Chapter 1943: The Phoenix Clan: The Left War Zone Is In An Emergency
Feng Jiuer was busy until nightfall, when the team led by Xing Zizhou also arrived.
Just at this time, a group of wounded soldiers were sent back from the war zone, and the people of Tianji Hall began to be busy again.
"Brother Yang, hold on, it's okay. Brother Yang, hold on!"
Shen Ronger looked at the dying Yang Sheng and was completely stunned.
She didn't want to see such a scene. The person she cared about was sent back.
"Brother Yang, did you hear me?"
Shen Ronger pressed firmly against Yang Sheng's heart, "Jiu'er will be here soon, she can save you."
The white cloth quickly turned red, and Yang Sheng's face became increasingly pale.
"Xiaotian, hurry up! Brother Yang is dying!"
Shen Ronger shouted, tears falling continuously.
No one responded to her words, Xiaotian had already gone out to look for someone.
Yang Sheng was sent to an independent tent camp, and Shen Ronger received him. Feng Jiuer didn't know the situation yet.
Shen Ronger saw Yang Sheng bleeding more and more, and was so anxious that she couldn't find the north and south.
"Xiaotian, hurry! Help! Someone come quickly!"
She couldn't let go of Yang Sheng's wound, and she didn't even have time to get the medicine box.
"Brother Yang, you don't want to die! Ronger likes you, very much! I like you very much!"
"I know I'm not worthy of Brother Yang, but I still can't help but fall in love with him. Brother Yang, please don't die, okay?"
"Rong'er wants to serve you and serve you forever. As long as you are willing to take me in, it doesn't matter if I become a concubine or a slave!"
"Brother Yang, you can't die. If you die, what's the point of my life?
Wuwu..." Nothing is more painful than watching the one you love die bit by bit.
"Rong'er, I'm fine!"
Yang Sheng finally managed to squeeze out a sentence, and a mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth.
"Let... Jiu'er go to support the master, don't worry about me, hurry up..." He spit out another mouthful of blood, "Let her go..." Yang Shengben was pierced by a sword in order to save Feng Jiang.
Feng Jiang tapped his acupuncture points and asked people to send him back to continue fighting.
The journey was long and the injuries were too severe. Even if the acupuncture points were tapped, the blood would almost drain out.
"Jiu'er, there is a letter from the third prince. Han Ying leads troops to attack. The left war zone is in emergency."
Xing Zizhou's voice came from outside.
"Jiu'er."
Shen Ronger shouted, "Brother Yang is dying! Come in quickly and take a look."
Feng Jiuer heard the sound and took a look at the military tent.
"Brother Yang is seriously injured. At any time..." Xiaotian dropped a word and hurriedly opened the curtain and walked in.
Feng Jiuer turned around and said: "Xing Zizhou, Long Shiyi obeys the order!"
"Miss Jiuer, please speak!"
Xing Zizhou and Long Shiyi cupped their hands at the same time.
"Bring 30,000 reinforcements and rush over immediately to support Brother Three Emperors. The soldiers who have just arrived will rest for a while, and I will make further arrangements."
Feng Jiuer said in a deep voice.
"You have to be quick, I'll catch up soon!"
"Xing Zizhou takes the order!"
"Long Shiyi takes the order!"
The two handed over their hands and turned to leave.
Feng Jiuer didn't waste any more time, immediately opened the curtain and walked into the military tent.
"Rong'er, Jiu'er is here."
Oda reminded in a low voice.
"Jiu'er, Brother Yang can't stop bleeding, what should I do?"
Shen Ronger turned around, her hands still pressing on Yang Sheng's heart.
"Yang Sheng."
Feng Jiuer stood beside the bed and called out.
"Ms. Jiu'er..."
Yang Sheng tried hard to speak, but blood continued to bleed from the corner of his mouth.
Feng Jiuer looked at the situation, then pointed down several acupuncture points on his body with her long fingers.
"Rong'er, if you try to chat with him, you must keep him awake."
