Battle (I)

Although the repeated harassment did not achieve any substantial victory, it also put a lot of pressure on the soldiers guarding the city.

Although the morale of these soldiers is still low compared to before, it is much better than when they were defeated just now.

Jiang Ming sighed and stopped swearing to the other party. After all, the effect of this method is limited. If you want to truly regain morale, you will not conquer the city.

He began to train soldiers every day, reintegrate, and once again made the organization look full and the centurions easier to manage.

After all, there will be casualties when there is war, and Jiang Ming also wrote a special letter to negotiate with Liu Chenglang about the issue of the body.

The sword has no eyes, and the battlefield is ruthless.

But after every war, the famous generals always try to take back the corpses of their brothers. If they have fellow villagers, they will send them to their hometowns for a long time. If their hometown is unknown, they can only be buried with their brothers.

The documents were sent out soon, and of course Liu Chenglang also needed the corpses of the Nanfeng soldiers.

Both sides did this with great understanding, no attack or strategy. Only those who cried loudly after taking over the corpses, stood their respective generals and adjutants behind them. The difference was that one was inside the city and the other was outside the city.

This cry, when I smelled sadness, the person who saw it burst into tears. This cry further revealed the cohesion of the army.

Liu Chenglang returned to the study. In a very short time, the ancestor of the Han family built him a house exactly like Yuedi in Nanfeng.

He wanted to wipe away the tears with the corner of his clothes, but he caught a glimpse of the white handkerchief he handed over.

Looking up, I saw Lu Jiangqiao's smiling face.

"Wipe, you're a little tired of performing?"

Liu Chenglang didn't care either. He didn't take the handkerchief and wiped away the tears with the corner of his clothes. There was no trace of sadness on his face.

"I'm so comfortable to restrain and let go. Even I was almost moved by you what you said to the generals just now." Lu Jiangqiao put away his handkerchief and said lightly.

"If this can deceive you, that would be ridiculous." Liu Chenglang didn't even look at him.

Wang Huihai sat at the door holding a sword. The inside of the room could not affect him at all. He thought he was air when he was traveling.

Lu Jiangqiao walked to Liu Chenglang and sat on the table. Liu Chenglang was a little angry, his eyebrows tightly tied together, and his fingers kept gently tapping on the armrest of the wheelchair.

This behavior is very disrespectful. Sitting on the desk of a scholar, putting his exhausted butt on the place where he was studying hard, it was as serious as breaking his pen and tearing his book.

The rhythm of finger tapping was getting faster and faster, as if raindrops fell on the jade plate, and every sound was clearly heard. Liu Chenglang's eyes were also full of murderous aura, and Wang Huihai also stood up, holding the black giant sword and looking at the middle-aged man sitting on the desk.

As long as Liu Chenglang waved his hand, the sword would take action.

The sound of finger tapping became louder and faster, and Lu Jiangqiao's heart was also pounding.

Suddenly, the sound came to an abrupt end! It seemed as if a solemn tune had reached a critical point and the string suddenly broke. At the same time, the sword light flashed by.

A strand of hair on his temples fell on Lu Jiangqiao's shoulders, and the strand of hair looked extremely eye-catching on his blue shirt.

He raised his hands high, the faint smile on his face did not change, his butt had left the tabletop, and his feet were on the ground.

"You are still here? You are always kind and don't control the army, and you don't make money. You really do this!"

Liu Chenglang waved his hand, and Wang Huihai didn't say a word, picked up the long sword, sat back at the door, as obedient as a dog that had been trained for many years.

Although Lu Jiangqiao's face was relaxed, his heart was not at all relaxed.

He just wanted to try Liu Chenglang's bottom line, but he didn't expect that this test almost caused his life. If the black giant sword was half apart, it might have been cut off not the strand of hair, but half of his head.

"Don't challenge my bottom line." Liu Chenglang said slowly.

As he said that, he turned the wheelchair effortlessly, sat at the desk, and wiped it carefully with the corner of his clothes.

"Don't think I dare not kill you. Without you, it will have no effect on me; even without Yuedi, what's the matter with me? You should play games." Liu Chenglang wiped the table, his voice was very cold: "You, and they are just chess pieces; even worse than dogs!"

Wang Huihai, who was sitting by the door, turned his head and looked at Lu Jiangqiao and smiled.

Lu Jiangqiao lowered his head and dared not speak.

Liu Chenglang turned the wheelchair and slowly moved to the door, saying as he moved.

"The Lu family, the former literati and official family, at the end of the previous dynasty, Lu Yunyun almost set up a suspicion array with his own strength, blocking the Holy Dynasty army for seven days and seven nights, and was a genius. Although the Lu family became increasingly declining, there was also a Lu Zi'ang, which was very embarrassing compared to the ancestors."

The sound was neither fast nor slow, but Lu Jiangqiao's ears were like a heavy drumbeat.

"There was another member of the Lu family before. I heard that he was adopted by an old man named He when he was very young."

A thunder broke out in Lu Jiangqiao's heart.

Liu Chenglang also happened to arrive at the door, and Wang Huihai hurriedly stood up and waited at the door.

"I don't care about your purpose, but don't try my bottom line. For me, you are just chess pieces, and it's hard to change it."

"You and I know a lot about some problems. Those three old people are not the same. We just come here to get what we need."

"You cross your river and walk your bridge. Don't think about exploring my path. I'll get angry. I'll cross your river and break your bridge. Please!" As he said that, he made a gesture of seeing off guests with his hands.

Lu Jiangqiao felt stormy in his heart. Even his adoptive father didn't know about some things. As a result, he was touched thoroughly after just a few days after he arrived.

Every step he took was extremely heavy, every step he was extremely careful. When he was in the same room with Liu Chenglang, he felt like he was pressing down on Mount Tai and couldn't breathe.

When he took the first step out of the house, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Remember, the most urgent task now is how to resist Jiang Ming's upcoming first wave of attacking the heart."

The sound rang behind Lu Jiangqiao. He turned around, and the figure turned around, and moved towards the desk with difficulty.

"Receive the order!" Lu Jiangqiao said respectfully with his hands clasped his fists.

...

Jiang Ming had just cried, and when he looked at the pile of corpses, he could not even see his face. He could only judge that he was his own person by armor.

He wiped his red eyes.

"One general succeeded and ten thousand bones were thawed." The camp was lifted, and Xu Changan sighed and walked in.

Jiang Ming glanced at Xu Changan and said nothing.

"I know you're feeling uncomfortable, but this is inevitable. Although my nose felt sore when I saw some corpses, I quickly figured it out."

Xu Changan took out a pot of wine from somewhere and took a sip.

"Who said they were soldiers! Soldiers have only two fates, return to their hometowns and die in battle!"

As he said that, he handed over the wine pot.

"I have fought many wars, but it is the first time I personally collected the corpse. In the past, I only saw one number and felt that as long as the war was won, the life and death of thousands, hundreds or even tens of thousands of people was not worth mentioning." Jiang Ming paused: "But today, I personally collected the corpse and saw the appearance of those soldiers, and then I realized that this was not just a number! It was life!" As he said that, he took the wine pot over.

Jiang Ming has never drunk alcohol since he arrived in the army because he knew that drinking would make mistakes and would give people a wrong judgment.
Chapter completed!