When Zhan Yuheng's army pressed forward, Feng Jiuer gathered almost all the troops near the north gate of Crowwood City.
Unexpectedly, an unknown army suddenly appeared in the mountains to the east of Crowwood City and kept attacking the city.
Not to mention Feng Jiu'er, even Nanmen Zhuo didn't know why there was an army stationed in the mountains to the east.
While facing Zhan Yuheng's main force, Feng Jiuer must also mobilize an army to garrison the city and prevent the enemy's occupation of the east from expanding as much as possible.
The troops returning to the city were led by Zhao Yusheng and Nanmen Zhuo.
The battle lasted for three days and three nights, with numerous casualties on both sides.
Outside the north gate of Crowwood City is a large green plain.
But after these days of fighting, almost everything around was covered in red.
After three days and three nights, the war finally stopped. Both sides were stationed in their respective war camps, and still could not tell the winner.
"Jiu'er, as of now, the casualties of the third team have reached 500." Qiao Mu's voice sounded in the tent.
"The second team is temporarily counting 900 people." Jian Yi said in a deep voice.
"The first team, more than 700 brothers were injured or killed." The last person to speak was the captain of the first team, Tuoba Keyan.
Feng Jiuer said that brothers listed as casualties meant those who were unable to fight. Generally, those with minor injuries did not need to be included in this category.
In other words, the number of injured people must not be less than this.
"Okay, I understand, everyone should take the time to rest."
Feng Jiuer's voice fell, and no one had any intention of leaving.
Finally, Qiao Mu said softly: "Let's go, everyone should rest for a while. It's time for Jiu'er to rest too."
"Yes." Little Cherry nodded, glanced at Xing Zizhou, "Let's go over and change your dressing."
"Okay." Xing Zizhou nodded in response, "Jiu'er, you should also take a rest."
Qiao Mu left, as did Xiao Yingying and Xing Zizhou. Tuoba Keyan said nothing and turned around to leave.
In the tent, only Feng Jiuer, Jian Yi and Xue Gu were left.
"Xue Gu, you should go back and rest. My condition has been very good these two days and I don't need your internal help." Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and looked at Xue Gu and said softly.
Xuegu wanted to say something else, but in the end she said nothing, nodded, turned and left.
Feng Jiuer glanced at Jianyi, who passed over and lowered the curtain of the tent.
Turning over the letter in her hand, she saw the letter sent by Zhao Yusheng's bird, and Feng Jiuer's breath became a little heavier.
"Jian Yi, what should we do?"
She put down the letter, sighed lightly, and lay down on the table.
"What's wrong?" Jian walked over and sat opposite her.
"Zhao Yusheng said that the war in the east has been spreading to all directions, and their military strength is beginning to be somewhat insufficient." Feng Jiuer's helpless voice sounded.
"We have to take care of the people while fighting a war. Their battle is more difficult than ours."
"I promised Nanmen Zhuo to always think of ways to reduce the harm to the people of Crowwood City, but I didn't expect that thousands of elite soldiers suddenly appeared in the mountains to the east."
"It just so happens that according to our plan, we planned to drive the people to the southeast from the beginning."
Thinking of the suffering of the people and the current situation of his own soldiers, Feng Jiuer felt extremely uncomfortable.
This time, it was her first time to personally lead an army in a battle, and she seemed to understand more and more how difficult it was for Uncle Nine Emperors.
No general would care less about his own soldiers and his own citizens. Such bitterness made Feng Jiuer feel breathless.
Jian Yi didn't know how to comfort people, so he could only stay quietly by the side.
Looking at the woman lying on the desk, after a while, he said softly: "How about you take a rest first."
"The situation of our army is not far different from that of the enemy for the time being. This battle has been fought for three days and three nights, and it will not be a matter of time to continue."
"You should have a good rest for now. Maybe you can think of a solution when you wake up."
Feng Jiuer sat upright, raised her head, and looked at the man sitting opposite her.
"We can still be in a stalemate for a while now, but what should we do about things in the city?"
She was very upset. At this time, she could only talk to Jianyi, not wanting to affect other people's ambitions.
There is indeed no use in doing so, but Feng Jiuer still feels that having an intimate person to listen to her complaints will make her feel better.
And the only person who can make her complain is Jian Yi, who has the most innocent mind.
"With the current situation, once our troops are withdrawn, the city gate will definitely be lost. At that time, the people's life will be really difficult."
"Moreover, if we don't keep the prince's troops at bay, and he changes direction and goes directly to attack Mocheng, we may not be able to rescue him in time."
"Jiu'er, why don't you take a rest for a while." Looking at this little face that was getting thinner and thinner, Jian Yi felt a lot in his heart.
She is just a teenage girl, and she has to bear much more than herself.
No matter if it is a man, looking at such a situation, he won't feel better, right?
Feng Jiuer sighed lightly and lay on the table again.
Jian Yi stood up, came to her side, suddenly bent down and hugged her.
"Jian Yi, what are you doing?" Feng Jiuer's eyes widened and she sat up, avoiding Jian Yi's touch.
"Go over and rest for a while." Jianyi caught her gaze and looked quite serious.
"But I can't sleep even if I lie down, so I might as well think of a solution." Feng Jiuer shook her head.
"No!" Jian Yi is still approaching, "You haven't rested in the past few days, you must take a good rest."
Seeing the handsome guy approaching, Feng Jiuer had no choice but to stand up, leave from the other side, come to the bed, take off her boots, and lie down.
"Jianyi, what should we do with Zhao Yusheng? Many of Nanmen Zhuo's troops are in my hands. I can't leave him and his citizens alone."
The person lying on the bed turned his head and looked at Jian Yi not far away.
Jian walked towards the bed in one move and looked at Feng Jiu'er, his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"You want me to hold you to sleep?"
Feng Jiuer thought she had heard that their simple swordsman actually began to know how to use tricks. Is this world about to change?
With a blank look at Jianyi, Feng Jiuer turned her back to him.
"Don't come here! I'm not such a casual person."
Jian Yi stopped not far away, looked at the small body on the bed for a while, and suddenly said softly: "Don't worry, this battle won't last long."
Feng Jiuer turned around and looked at Jian Yi, her eyebrows suddenly wrinkled slightly.
"Jianyi, what do you mean? You don't want to take risks, do you?"
Jian Yi continued to move forward and came to Feng Jiu'er's side, half-crouching down.
"If I can't come back, you have to take good care of yourself."
When he wanted to reach out and touch Feng Jiu'er's head, Feng Jiu'er suddenly sat up and pushed him.
"Why can't you come back? It's such a mess! Could it be that you want to assassinate the prince?"
