Chapter Twenty-Seven: Warhorse

In a military camp of five thousand, there are at most three to five army surgeons. Priority is always given to the wounded officers, and medical supplies are scarce. When common foot soldiers are wounded, they must endure minor injuries on their own; a severe injury simply means death.

Like the square-faced soldier whose arm was severed by a sharp blade and who has been bleeding for a night, applying medicine and bandages is little more than a psychological comfort. Nine times out of ten, they cannot be saved.

The bloody stump of the severed arm was a mangled mess of flesh.

Pei Qinghe moved with swift efficiency to clean the wound. The square-faced soldier remained unconscious.

Zheng Xunrui furrowed his brows slightly. It seemed that Abatai, having been defeated, must have descended into madness in his final moments.

In the third game, Chen Ergou played chess as slowly as a snail, but fortunately, Cao Jianjia was a woman of great composure and was content to drag it out with him.

Huang Yangshen narrowed his eyes; the resentment he had suppressed for seven or eight years finally had a chance to be vented, bit by bit.

The massive army led by Chen Xinjia and Sun Chanting had wiped out over thirty thousand rebels at the cost of twenty thousand soldiers and recovered the prefecture city of Xiangyang. They had even captured the high-ranking rebel general Li Dingguo alive. Such a monumental victory had not been seen in a long time, and its implications were extraordinary, even affecting the trends of the imperial court.

"You clumsy bear, if it weren't for the fact that I couldn't beat you, I would have beaten a loud fart out of you with a few clubs." The young man, whose arm had been hanging over the cannon barrel for nearly half an hour, said bitterly, taking a fierce drag of his cigarette.

Lan Xin spoke up immediately, "Everyone, do not be afraid. Warriors of the Golden Body path, control the zombies of the corpse-control path. Continue to advance as the vanguard, and maintain a distance of fifty meters from us."

His key advisors, in accordance with his vision, were naturally all drawn from the lower-class orcs of this society—the natural revolutionary class.

Of course, once the real battle commenced, Hong Xingui and Zheng Zhilong had to be on the two command ships as a precaution; if something were to happen to one, the other would still be able to direct the operation.

No one dared to pick up the shattered pieces of the teacup on the floor. Zhu Youjian's expression was calm, yet flames seemed to erupt from his eyes. The fall of Kaifeng Prefecture was a devastating blow to him. The death of Sun Chanting earlier had already been hard to accept, and now, to think that in less than half a month, Kaifeng had fallen as well.

Zhou Jingzhe shook her head. After applying her heavy makeup, she went straight to lie sideways on that moon-gate canopy bed; she had no heart to observe the carved patterns on the bed frame.

Li Si stood in the ranks with a blank expression. Occasionally, he would lock eyes with the Lame Man, the Fat Man, the Bald Man, and Jiuxuanzi, feeling utterly helpless.

Lin Zhiyuan said, "It is my fault; I shouldn't have scolded you," while thinking to himself, "Yes, it has been so many years, and you are still holding a grudge."

"Your Majesty, you may not know this, but my Prince has ordered the kitchen since yesterday not to prepare any food for the Heir Apparent. The food the Heir Apparent ate last night was the flatbread that I went out to buy."

Although it has never been confirmed by archaeology, that does not hinder its value in the slightest.

Her voice was extremely weak; even in the quiet corridor, he could barely hear her toward the end. On the other hand, these words were far too realistic and entirely different from Bai Yin's situation; it was impossible to simply use the same words of comfort.

The only fortunate thing was that the mastermind behind the scenes must have had grander plans, so they did not deeply control Mi Zhou'er, merely destroying her Daoist heart and the Radiant Spirit Lamp. Added to the fact that it was discovered in time, her life was at least preserved.

The dignified First Imperial Princess Consort had lost her eyes; she could no longer hold the position of the First Imperial Princess Consort.

This was the child of hers and Lin Zhiyuan. Although it came a bit late, it arrived amidst the anticipation of the entire family.

There was a chance. Li Si immediately threw another hundred spirit tablets, and the power within the spirit tablet finally let go. He grabbed the old man and turned to rush out of the great hall, followed by a hair-raising wail that seemed to resonate from the depths of the soul.

In just one morning, ten thousand soldiers, including the Seventh Prince, were wiped out by the ambushing [Yuan-Yu Army] the moment they charged out of the city gates.