Yang Si squinted, barely seeing Jiang Pengji coming from the backlight.
He endured the pain and stood up with his uninjured hand supporting the stone under him. Jiang Nongqin helped him when he saw it.
"Sinner Yang Si, I have seen the lord."
Yang Si took a few steps forward to greet him. Jiang Pengji had already steered his horse forward, and neatly turned over and dismounted, and lifted Yang Si up with one hand.
"What sinners are not sinners?" Jiang Pengji frowned tightly, staring at the white cloth tied around his shoulders, because Yang Si's movements were a bit large, the wound that had just stopped the blood burst open, and a little bright red slowly seeped out , smudged a blush.
With a pale face, Yang Si said ashamedly, "The sinner's improper command resulted in the death of thousands of soldiers orphans..."
Jiang Pengji thought it was something, and he couldn't blame him for this.
A fool who thinks a thousand times will gain something, and a wise man who thinks a thousand times will lose something.
Yang Si is a human being, not a celestial brain—
No, even the celestial brain has made mistakes, let alone a mere mortal
In the final analysis, this can't be considered Yang Si's fault, it can only be blamed on the enemy's high chess move.
He's good, but he's going to take the blame.
"How can there be undead in a war?"
Thousands of elites died here, and Jiang Pengji was also distressed, but this was not a reason to shrug the blame and shirk responsibility.
Yang Si's lips twitched for a while, and his bloodshot eyes actually glowed with water, making others feel sad.
"This matter, you have tried your best to deal with the enemy, and even saved most of your troops, what do I blame you for?" Jiang Pengji said helplessly, "If you feel bad about your heart, then take good care of your wounds. This time it was in Han Yu's hands. A loss, find a place next time."
Yang Si stopped the loss in time, and more than 6,000 elites kept more than 6,000.
Most of the casualties were in Guxu Canyon. In that case, some people could still be withdrawn. Who can say that Yang Si has failed
Jiang Pengji turned to Qin Gong, and said, "Qin Xiaowei is seriously injured, why don't the medical soldiers take care of it?"
In ancient times, medical skills were backward. In her era, missing arms and legs could grow back in minutes, and it would be impossible to leave it here.
Although Qin Gong didn't lose an arm or a broken leg, the wound on his body was still quite terrifying, and there was a palm-length scratch on his face.
Suddenly being named by Jiang Pengji, Qin Gongshun's thoughts of wandering around the world suddenly converged.
"Lord, Lord—"
Qin Gong called out, but his mind was still cluttered, so that he suddenly lost his words and didn't know what to say.
Jiang Pengji said calmly and authentically, "I'll talk about it later. Captain Qin will take care of the wound first, so as not to lose too much blood."
Qin Gong thought he would wait for a stormy reprimand, but it turned out to be warm concern, which scared him a little.
Accustomed to a self-willed lord like Xu Fei, Qin Gong was mentally prepared to take the blame for seventy-two tricks.
No matter what the reason is, Qin Gong's troops have lost nearly 40% of their troops. This is an indisputable fact.
If the lord jumped into a rage because of this and treated him with military law, he would have no complaints.
Thankfully, Jiang Pengji didn't know what Qin Gong was thinking. If he did, he would probably roll his eyes.
Is she the kind of indiscriminate hero
"My lord, I want Gong Liao to lead the remnants to evacuate first." Yang Si slowly sat back on the boulder, took a deep breath in secret, and suppressed the pain of the wound, "Gong Liao didn't know that the lord led the reinforcements to arrive. Can you send a messenger to bring him back?"
Jiang Pengji joked, "Naturally, otherwise Gong Liao would go in the wrong direction and go to the enemy's lair, it would be bad."
At the moment, Jiang Pengji sent a messenger to recover Cheng Yuan.
Cheng Yuan was a little confused at first, but he grabbed the messenger and asked three or four times before accepting the surprise.
The originally stable he suddenly collapsed, with a crying and laughing expression on his face.
"God Bless the Lord—God Bless our Army—"
After the ecstasy, Cheng Yuan inquired about Yang Si and Qin Gong in detail, and knowing that the two were still alive, Cheng Yuan almost cried with joy.
He quickly assembled his troops and returned along the same path.
When escaping, his heart was so heavy that it seemed to weigh down a mountain, and all kinds of negative emotions overwhelmed him.
When he went, Cheng Yuan could not wait to put a pair of hot wheels on the bottom of his feet, and flew over with a squeak.
The horses galloped, the sleeves were filled with wind, and the towel of the hair kept flying.
When he arrived with the soldiers, the simple camp had been set up, and pots were set up on piles of bonfires, and omnivorous food was cooking in the pot.
The aroma of the food wafted into everyone's nostrils, causing a thunderous sound in their stomachs.
The surviving soldiers were so hungry that they wanted to eat the white rice as soon as it came out of the oven.
The hot rice tumbled several times in the mouth, making them shiver from the heat.
Their tongues were burned red, and they were reluctant to spit it out, but instead swallowed it whole.
The heat rolled down the esophagus along the mouth, hot, warm and satisfying, and many people had already burst into tears, holding the bowl and whimpering.
Others were anxious to grab the rice with their hands, crying for a while and then laughing.
These days, they drink water and eat wild grass and bark. They are so hungry that they can only tighten their belts. A group of people have long been so hungry that their eyes are blue.
The same is true for Yang Si, but now he has encountered a rather embarrassing accident.
His entire right arm was tightly wrapped and hung on his chest, and it was unnatural to use chopsticks in his left hand.
The big ones are fine, don't worry, they can be clipped, and the ones that are cut into small ones can't be clipped.
"Hey—it's a shame that I'm not Zixiao—" Yang Si envied for a while, and put down his chopsticks unhappily. Wei Ci's left and right hands are very flexible. His left hand is as good as his right hand when writing with chopsticks. He also uses both hands to handle official documents. Such a stunt cannot be learned by ordinary people.
Just thinking about it, there is a wooden spoon in front of me.
"Thank you, Captain Jiang—"
Yang Si was a little flattered.
This female captain was so cold on weekdays that apart from the lord, she did not let the second person go in her eyes.
Yang Si never dared to provoke such a person.
She could condescend to get herself a spoon, it was like the sun rising from the west.
"No thanks, it's inconvenient for military advisors to use chopsticks, I'm afraid I'll be disrespectful in front of the lord—"
Yang Si: "…"
Hehe, the sun really rose from the east today, and this unapproachable captain never left his lord for three words.
Yang Si couldn't help but murmured, and Jiang Nongqin, whose ears were sharp, heard his name faintly.
"military adviser?"
Yang Si coughed lightly, scooped a spoon to eat, and avoided Jiang Nongqin.
But Jiang Pengji heard what Yang Si said.
She glanced at Jiang Nongqin, her face was as still as a mountain, and she pondered in her heart.
While Jiang Pengji was eating, the frightened audience quietly stuck their heads out, and a few barrages finally appeared on the blank screen.
[Shen Flail]: Excuse me—can I post a bullet screen now
[That season]: Yes, it should be possible, right
The audience of the two planes wept like a storm in their hearts, even if they were separated by a plane, but the murderous aura made them shiver.
When watching the live broadcast, they always felt that Jiang Pengji would suddenly shout, split the screen with a knife, and kill them.