"Master." A worried voice came from behind, and then a cloak was slapped on her shoulders. "It's not long since the genius was dawn. Master got up so early, but the sound at the foot of the mountain was noisy?" In the past, Master could sleep until the sky was dark.

Mengbi turned around and it was Yingmo. She turned around and looked at the foot of the mountain, and said in a faint tone: "The war has officially begun at the foot of the mountain."

"Yes. I'm afraid that this noisy will accompany us for a long time." Ying Mo sighed. Based on his master's sleepy nature, it may have a great impact. Maybe he should think of a way to ensure his master's sleep.

"It may not be long." Although Mengbi's tone was faint, her heart was not so calm.

Yingmo couldn't understand. Naturally, the war could not be fast. Some people who had been fighting for several years or even more than ten years still could not decide the outcome. They were considered common. He asked: "Master, how can you see it?"

Mengbi turned around, walked forward, and said, "Didn't the snow just stop?"

"Snow?"

Mengbi explained: "This snow is not a good snow for Beihuang. Just imagine that there is light snow falling in the northernmost part of Dongli. So can the snow in Beihuang be light? I'm afraid it will be another snow disaster, let alone it's only late autumn."

Yingmo suddenly opened up. Beihuang has always been bitter and cold. This year, the snow fell so early. The crops that could have been harvested were probably buried by the snow. Not to mention, Beihuang's land has never been fertile soil that can be produced.

"The heaven has already given the answer to the outcome of the war." Mengbi said, frowned unconsciously. The battle would have to be fought again, and the casualties would gradually be revealed. When the casualties reached a certain scale, the superiors would think: from beginning to end, the right time and place had never stood on the side of Beihuang.

Ying Mo noticed the frown of his master and thought that she was unbearable for war, after all, she was a doctor. "Master, don't worry too much, everything has its own fixed."

"Yes, a fixed number..." Mengbi murmured and repeated.

Seeing Mengbi's mind seemed a little erratic again, Yingmo interrupted her thoughts: "Master, my disciple almost forgot the serious business. The situation of junior sister seems not very good. Master, go and take a look!"

Mengbi widened her bright eyes when she heard this. Yingmo felt a cold wind mixed with snowflakes blowing, and the figure of her master disappeared from the spot.

Yingmo also hurried to Hongyang's house.

Pushing open the door, Mengbi sat at the head of the bed, holding Hongyang's wrist, while her junior sister's body was curled up tightly, which made people feel heartbreaking. Mengbi's two willow eyebrows almost touched each other, which shows that the situation was not optimistic.

It was not until Mengbi stuffed her little hand back into the quilt that Yingmo dared to ask, "Master, how is the situation of junior sister?"

Mengbi said in a serious voice, "It's very bad. I have suppressed the Gu Poison for many years with medicine. But now there are signs of a counterattack. If you rely on medicine to suppress it, you may not have any considerable effect."

"What should I do then? Junior sister..." Hongyang looked very painful, even though she was unconscious, her small brows had not loosened. It can be seen that Hongyang seemed to shrink again, and even the black lines on her neck had climbed up to her chin.

Meng Maid lowered her head and thought for a moment, and said, "Is Xuanyuan Longlin in Jia'an City? You go down the mountain and send him a message. Xuanyuan Longlin...he will find a way."

"Master, you can't even help me, what can he do if Xuanyuan Longlin!" Ying Mo said anxiously. Could it be that the junior sister is helpless like this?

Mengbi looked at Ying Mo with a firm look and told him: "Hongyang is a relative of Xuanyuan Longlin, and no one will care more about him. Moreover, Hongyang is not helpless, but the things needed are too rare, and only Xuanyuan Longlin knows where it is."

After hearing this, Yingmo calmed down a little and said, "I'll go down the mountain to inform Xuanyuan Longlin." As she said that, Yingmo walked towards the door.

That was his junior sister who had been in love with for so many years. Even if she was a little troublemaker, she always brought him more joy than trouble. He must save his junior sister! It must!

"Yingmo!" Mengbi called out to the hurrying apprentice and added: "Tell Xuanyuan Longlin that he only has one year."

Ying Mo was even more shocked when he heard this. The poison counterattacked, and he actually accelerated his return to his child?!

Before she could think more, Yingmo snatched the door and walked out. In the room, Mengmaid stroked her forehead lovingly: "Poor child." What an injustice...

There were busy figures everywhere in Jia'an City. The war lasted all day, and no one was indestructible. The soldiers were physically and mentally exhausted and hungry. It was not until the sun set that the north phoenix retreated.

When the enemy retreated like a tide, the soldiers on the city tower almost collapsed to the ground in an instant. The kind of honor that had survived death made everyone smile unconsciously.

There were only 200,000 people in Jia'an City, and of course so many people could not be squeezed out on the city tower. More soldiers were waiting for substitutes for the wounded, busy transporting supplies to the city tower, or carrying the wounded down the city tower to the treatment.

The war has temporarily stopped, but there are still many things to be dealt with. The smoke from the cooking stove in the city is already preparing for supper, and the preparation camp is sent outside the city to clear the battlefield.

With the existence of Linglong, there is no need to deal with the corpse, but resources such as the arrow rolling stone that can be recycled and reused cannot be wasted. Not to mention the sword left by the fallen soldiers of Beihuang. Even if it is not the usual style of Dongli soldiers, it is a good idea to melt and cast an arrow into it.

The losses of the attacking side were always greater than those of the defending side. The bodies of Beihuang soldiers were left under the city. After picking up the reusable supplies, I roughly counted the number of people killed in Beihuang. Linglong scattered a large handful of powder. After a month, a raging fire ignited outside the city again.

After the matter outside the city was handled, the city was still busy.

As generals, Long Lin and Yixuan had no rest even after the war was stopped. Several big holes were smashed by rolling stones. Fortunately, the city wall had been thickened and not serious, but Yixuan still sent people to repair the city wall.

Long Lin came to the medical center and was very busy. The military doctors were too busy to take care of them and the apprentice could not take care of them. More wounded people bandaged each other.

At this time, a figure walked past Long Lin and suddenly stopped, "Marson?"

When Long Lin saw that it was an old military doctor who had treated the wound before, "Is medicine or something more enough?" Long Lin could treat injuries no more than Linglong, so he couldn't help at the medical center, so he could only ask about these things.

The old military doctor sighed and said, "It's enough. Most of the wounded were injured by arrows and did not hurt the key points. The problem is not big. Just recover from the injury."

"That's good." Long Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

The old military doctor gave him a blank look and said unhappy: "It's true that our army has only injured more than a thousand people, and there are still a few who have died. It's just that, the Marshal, I can't put more than a thousand people in this small medical center, and there are not enough medical staff. See if I can solve these problems for me."

Long Lin nodded, "Sir, if you have something to ask for, Long Lin should be satisfied with all your strength. Leave this to me."

The old military doctor stroked his white beard and hummed, "Then it's time for the marshal."

Long Lin was about to say goodbye, when another yell rang out: "Old Man Chang!"

The old military doctor looked in the sound and Linglong was running towards this side. The old military doctor blamed him a little, "Where did you go, Mao girl? I wonder if I was so busy that I was dizzy?"

"I went to clean the battlefield and rushed over immediately after I finished my work. Old man, do you blame me?!" Linglong also answered him angrily. "Hey, why are you here, brother?"

Long Lin: "I'll come and see the wounded. How many people have the enemy lost?"

Linglong replied: "More than 6,000 corpses were left outside the city, and they have been dealt with, so don't worry about the epidemic."

Beihuang lost more than 6,000 people, and there were only more casualties. In comparison, Dongli did have small casualties. However, the ones who were dispatched in this battle today were definitely not Beihuang's elite soldiers, otherwise Dongli's losses would be even greater.

Long Lin sighed: "I have taken good care of the wounded. Is there anything I don't need to do? Just come and tell me. Or go find Qingyin."

Linglong nodded and told him: "You must remember to have a good rest if you are not injured."

The dragon scale responded and then left the hospital. He still had a lot of things to deal with.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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