"Yan Shuai, are you okay?"

On the edge of the sickbed, Chen Yue gently covered Yan Heng's corner.

In the late winter, the weather was so cold that several braziers were lit in the room, and flames crackled.

The empty left arm made Chen Yue feel sour, and he held back his tears.

Yan Heng was also tough and suffered such severe injuries, so he didn't hum.

"Prince, our left cavalry army is embarrassing you." Yan Heng murmured:

"During the war, I asked the prince to go to Shuofeng City, alas."

"What did the old general say? The left cavalry fought very well."

Chen Yue whispered softly: "Fighting against the Black-bottom Silver Tiger Banner and Jin Langwei alone, he saved most of the main force and exerted the blood of the border army."

"If you don't win, you'll lose~"

The old general murmured: "The soldiers of the border are very arrogant."

Yan Heng is a veteran general in the army. He knew exactly what the soldiers and generals under his command had.

Chen Yue smiled bitterly and said nothing. This sentence is true. Liang's army cannot win in a hundred battles, and it is even if it loses. The whole army has the same thoughts.

"And there is Shuai Xue, the prince must not blame him more."

Yan Heng raised his tone a little bit: "Since ancient times, the generals and generals will definitely suffer losses in their growth path.

Suffering losses is not necessarily a bad thing.

The last general is old and even if he survives by chance, he will not be able to lead troops. In the future, the left cavalry will still have to be in charge of the commander of the Shuai Shuai.

The coach's prestige cannot be lost."

"Don't worry, the veteran general, I know it."

"The young prince and young man came to the army step by step, and the last general also saw it.

I have to say that General Xiao has a good vision and has chosen a capable person for our border.

This world must be the prince’s.”

Yan Heng looked at Chen Yue's increasingly determined face and said, "I hope to see the day when the prince sweeps the world, I don't know if I can hold on to my old bones."

"Don't worry, the general will live a hundred years!"

Chen Yue held the old man's only left right hand:

"This world is not mine, it belongs to the people of the world!"

...

Xue Meng was still kneeling outside the house, and the biting coldness did not make the strong man move.

Chen Yue walked to him step by step, holding a roll of snow-white and clean gauze in his hand.

"Arm stretched out."

Chen Yue's unquestionable words made Xue Meng lift his arm honestly. The gauze had long been contaminated with blood.

"I'm really stupid. I don't know how to change the cloth after I've been like this."

Chen Yue said, and quickly tore open the dirty cloth and put it on clean. Although Chen Yue is in the position of King Liang, these trivial matters are also easy to take.

The young men from the border were born, and these skills that could save their lives would never be forgotten.

No matter how much he made a mistake, Chen Yue didn't want Xue Meng to destroy an arm.

Xue Meng couldn't help asking:

"Why are the old handsome guys?"

"The old coach has gone to bed. Please relax. With Senior Li here, it's okay."

Xue Meng then felt relieved.

After rebanding the wound, Chen Yue patted Xue Meng on the shoulder:

"Okay, get up."

Xue Meng gritted his teeth and didn't say anything, nor did he get up.

Chen Yue looked at him helplessly, stepped out of the mansion, and said leisurely:

"If you still want to lead the troops, please accompany me for a walk."

Xue Meng was stunned, struggled with sore legs and stood up, limping to follow Chen Yue's footsteps.

...

Soon, the figures of the two appeared on the northern wall of Shuofeng City.

It was late at night, the evening wind striking, the moon and the stars were bright

The defenders on the top of the city did not slacken at all, and the flames were cruising around, but outside the city was very peaceful and did not hear any movement.

With Li Muhan in charge of Shuofeng City, it was difficult for the Yan army to take the opportunity to break the city, so Mu Yunlongsheng never thought of attacking Shuofeng.

However, in the dark night, countless crossbowmen were swaying outside the pass, closely monitoring the movements of the Yan army.

Chen Yue gently stroked the ancient wall tiles with his palms, full of traces left by the years.

The bricks and stones on the northern city wall are obviously of two completely different textures, the colors, dark gray and light green intertwined and clearly separated.

Previously, Tuoba Hong led his army to attack the city and blew up a section of wall bricks. The light blue bricks and stones were repaired later by the Mo family, and the texture was harder.

In order to prevent the Yan army from using this trick in the future, after Tuoba Hong was killed, the Liang army specially laid some sand and gravel bricks under the ground outside the city, so the difficulty of digging the tunnel would greatly increase.

Chen Yue glanced at the majestic city wall and said softly:

"I don't know how many evil spirits of our Liang army soldiers have been left inside and outside this city wall~"

Since the war in Liangyan started, the front line of Shuofeng City has always been the most intense place of war.

Xue Meng remained silent. The Zuo Cavalry was located in the mainland of Shuozhou. He knew much hard battles and deaths here, which was much clearer than Chen Yue.

"Oh~"

Chen Yue sighed and stopped talking.

Xue Meng lowered his head and said:

"Prince, I was wrong."

"Wrong, what's wrong?"

"The enemy situation is unknown, so I went to fight without authorization, and I did not discuss it with General Yan in advance."

"Well, you still know."

Chen Yue looked at him and said, "If you tell General Yan the truth before leaving the city, this defeat can be avoided."

"I was wrong."

Xue Meng lowered his head silently, with tears flashing in his eyes.

"General Yan is an old man from our Liang army. When we were still in Wuguan, General Yan was in Liangzhou.

I put him in the left cavalry and just looked at you.

You, you are a good player in war, but sometimes you will act irritable and have an irritable temper.

I've had a fall this time, you have to know that it hurts.

This can happen once, never again."

Xue Meng said in a hoarse voice:

"The price of falling is too heavy. Nearly eight thousand soldiers, the left cavalry suddenly collapsed by nearly one-third."

Xue Meng's eyes were filled with regret and murderous aura.

Chen Yue stood with his hands behind his back:

"It's already defeated, and it's useless to think more. I hope you can grow up from now on and stop being irritable.

If Yan Shuai survives this time, he will still be the deputy commander in the Left Cavalry Army and will help you come up with ideas.

But in the future, you and Wu Qiu will take over.

I will not cut off your head or remove your post. You will still lead the left cavalry.

Although I was defeated, I still want to praise it. This battle brought the bloody nature of the border army.

With the 30,000 black-bottom silver tiger flag and a heavy cavalry, it is a blessing that you can withdraw so many people.

I heard that you led your troops to save the old coach and almost died on the battlefield, and did not lose my face.

But you have to remember to learn from your mistakes and understand?”

"Huh~"

Xue Meng let out a long sigh and bowed respectfully:

"Prince, I understand!"

"Okay, let's take a rest." Chen Yue waved:

"Tomorrow I will take people out of the city with me, and I will go to the battlefield to see it."

"Go to the battlefield? What if the Yan army kills and shoots back?" Xue Meng's eyes were filled with doubts.

"Don't worry."

Chen Yue sneered: "That right-wing king, I guess he has returned to Shule Mountain~"
Chapter completed!