Rong Changan stood in the center with his head raised and his eyes closed, one shot at a time, waiting for their attack.
More than a dozen people jumped together and rushed towards Rong Changan in the middle.
They almost reached Rong Chang'an's body, saw Rong Chang'an's spear sweeping away, within a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen people's heads fell to the ground, and they died miserably.
Everyone was shocked by Rong Changan's iron-blooded handling, and they all trembled in fear, fearing that Rong Changan would continue to make trouble for them. They were more or less involved in this incident, and they were regarded as accomplices.
"You are my soldiers in Chang'an, you must obey my orders. Some of the dozen or so of them are spies planted by the enemy, and some have been bought. There should be spies among you, but I haven't found them yet. So , from now on, each of you should pay attention to your words and deeds, and report any changes immediately. Let's go away!"
"Yes, General. Disband!"
At this time, every soldier's face was full of calm and contemplative expressions. Their general was not wounded at all. This was a trick of the enemy to confuse the army, and they almost fell for it.
The general said that there are spies among them, and it is estimated that whoever incites the most flames will be the spies from now on, so we should be more careful in the future.
Rong Chang'an's trick of misfortune diverted the attention of the soldiers to the spies, which was very ingenious.
However, Rong Changan, who returned to the handsome tent, couldn't hold on any longer, he clenched his teeth tightly, and stood in place without moving.
When Rusheng came in, he saw Rong Changan gritted his teeth and endured the pain.
"Sister, what's the matter?" Rusheng asked suspiciously, she had already treated Rong Changan's wound, it shouldn't be so painful.
"The wound hurts a bit, show me." Rong Changan didn't dare to be careless, and told the truth.
Rusheng gently opened the blood-stained gauze, and saw that the wound inside was more serious than yesterday, she guessed that Rong Changan must have fought with someone else.
"Sister, why are you so careless? Do you want to kill someone with such a serious injury?" Physicians hate uncooperative patients the most, and so does Rusheng.
"Rusheng, I'm fine." Rong Changan comforted Rusheng weakly.
"It's okay, it's okay like this? Do you think you are made of iron? Can't you think of a better way? The wound is open again, and I have to bandage it again." Rusheng had a cold face, as if strangers should not get close , but still conscientiously re-bandaged Rong Changan.
"Be careful, and don't come to me again. I shouldn't take care of uncooperative patients like you." Rusheng's face was black all the time, but Rong Changan also knew her good intentions.
"Rusheng, did you come to see me for something?"
"Ah, I'm so angry with you, I forgot about the business. I found the prescription for that plague. Let me tell you, I have already changed the prescription for him tonight."
"Really? Have you really found a cure for him? A prescription for his symptoms? Is the medicine enough? Do you need me to look for it?" Rong Changan was very excited, holding Rusheng's pack tightly hands.
Although Rusheng was annoyed that she didn't cherish herself, she also knew that she couldn't help herself, "No need, I have medicinal materials. I can't even stand up, and I still have the mood to control others. Huh! I'm leaving."
Rusheng turned around and left without even looking at Rong Changan. At this time, Rusheng is like an awkward little girl, completely without the gentleness and generosity of when we first met.
What a stubborn little pepper, Rong Changan thought to himself.
The night in the government office was very quiet, Rong Changan put on his coat and walked to Yan Li's room.
Rong Changan sat on the stool beside the bed, facing the back of the bed, not sure if the person was asleep or awake.
"Yan Li, Rusheng said that he has found a prescription that can save you. You should have taken it tonight. I don't know if you feel it? Today I cleaned up the military affairs and found out more than a dozen spies planted by the enemy. I don't know who inserted it. Is it Prince Jing, or that one?"
"It is estimated that King Jing will continue to challenge tomorrow. I haven't thought of a way to fight. I still have something to do tomorrow. You should rest well and get better as soon as possible. I'm leaving." Rong Changan didn't care if the man heard it or not, and went straight Go out and return to the handsome tent.
It was quiet in the middle of the night, and the moonlight was like yarn. Rong Changan's heart was peaceful after joy, and he gradually fell asleep.
After midnight, from Rong Changan's handsome tent, a cold light pierced the person on the bed.
The vigilant Rong Chang'an jumped up, took off the sword on the wall, got up and fought with the assassin.
Rong Changan was in a good mood tonight, indeed she slept deeply, but her military nature made her very alert, and she had already felt the moment the assassin's sword was unsheathed.
It's just that Rong Changan's serious injury has not healed, and today's school competition opened up the wound again, new injuries added to old injuries, and currently she can barely use 20 to 30% of her strength.
The assassin's body was agile, his swordsmanship was sharp and sophisticated, he only attacked but not defended, which made Rong Chang'an's sword a little overwhelmed. The blade of the sword passed Rong Chang'an's neck several times.
Sometimes the point of the sword pointed directly at Rong Changan's throat, but Rong Changan barely avoided it with a twist, and a few strands of hair fell out.
Sometimes the sword swept across her lower body, and she barely avoided it with a hard jump.
Rong Changan himself felt a little powerless, but he had to be encouraged and supported. There have been fighting sounds here for a while, and I don't know if anyone has heard them. She wanted to call for help, but her breathing became disordered and she couldn't make a sound at all.
At the time of life and death, the door was forcibly kicked open, and Song Qiang stepped in with his sword. He is a seasoned veteran of many battles, he has excellent martial arts, and at this critical moment, he uses all his strength to rush towards the black-clothed assassin.
After some fighting, the assassin found that Song Qiang was a strong martial artist, and he was not his opponent. If he continues to fight, he will definitely lose. One jumped out of the battle group and fled through the window.
Song Qiang raised his foot to chase the assassin, but was worried about Rong Changan's safety, so he took back his steps and returned to Rong Changan's side.
At this time, Rong Changan was already exhausted and overwhelmed, Song Qiang had no choice but to support her and Rong Changan's body with his hands.
"General, are you okay? Or, I'll call Miss Rusheng to come over and show you."
At this moment, Rong Chang'an was already exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to speak, so he was quietly supported by Song Qiang and slowly regained his strength.
Seeing that Rong Changan didn't speak, Song Qiang had no choice but to cooperate with her and hold her hand.
Yan Li also heard the sound of fighting, struggled to get up, and hurried over with his sword!
He didn't see the assassin, but saw another scene.
Rong Changan nestled meekly in Song Qiang's arms, but it was so dazzling in Yan Li's eyes.
He doesn't know why he is uncomfortable? Why did he come out in such a hurry? Is it because she is afraid of getting hurt
Yan Li laughed at himself, but that smile looked like crying.