Yang Si squinted his eyes and barely saw Jiang Pengji coming against the light.
He endured the pain and used his uninjured hand to prop himself up from the stone under him. Jiang Nongqin helped him up when she saw this.
"Sinner Yang Si greets my lord."
Yang Si took a few steps forward, but Jiang Pengji had already galloped forward. She got off the horse and lifted Yang Si up with one hand.
"What do you mean by sinner?" Jiang Pengji furrowed her brows tightly. She stared at the white cloth tied around his shoulder. Because Yang Si moved a little too much, the wound that had just stopped bleeding split open again. Spots of bright red slowly seeped out and dyed the area red.
Yang Si's face was pale and he said with shame, "Sinner, I misled the command and caused thousands of soldiers to lose their lives in Guxu …"
Jiang Pengji thought it was something serious, but he was not to be blamed for it.
A fool is bound to gain something from a thousand considerations, a wise man is bound to make a mistake from a thousand considerations.
Yang Si was a human being, not the Brain of Heaven.
No, even the Brain of Heaven had made mistakes before, let alone a human being.
At the end of the day, it was not Yang Si's fault. He could only blame the enemy for being better than him.
He, on the other hand, obediently went to take the blame.
"How can there be no deaths in war?"
Jiang Pengji was distressed that thousands of elites had died, but it was not a reason to push the blame to others and shirk responsibility.
Yang Si's lips opened and closed for a long time. His bloodshot eyes were glistening with tears, which made the bystanders feel sad.
"You have tried your best to deal with the enemy and even saved most of the troops. Why should I blame you?" Jiang Pengji said helplessly, "If you feel guilty, then take good care of your injuries. You suffered a loss in Han Yu's hands this time. Next time, you will get back at him. "
Yang Si stopped the losses in time and saved more than 6,000 of the 10,000 elites.
Most of the casualties were in Guxu Gorge. Who could say that Yang Si had done nothing wrong by being able to retreat under such circumstances?
Jiang Pengji looked at Qin Gong and said, "Officer Qin was seriously injured. Why didn't you let the medical soldiers treat him?"
In ancient times, the medical skills were backward. In her era, a missing arm or a broken leg could be regrown in minutes, but it was not possible here.
Although Qin Gong did not lose an arm or a leg, the wounds on his body were still quite terrifying. There was even a palm-long cut on his face.
Suddenly being called out by Jiang Pengji, Qin Gong came back to his senses.
"My, my lord …"
Qin Gong called out. His mind was still in a mess, so he suddenly became speechless and didn't know what to say.
Jiang Pengji said calmly, "We'll talk about it later. Field Officer Qin, go and tend to your wounds first to prevent excessive blood loss."
Qin Gong thought that he would be reprimanded like a storm, but it turned out to be a warm and caring one, scaring him into a daze.
Qin Gong was used to being a capricious lord like Xu Fei. He had already mentally prepared himself to be the scapegoat in seventy-two different ways.
No matter what the reason was, it was an indisputable fact that Qin Gong had lost forty percent of his troops.
If the lord flew into a rage because of this and used military law to punish him, he would have no complaints.
Fortunately, Jiang Pengji did not know what Qin Gong was thinking. If she did, she would have rolled her eyes.
Was she the kind of lord who did not distinguish between right and wrong?
"My lord, let Gong Liao lead the remaining troops and evacuate first." Yang Si slowly sat back on the huge rock and secretly took a deep breath to suppress the pain of his wound. "Gong Liao still doesn't know that my lord has arrived with reinforcements. Can you send a messenger to summon him back?"
Jiang Pengji joked, "Of course. Otherwise, Gong Liao will run in the wrong direction and into the enemy's lair."
At that moment, Jiang Pengji sent a messenger to chase after Cheng Yuan.
Cheng Yuan was a little confused at first. He grabbed the messenger and asked three or four times before he accepted the surprise.
He, who was originally steady, suddenly broke down. He looked like he was crying and laughing at the same time.
"God bless my lord … God bless our army …"
After the ecstasy, Cheng Yuan asked about Yang Si and Qin Gong's situation in detail. When he learned that they were still alive, Cheng Yuan almost cried with joy.
He hurriedly gathered his troops and horses and returned along the original path.
When he was fleeing, his heart was as heavy as a mountain. All kinds of negative emotions weighed down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
When he went, Cheng Yuan wished he could install a pair of wind and fire wheels under his feet. He flew over with a swish.
He galloped on his horse, his sleeves blowing in the wind, and the hairband that bound his hair fluttered non-stop.
When he arrived with his troops, the simple and crude camp had already been set up. Pots were set up on piles of bonfires, and a variety of food was bubbling in the pots.
The aroma of food drifted into everyone's nostrils, tempting their stomachs to growl like thunder.
The surviving soldiers were very hungry. They didn't care that the white rice had just come out of the oven. They opened their mouths and wanted to eat it.
The boiling hot rice rolled in their mouths a few times, scalding them until they shivered.
Their tongues were scalded until they were red, but they couldn't bear to spit it out. Instead, they swallowed it whole.
The heat rolled along their mouths and into their mouths. It was scalding, warm, and satisfying. Many people had already burst into tears. They hugged their bowls and sobbed.
Some people were so anxious that they grabbed the rice with their hands. After crying for a while, they laughed.
These days, they drank water to fill their stomachs and ate weeds and tree bark. They were so hungry that they could only tighten their belts. The group of people were so hungry that their eyes were glowing.
Yang Si was the same, but he had encountered a rather awkward accident.
His entire right arm was wrapped tightly and hung in front of his chest. It was very unnatural for him to use chopsticks with his left hand.
He could still pick up the large ones if he was not awkward. However, he could not pick up the small ones no matter how hard he tried.
"Sigh … I hate that I'm not Zixiao …" Yang Si was envious for a while and put down his chopsticks unhappily. Wei Ci's left and right hands were very agile. Writing with his left hand was comparable to using his right hand. When handling official documents, he also used both hands at the same time. Such a unique skill could not be learned by ordinary people.
As he was thinking, a wooden spoon appeared in front of him.
"Thank you, Colonel Jiang …"
Yang Si was somewhat flattered.
This female colonel was usually very cold. Apart from his lord, there was no one else in her eyes.
Yang Si had never dared to provoke such a person.
For her to condescend to give him a spoon, it was as if the sun had risen from the west.
"You're welcome. It's not convenient for the military counselor to use chopsticks. I'm afraid that I'll be disrespectful in front of the lord …"
Yang Si was speechless.
Haha, the sun still rose from the east today. This unapproachable colonel could not stop talking about the lord.
Yang Si could not help but mutter. Jiang Nongqin, who had sharp ears, could faintly hear her own name.
"Military counselor?"
Yang Si coughed softly. He scooped up the spoon and ate his meal, avoiding Jiang Nongqin.
However, Jiang Pengji heard what Yang Si said.
She glanced at Jiang Nongqin. Her face was as calm as a mountain, but she secretly thought to herself.
While Jiang Pengji was eating, the frightened audience quietly poked their heads out. Finally, a few sporadic bullet screens appeared on the blank screen.
Shenjia: "Excuse me … Can I send bullet screens now?"
Naji: "Should, should be able to?"
The audience from the two dimensions cried like a storm in their hearts. Even though they were separated by a dimension, the murderous aura made them tremble.
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