Kang Xintong bowed his head timidly.
"This matter is not negotiable. You are still young and don't understand the reason. It's late at night, go down and rest."
Lu Zheng ordered the people to be driven out, and Kang Xintong knew that he had said the wrong thing. He looked cramped and scared, and his lower lip was bitten out.
"Well, the adoptive father also goes to bed earlier, don't be too tired."
Kang Xintong stepped back, and Lu Zheng stared at the candle for a while.
"This kid is still too young..."
Lu Zheng sighed lightly, as if feeling emotional.
If Kang Xintong could calm down a bit, she would find that she was not rejected by Lu Zheng for saying these outrageous remarks, not even scolding her. It can be seen from this that Lu Zheng did not give up on An in his heart, and even had a lot of complaints.
As Lu Zheng sighed, Kang Xintong was too young, so her thoughts were taken for granted, and she didn't know the twists and turns.
Lu Zheng's character is destined that he is not a person who surrenders without a fight.
Flattery and live, or die!
Even if Lu Zheng is a big pig's hoof.
After this conversation, Lu Zheng was the same as usual, but Kang Xintong felt a little guilty and regretful.
She was too impulsive, even though the starting point was for the good of her foster father, but the foster father had been assisting An for so long, it was impossible to give up if she gave up.
Kang Xintong was remorseful, and the sound of the loud horn going out to the expedition came from outside the tent.
Her heart tightened, and she secretly opened the tent's curtain and looked out.
Although nothing could be seen here, but looking at the many empty military camps and the sound of war drums in the distance, she felt a chilling air that seemed to strangle her throat and prevent her from breathing. Kang Xintong looked at the hurrying figure and murmured.
"Is the righteous father alright after fighting the war again?"
This battle was fought from dawn to dusk, during which many wounded soldiers were brought back from outside.
Some of the wounded soldiers were covered in blood, and they were so alive that they could not see their original appearance.
One by one, they were in so much pain that the corners of their lips overflowed with high and low Shen Yin, almost none of them had finished their hands and feet, and they were all covered with colors. If he wasn't still alive, Kang Xintong would suspect that he had come to the underworld...
Kang Xintong obeyed Lu Zheng's instructions, did not dare to run around, and would hide in the tent every time there was a battle. While my heart was beating like a drum, I listened to the movement outside. Although Jiang Ji is her idol, she also knows that once An is defeated, the military camp will not be protected, not only herself, but also her adoptive father. Therefore, every time she fought, she would worry for a long time, from the sound of the drums to the sound of gold to withdraw troops.
Worrying that Jiang Ji will lose, worrying that foster father is in danger...
She asked someone to leave food for Lu Zheng, and cook it on a small stove to warm it up, so that he can eat hot rice as soon as he comes back. Perhaps the enemy's offensive was so fierce that the war was tense. Lu Zheng didn't do chores for the past two days. I don't know how the battle was going, Kang Xintong guarded the small stove, breathing heavily, and woke up without seeing Lu Zheng coming back.
"Could it be that I lost the battle today..."
Kang Xintong recalled the number of wounded soldiers he saw during the day.
She hugged her knees and waited for a while, and finally heard the familiar footsteps coming from outside the tent.
Kang Xintong's spirit was shocked, and he ran away drowsily.
"Father!"
She called, and the tent was opened, and with the help of a few candles in the tent, she could barely see who was coming.
"Why are you still not sleeping?"
Lu Zheng was slightly taken aback, Kang Xintong had already stepped forward.
He subconsciously took a step back, but it was still too late. Kang Xintong smelled the blood on his body, and his face changed greatly.
Kang Xintong hurriedly asked, "Is the foster father injured?"
Lu Zheng raised his hand to cover his left arm, shook his head and said, "The swords in front of the battle have no eyes, so it is inevitable that they will be injured."
Kang Xintong said, "The righteous father oversees the army, how can he be easily injured in the middle army?"
Unless the army formation of the three armies is broken by the enemy and the enemy army rushes into the formation of his own side, it is possible to accidentally injure Lu Zheng, who was heavily protected.
Lu Zheng's eyebrows were a little tired, and he said, "Today's battle situation is not optimistic, the enemy's combat strength is extremely strong, and our army is..."
He hesitated.
In terms of the number of the three armies, An undoubtedly had a great advantage, almost twice as many as the enemy.
But... In terms of overall combat quality, the elites under Jiang Ji's account are forbidden to do so. Even without Jiang Ji's bug rushing in front of the formation, they gradually overwhelmed An's arrogance.
Lu Zheng had seen countless storms and waves, but never once did he want to scold his mother like he did today.
Look at the combat quality of the enemy, look at the execution of your own family...
Jiang Ji's soldiers and horses used their actions to tell An that one reason is that many people do not mean everything.
The quality itself is not as good as others. In a short period of time, An has recruited so many ordinary young men who waved their flags and gave them away, which forcibly lowered the overall quality. After these days, Lu Zheng has tasted what "powerlessness" means, and his negative emotions can hardly be suppressed.
He had several formations in his mind to deal with the enemy, and issued military orders together with the main general, but the effect was far less than expected.
This is like an active brain, trying to control the body to counterattack and defend against the enemy, but the hands and feet do not obey, either paralyzed and stiff, or dancing, watching the enemy's high blade embedded in the body and unable to do anything.
Lu Zheng came back so late today, not only because he was injured, but more importantly because he was reprimanded by Anliu.
Everyone knew where the crux was, but no one stood up to speak for Lu Zheng.
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what did they say
It is said that the overall combat strength of the army is not strong because the quality of the soldiers and horses that Lu Zheng forcibly recruited is too weak. If you say that, it is tantamount to questioning An's decision and ability. No one wants to commit crimes when An is angry, and Lu Zheng has become a scapegoat. Of course, An is still measured, saying that it is a rebuke, but in fact, he didn't say anything serious...
After all, his confidant and right-hand man Hua Yuan is not here.
Now we still need to rely on Lu Zheng, and we can't completely offend people to death, which will chill people's hearts.
Kang Xintong kept silent, just brought the warm food to Lu Zheng, hoping that he would eat more.
"I'm afraid this battle... As a father, I will try to settle you well."
Jiang Ji never played, but the army led by Fu Wang assisted a few famous advisors, and Lu Zheng was surrounded by pig teammates. Before the situation deteriorated, he planned to find a way out for Kang Xintong to ensure her safety.
"Daughter is not going anywhere!"
Kang Xintong categorically refused, and Lu Zhengmo ate silently, noncommittal.
Before Lu Zheng planned a plan or two, bad news came two days later, which shocked the entire army.
Two hundred thousand stone grains were robbed!
An was trembling with anger, beheading the grain-carrying generals, and greeting Jiang Ji's ancestor for the eighteenth generation in his heart.
Lu Zheng frowned slightly.
Jiang Ji, who had been hidden for two months, appeared.
The first shot is to cut off 200,000 stone grains.
Lu Zheng sighed, "It's really her style..."
If you don't move, you will die.
In this regard, Jiang Hee said excuse me
Who dumped this black pot