Chapter 222 retreat

Zhang Wei is not the highest general in martial arts in the Xiliang Army, and his ability to lead troops is not strong, but he is one of the earliest people to follow Jia Rong. He is loyal to Jia Rong and has always acted as Jia Rong's guard and does his duty. The past is reflected in Jia Rong's mind.

Now Jia Rong's greatest wish is to avenge his dead brother today and avenge his dead brother with the blood of the conspirators in Wuwei City.

Not far from the street corner, Cheng Qiu led the soldiers to come quickly. He looked at the open gate and cursed "waste!" He led the dead man to the direction of the gate.

The shouting of killing in the distance woke up Jia Rong and put Zhang Wei's body on the horse. Jia Rong hugged Wei Fu in the pool of blood and jumped on the war horse and shouted, "Let's go!"

The soldiers of the Xiliang Army jumped on the horse neatly and divided into two teams. One team followed Jia Rong to run out of the city, and the other team stayed behind the army under the leadership of Jiang Yu. Ma Teng led the headquarters to closely follow Jia Rong's army.

Watching Jia Rong leading the army out of Wuwei in an orderly manner, Cheng Qiu's face was so heavy that he could squeeze out the water, led the soldiers to rush for a while, and effortlessly took control of the East Gate. All the Xiliang army were ousted out of Wuwei. There was no excitement of the winner in Cheng Qiu's heart. From the moment Jia Rong escaped from Wuwei, all The action failed.

Jia Rong's leaving must be endless troubles. Now Jincheng's financial resources are obvious to all. Although Jia Rong resigned from the position of governor of Jincheng, the actual ruler of Jincheng is still Jia Rong's confidant. As long as Jia Rong returns to Jincheng, he and a group of masterminds will certainly be retaliated by the Xiliang Army under Jia Rong's command.

Thinking of the bravery of the Xiliang Army in the city, Cheng Qiu felt a big head.

"What's going on?" Cheng Qiu asked with a bad face.

Several surviving soldiers trembled and told Cheng Qiu in detail what had happened.

"Cheng Hui, you immediately led 1,500 people out of the city to chase the enemy's remnants, and the army will be there later." Cheng Qiu ordered in a low voice.

Cheng Hui bowed and agreed, chasing in the direction of the escape of the Xiliang army.

With a long sigh, after Cheng Qiu arranged the specific affairs of the East Gate, he rode on his horse and ran in the direction of the state pastoral government.

After listening to Cheng Qiu's report, after a burst of scolding, Geng Jian immediately ordered 10,000 horses to be dispatched to chase Jia Rong. The cavalry, who were usually regarded as treasures, was also sent out by Geng Jian. At the same time, a fast horse rushed to the counties.

After leaving Wuwei and reaching the safe zone, Jia Rong immediately ordered the soldiers to rest in place and fight continuously. The soldiers were already exhausted. Hearing Jia Rong's order, some soldiers lay directly on the ground regardless of their image, regardless of the blood on their faces.

Jiang Yu was responsible for the vigilance around him, and the scouts were scattered in all directions. Now it is not far from Wuwei City, and the army in the city may catch up at any time.

Jia Rong lowered his head and stroked Wei Fu's delicate face. The past came to his mind one by one. He took an amazing glance on the way from the army. The encounter in Hedong, Wei Fu came to Jincheng thousands of miles away, and then Wei Fu blocked the sword behind Jia Rong without hesitation.

The injury was not very serious, but Wei Fu's body was too weak and fainted. The wound on Wei Fu's back was only simply treated. For a while, it bumped, pulled the wound, and the blood stained Jia Rong's clothes.

Thinking about it, Jia Rong's eyes gradually blurred, and tears couldn't help falling down and hitting Wei Fu's face.

Wei Fu seemed to feel something. Her eyelids gently jumped a few times, and her eyebrows frowned.

Looking at Wei Fu's painful look, Jia Rong couldn't wait to hurt himself, not her.

Looking in the direction of Wu Wei, the anger in Jia Rong's heart burned. He clenched his fists, and his nails fell into the palm of his hand unconsciously.

After only half an hour of rest, Jia Rong received the news that the army in the city appeared five miles away and snorted coldly, "If we don't fight, I'm afraid everyone will regard the Xiliang Army as a soft persimmon."

Ma Teng bowed and said, "I am willing to lead the people of the headquarters to fight!"

Jia Rong nodded and understood Ma Teng's inner thoughts. Jia Rong was assassinated at the city gate and had an inexorable relationship with Ma Teng. This battle can just explain his own innocence.

"Well, Brother Ma must teach a profound lesson to the army in the city. General Jiang Yu will lead 300 cavalry to answer you!" Jia Rong ordered in a low voice.

Ma Teng hugged Ying Nuo, and then left in a hurry.

Zhang Zhi, who was beside him, came forward and advised, "General, if Ma Teng is really a spy, wouldn't it let him go to fight this time?"

Jia Rong said, "Don't worry, just imagine, if Ma Teng guards the city gate, how can we get out of the city, so Ma Teng will not be a spy. There are smart people in Wuwei City. Maybe he placed the enemy at the gate in advance. It's my negligence to let the enemy take advantage of it." Speaking of this, Jia Rong's expression suddenly tightened.

Zhang Zhi understood the key point after thinking about it for a moment. He suddenly nodded and advised, "General, don't be sad!"

Looking at Wei Fu with a haggard face, Jia Rong realized that if it was not treated in time, Wei Fu's life would be worried. Unlike the strength of the soldiers of the Xiliang Army, the weak Wei Fu lost too much blood, and her rosy face had already turned pale.

"Let the scouts inquire about the nearest village here." Jia Rong checked Wei Fu's wound and ordered.

The army in the city quickly fought with Ma Teng. There were about 1,000 people in Ma Teng's headquarters and 1,500 troops in the city, but Ma Teng was waiting for work. In addition, the army in the city was not led by a general. After a rush of cavalry, Ma Teng led the soldiers to cover up. The soldiers in the city were quickly defeated, more than 300. All the famous prisoners were killed, which was Jia Rong's order.

Looking at a large number of people's heads, even with Ma Teng's calmness, he couldn't help shivering.

He defeated the pursuing army in the city, and did not deal with the battlefield. He led the army to leave quickly. After receiving the news of the scouts, the city sent a measuring army in the direction of the Xiliang Army.

Under the leadership of the scouts, Jia Rong hurried to a nearby village. Wei Fu's injury was urgent. Unlike the future world in ancient times, medical technology was poor. Maybe a simple inflammation could kill a strong man.

The only doctor in the village was brought over by a lone wolf soldier. The doctor was about 50 years old. His white beard was calm, and his good impression on him was increased by three points before he was cured.

Seeing the faces of Jia Rong and others, the doctor's face changed. The people in front of him were covered with dry blood and the smell of blood in the room. Although the doctor had lived for most of his life, he was also shocked.

Looking at the doctor's frightened look, Jia Rong comforted, "Don't be afraid. As long as you cure this young lady's injury, you will enjoy it endlessly."

"The ugly words are in the front. If it is not cured, be careful of your head." Jia Rong snorted coldly.

The doctor wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said carefully, "Little man, try your best!" In front of these killing gods, the doctor carefully put away all the shelves.

At the signal of Jia Rong, the lone wolf soldier went to the outside of the temporary collection and guarded it closely. Jia Rong watched quietly. As a modern person, maybe he knew more about medical skills than this half-baked doctor, and he was more about how the ancient people healed.

Jia Rong was injured by an arrow in the defense of Pingxiang, but the doctor's level is not as good as Jia Rong, and he can't even basically treat the wound.

Looking at the injured **, the doctor's face is full of embarrassment. The theory of intimidity between men and women is well known, and the doctor is no exception. Wei Fu's wound is on the back. In this way, it is inevitable that there will be skin contact. At first glance, these people around him are not good people, so they can make trouble or damage their reputation, no matter Nothing is the doctor's opinion.

"Your Excellency, it's a woman." Is the doctor so?

Jia Rong said impatiently, "The doctor is big. There is no difference between men and women. Hurry up and look at the wound."

Gently opened Wei Fu's clothes. With just a glance, the doctor's eyebrows clustered into a ball. The wound had solidified, but the blood still remained in the body. If you were not careful, your life would be in danger, and the woman's body had always been relatively weak. Such a deep wound was enough to be fatal.

"How's it going?" Jia Rong asked anxiously.

The doctor frowned, brushed his beard, and said slowly, "This young lady's wound is too deep. Fortunately, it was sent early, otherwise there will be life-thre worry. With my exclusive secret medicine, it is enough to cultivate for a month, but this month must be quiet. You can't easily get angry or walk at will, otherwise your life will be worried."

Jia Rong glanced at the doctor with dissatisfaction. Why do doctors in all times like to exaggerate the patient's condition? Can this increase their value? Such a sword wound, as long as you don't touch the water and carefully deal with the wound, it can't be as suspenseful as the doctor said.

Jia Rong took a look at Wei Fu's pale face and asked, "Why hasn't she woken up yet?"

The doctor sighed and said, "The wound is easy to deal with. The key is how people wake up. This is also the most deadly place. After many people are injured, they may faint, but some people can wake up, while others can't." When it comes to medical skills, the doctor found some self-confidence without the panic just now.

In ten miles and eight villages, there is no doubt about the role of a doctor. Others have always been respectful and obedient when they come to see him. If there is a little disobedientness, they immediately refuse. There is no such rudeness as Jia Rong, but the doctor is also a life-saving person who has lived for most of his life. Naturally, he does not want to die in such an unclear way. He should bow his head. You still have to bow your head, which is very open to the doctor.

Jia Rongchang said with a sigh of relief, "Then you should bandage her wound quickly. You don't have to take care of the rest. You must treat the wound well and leave any sequelae. Only you can ask." To wake up the patient, in Jia Rong's view, he only needs to treat the wound well. It's just a matter of time before he wakes up. What's more, Wei Fu looked painful on the road just now. Obviously, she was still conscious.

The doctor also recovered from the appearance of the magic stick just now. He looked panicked and said, "The little man must try his best, but what are the sequelae? Why has the villain never heard of it?

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