Fang Lita returned the military power to Fang Shisan.
Although Fang Lita, who had just lost a battle, still looked a little suspicious, but he should have more or less realized that he was not this kind of material, and decided to hand over the army to his sister again. It is worth mentioning that Fang Lita is not completely a military rookie. He has read so many military books to his sister, and he has learned some of them himself. He still has the ability to talk about soldiers on paper. It's just a matter of judgment.
But right now, even if Lita returns the situation to Fang Shisan, Fang Shisan's "one-turn offensive" will be as difficult as heaven.
The original ten cities became five. Not to mention the drastic drop in morale of the army, the remaining five cities in the entire territory are also panicked. On the contrary, the soldiers outside the city are strong and strong, Qianyuan City in the north is still staring at it, and Yuxi City in the south is also ready to fight. Under such circumstances, can Fang Shisan really have a way to turn the situation back
She still didn't give up.
Meals that used to occasionally see meaty dishes have now become extremely simple. Fang Shisan often sits at the table with only a dry pancake at noon and eats it. I don’t know how many times the dry pancake has been baked. It's soft, and now it falls apart when touched. Whenever it was difficult to swallow, Fang Shisan would grope for the cup next to him, take a sip of water, and hold it in his mouth for a while before swallowing slowly.
And I still have the original standard at noon every day. I learned from Tila that although Fang Shisan eats very little now, he told Tila not to delay my diet. That's why I feel complicated. Fang Shisan, who desperately saved some money from her mouth, wonders if she has ever thought about it, her little brother is still tearing up the delicious chicken drumsticks in the middle of the night every day, and he doesn't eat it clean, he gnaws at random and throws it to the side. dog with tail.
Because Tila was in charge of Fang Shisan's meals, and Fang Lita had four or five dedicated cooks, so Fang Shisan probably never had the chance to know about it. After all, Fang Lita also pretended to come over to eat every day, and took a piece of pancake to eat with her sister, looking pitiful. He just stuffed it into his sleeve after he couldn't take two mouthfuls, pretending to be full, and then went back to eat the good food quietly by himself.
Fang Shisan said to me several times with shame:
"Jade. On behalf of Tianxing City, I apologize to you. You obviously believed in Zhaochen, Tianxing City, and me to come here, but since you came, not only did you not live a stable life, but you have been working hard..."
I touched her cheek lovingly and replied:
"There's nothing tiring. Don't worry, everything will be fine. I'm still waiting for you to become the general of the Tiance Mansion and make me the first lieutenant general of the Tiance Mansion."
Fang Shisan finally laughed. She put her slender hand on the back of mine and replied:
"um. Thank you… "
She grabbed my hand like it was the last straw.
I also tried my best to pass the temperature on my body to her.
Fang Shisan sat in a wheelchair, sometimes went to the front line, and sometimes sat blankly in the city lord's mansion.
She thinks about things almost all the time, gets up very early in the day, and goes to bed very late at night, and even later, she often sits at the table for a whole night. She can't see anything, and she doesn't need to light a lamp, but years of experience allow her to roughly sketch what she wants on paper when she picks up a pen. There is blind typing when typing on the keyboard, and blind sniping when playing guns. Fang Shisan is even more special. It should be regarded as blind writing and blind drawing. It's just that Fang Shisan is not as accurate as other people's. The lines are often drawn intermittently, and many words are written where they shouldn't appear.
Every day when I help her organize the files, I will experience her intentions and correct the mistakes. In the past, this matter seemed to be done by the second in command of the army. Now, if there is me, she is more willing to hand it over to me directly.
The previous pressure was suddenly reversed.
At that time, Fang Shisan led the army to the Yuxi City, and the army in Yuxi City was not ready yet, so Felita and Alaiya were struggling to guard the precarious city. Now, logically speaking, I should be elated, but looking at Fang Shisan's sad face every day, I just feel panicked.
When eating today, I moved a chair and sat next to Fang Shisan with Tila's stir-fried dishes. Fang Shisan was still slowly nibbling on a dry pancake. Her thinking seemed to be not on the food, but on the layout plan in front of her. I picked up a fried green bean and handed it to her lips. Fang Shisan couldn't see it and didn't react. She opened her mouth instinctively when the string bean touched her lips, and I fed it into her mouth.
"Thank you... eat more, I'm not very hungry."
Fang Shisan chewed slowly, and took another bite of the dry pancake.
I divide half of the vegetables in the bowl, eat half by myself, and feed half to Fang Shisan. I took a bite, she took a bite, and shared a bowl of fried beans. Although the taste is still quite ordinary, but if two people are together, it will become more delicious.
I don't know if it's just my psychology.
I took out my handkerchief and helped Fang Shisan wipe off the oil stains from the corners of his mouth. She was a little embarrassed, and pushed the table with her hand, and the wheelchair slid back a little distance. Fang Shisan said in a panic:
"Let Tira come..."
I smiled and said:
"There's not much to do right now anyway, and that's okay."
I stopped talking, but sat beside her, quietly accompanying her. At first, Fang Shisan was a little cautious, but then, she focused almost all of her thoughts on the formation of troops, writing and drawing on the paper in front of her from time to time. I don't bother her, and she gradually forgets my existence.
I suddenly found that when the pen in her hand left the paper, her right hand would involuntarily rest on the arm of her left hand. Whenever she couldn't think hard, or when drowsiness began to strike, she would suddenly pinch her arm with her hand. Not an ordinary pinch, but a pinch and then a hard pinch, forcing myself to stay awake. It was also when she lifted up her long sleeves that I realized that there were already many scattered bruises on that arm.
Outside, the wind and rain were turbulent, the flags were flying, and the shouts were shaking, but inside the city lord's mansion, it was abnormally quiet.
It's just that the situation is far less optimistic than Fang Shisan imagined. She constantly changes the formation and distribution of troops defending the city, predicts the focus of the opponent's next attack, and adopts the best response strategy. It's like dancing on the edge of a cliff, one wrong step and you're doomed.
During this period of time, Tianxing City is temporarily fine, and the troops of Yuxi City and Qianyuan City are temporarily fine.
Tira is fine, I'm fine, Fang Lita, who eats and drinks a lot and sleeps until he wakes up naturally, is fine.
It's just that Fang Shisan, who suffered from long-term malnutrition, lack of sleep and excessive worry, began to cough up blood.
The bright red blood flowed on the snow-white handkerchief, and it took a long time to slowly penetrate and dry. Fang Shisan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaned over the desk again, and spent a sleepless night alone again.