu Qing has always blamed himself. If he could kill himself immediately after receiving the risk, maybe none of this happened.
It was just a moment of hesitation that allowed her son's great opportunities to disappear. How could Liu Qing not be angry?
It's just that she is angry with herself!
She thinks she is herself, dragging down Chen Fan!
"Liu...Liu Qing. You should know the character of the lord, he is the most affectionate person, and the filial piety is always deeply buried in my heart."
"How can such a person watch his mother suffer?"
"Don't worry, if we fail this time, it doesn't mean that we have all failed. We still have a chance to make a comeback!"
"Furthermore, the Black Army has already reached a bottleneck period, and the soldiers have become more arrogant and indulgent. With this failed head-on attack, it is also a good thing for long-term development."
Ling Feng's remarks finally made Liu Qing feel a little better, but he was still secretly vowing in his heart that he would no longer be a drag on Chen Fan, even if he died!
Seeing Liu Qing's condition improved a lot, Ling Feng turned and left. This time, the person he went to see was Ling Feiyang.
At this time of defeat, the most popular moment was when Ling Feng, as the head coach of the Black Army, could be said to be the person second only to the lord in Chen Fan's team. Naturally, he should play a role in stabilizing the military spirit at this time.
Judging from the current situation, the person with the greatest military ambition is Ling Feng's son!
"This decisive battle, you are not reconciled!"
Sitting directly in front of Ling Feiyang and opening his mouth, Ling Feng's tone was calm, without the slightest intention of aggressiveness.
Ling Feiyang was also a stubborn temper. After hearing the words, he nodded immediately: "Unwilling!"
"Why not reconciled!"
Ling Feiyang raised his head, his only right eye was staring straight at his father!
"We can obviously continue to fight. We can clearly kill more enemies. Why did the lord let us retreat? I am not reconciled. I want to prove myself that we can't defeat the black army!"
Young people, it's inevitable to be angry. Ling Feng sighed after hearing the words, and finally said: "Feiyang, you come and tell me, in the end, we will die with Na Chiwei, who is the best for this?"
Ling Fei raised his eyes, as if he understood what his father was going to say.
"You thought about it too, it's Chen Yi."
"The lord is someone who can control the overall situation. How can he let Chen Yi sit back and reap the benefits of the fisherman?"
"So, at that time, our retreat was the best choice, because instead of staying to die, it is better to regroup and fight again in the future. At the very least, our black army still keeps the fire!"
Slowly got up, stretched out, Ling Feng's eyes were deep, looking to the rear, he seemed to mutter to himself, and he seemed to be talking to Ling Feiyang.
"Soldiers, it's a fierce one, the saint has no choice but to use swords and soldiers. That's because the soldiers are never meant to kill people, but to... protect!"