Exiled, the Medical Concubine emptied the warehouse and escaped from the famine

That night.

Gu Wei, Gu Yun, Wei Wuji, and Nangong Yu gathered together, each with a solemn expression on their face.

Nangong Yu is now Gu Wei's deputy general and has the right to participate in war discussions.

Recently, the war situation has become tense and Beijiang is finding it increasingly difficult to fight. Fengwu's soldiers are on their way to provide support.

With each passing day that Zhou Wei's soldiers gained strength, their swordsmanship became more sophisticated, and their deployment became more bizarre and changeable, leaving people completely confused.

If they continue like this, they will lose sooner or later.

Gu Yun said coldly: "Zhou Wei must have been instructed by an expert, otherwise he wouldn't have become so powerful all of a sudden."

Gu Wei's eyes were filled with deep thought, his slender knuckles resting on a canyon on the Zhouwei border, he looked at the topographic map for a long time without saying a word.

Nangong Yu said: "Don't you think Zhou Wei's current tactics are very familiar?"

Everyone was confused.

Nangong Yu briefly said: "A hundred years ago, in the country of Wu and Yue, there was a Yue woman."

Wei Wuji frowned, "Now that you mention it, I remember that a hundred years ago, Wu Yue relied on the swordsmanship of the Yue girl to develop from a small country on the edge to the leader of the Ten Kingdoms at that time, and almost unified the world. Now a hundred years have passed, the Yue girl should have died, could it be that her descendants have come out of seclusion?"

Nangong Yu nodded. "Yes, Zhou Wei does have a descendant of Yue girl in his hands, the Tian Jue assassin of Guangyao Palace."

Gu Yun's expression changed slightly, "A hundred years ago in Wu Yue, a Yue woman taught Wu Yue soldiers swordsmanship. Every Wu Yue soldier used a sword, just like Zhou Wei today."

His brows were filled with worry. "If the girl hadn't suddenly left and lived in seclusion in the mountains, Wu Yue might have been able to unify the world. What's more, Wu Yue was just an unknown small country with very few soldiers at that time, but now Zhou Wei has gathered the forces of four countries..."

Gu Yun didn't finish the rest of his words, but everyone understood.

A heavy worry spread among the few people.

Gu Wei didn't say anything, just staring at the canyon below him, wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he came back to his senses and chuckled, "Don't be afraid, speed is of the essence in war, as long as we annihilate Zhou Wei's troops in one fell swoop before the descendants of Yue Girl's swordsmanship can reach perfection."

Although they said so, Gu Yun and the others did not respond.

Zhou Wei has a large population. How easy is it to annihilate them?

Moreover, as long as the descendants of Yue women exist, soldiers wielding swords will continue to emerge.

Unless, the descendants of Yue women are killed to eliminate it from the source.

But some people knew that this was almost impossible to do.

Even if it is achieved, it will come at a heavy price.

So no one has proposed this idea yet.

After discussing tomorrow's strategy, everyone went back to rest.

After Gu Wei returned to the tent, he opened the letter that Xie Ling had sent him today.

Xie Ling would write to him every few days, and this was the moment that Gu Wei looked forward to most every day, as it could allow his tense nerves to relax instantly.

Xie Ling writes letters without any pattern. She writes whatever comes to her mind. Sometimes it's about seeing beautiful flowers, sometimes it's about eating delicious food... These fragmented daily memories make Gu Wei feel like he is accompanying Xie Ling.

His lips curled up unconsciously, and his cold expression gradually turned into tenderness.

But as he looked at it, his brows furrowed and his facial features became gradually solemn.

“Let me tell you, my father’s Changfeng Guards are too powerful. After we found the Wushisan Mine, it took us only half a day to wipe out this group of soldiers in one fell swoop.

Then I burned all the Wu Shi San in a fire, imitating Lin Gong's gunpowder.

Moreover, I also found a lot of war reserve food here, and I moved them all out. Hahahaha, Zhou Wei must be so anxious!

The Changfeng Guards are so powerful that they should not be buried. After I finish dealing with things here, I will immediately take them to the battlefield for support. Wait for me."

Gu Wei's hand holding the letter trembled slightly.

Is A Ling coming?

He looked up at the vast starry sky, his long eyelashes trembling.

It seems we can't delay any longer.

*

Zhou Wei Camp.

Ji Wuwang tore up the document in his hand with trembling hands, and his face turned purple.

Everyone under his seat had the same reaction as him.

"This is too much!" An old general slammed the table top hard, almost breaking the glass table top into pieces.

Wei Shengxuan's eyes were gloomy, and he said in a cold voice: "The Wushisan Mine is gone, we can only fight quickly. Zibing--"

Zibin nodded, "I am here."

Wei Shengxuan narrowed his eyes, murderous intent trembling throughout his body, "Bring Shiqi with you for a surprise attack. It's time to let them see Shiqi and know how powerful we are."

Zibin bowed and said, "Yes."

The other generals on the seat were also eager to try, with gleams in their eyes.

The last battle was three days ago. After three days of training, Zhou Wei's soldiers' swordsmanship has improved to a higher level.

They are all looking forward to it. Will they win against Gu Wei this time?

As long as he defeats Gu Wei, even just once, he will become famous all over the world.

After receiving Weishengxuan's order, Zibing quickly opened the curtain and walked out.

Outside the tent, all the soldiers were practicing swordplay, making clanging sounds of iron colliding. The cold white sword light was like snow, leaving thousands of traces in the dark night.

Every time the soldiers swung their swords, a shout was heard, and their momentum was overwhelming.

Zibing's gaze passed over the millions of densely packed soldiers and headed for the high platform in the middle.

A thin black shadow stood on the high platform, holding a long sword with a cold glow in his hand.

Every time he swung his sword, it seemed to tear the air apart, with a majestic and sharp momentum.

The moonlight poured behind him, outlining his slender figure, which looked as lonely and independent as a crane.

Every time he swung the sword, the soldiers below the platform followed him and made the same movement.

However, no other soldier could wield the sword with such ease and fluency as he did, as if the sword in his hand had become one with the man.

Zi Bing gently shook the bell in his hand and called out, "Shiqi".

The young man frowned and a trace of pain flashed across his face.

He quickly flew down and landed in front of Zibing.

Zi Bin asked in a cold voice, "Which sword technique have you taught me?"

Shiqi lowered his head, "Seventy-seven is forty-nine in total, and forty-six is ​​already here."

Zibin nodded: "Okay, very good, you will follow General Zou to the battlefield tonight."

Shiqi slowly raised his head. On his cold and handsome face, silver lotus flowers bloomed and swayed along the corners of his eyes. His beautiful eyes were lifeless, without a trace of emotion, like a pool of stagnant water.

He replied expressionlessly, "Yes."

*

After Nangong Yu returned to the tent, he sat at the desk with a confused mind, and asked Wei Linglong to make him a bowl of midnight snack as usual.

When Wei Linglong came in carrying the dumplings, Nangong Yu was changing the dressing.

Hearing the footsteps, Nangong Yu quickly bandaged the scar that was so deep that the bone could be seen, picked up a handkerchief beside him and wiped his hands.

He was always at the front of the battles, serving as a vanguard, and would come back with several more scars every day.

The once gentle and graceful nobleman has now completely transformed into a cold-blooded evil spirit. No one in the military camp is not afraid of him.

Only when facing Wei Linglong, Nangong Yu's cold eyes would rarely show a bit of tenderness.

Wei Linglong placed the bowl on the table and lowered her head to look at the blood that Nangong Yu had used to change the dressing, which had turned deep red.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the man's brow was cold, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

Wei Linglong frowned, "Why is your right shoulder injured again? Wasn't it chopped off a few days ago?"

Nangong Yu narrowed his eyes and said, "It's nothing, it doesn't hurt."

He reached up, lifted the bowl, and took a sip of soup.

Today's ingredient is dumplings, but Wei Linglong didn't wrap them very well, so they are of weird shapes and some of the meat filling is exposed and floats on the surface of the soup.

Nangong Yu ate a dumpling and praised it as usual: "Today's dumplings are delicious, with thin skin and large fillings, fresh and tender. Although some of the meat fillings are exposed, it adds a different flavor to the soup. Thank you, young lady."

Wei Linglong silently lifted the basin of blood and walked out, replacing it with a basin of clean water.

Nangong Yu's wound was affected by eating dumplings, and blood oozed out of the thick bandage.

Wei Linglong put the basin down and frowned.

"Do you need me to call the doctor?"

Hearing Wei Linglong's concern for him, Nangong Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and shook his head in a good mood, "No, my injuries are minor and I can handle them myself. The doctors in the military camp are very busy and I won't bother them."

After speaking, Nangong Yu's eyes slightly opened.

The veil that Wei Linglong wore today was not tight enough, revealing half of her pretty face.

At this moment, the girl's slender eyebrows were frowned in worry, and her almond-shaped eyes were fixed on Nangong Yu's wound.

She really cares about herself.

Nangong Yu felt as if someone had sprinkled a handful of sugar on his heart, and even his wounds didn't hurt anymore.

But he didn't want Wei Linglong to know that he had recognized her.

For the time being, the window paper between them cannot be broken.

Otherwise, the relationship will just return to the cold one it was at the beginning.

Therefore, Nangong Yu raised his hand to gather the loose hair on both sides of Wei Linglong's cheeks, and lifted her veil, and said softly: "Your hair is loose."

The man suddenly came closer, and Wei Linglong stood there in a daze, her eyes wide open, her face flushed, and her heartbeat quickened involuntarily.

Soon, Nangong Yu retreated, his eyes returning to normal, "You can go back."

Wei Linglong was just about to carry the bowl out when suddenly, a series of sharp and rapid horn sounds rang out, one after another, tearing apart the tranquility of the night!

She paused.

The next moment, a long sword with a cold glow flew over the curtain and swung straight towards her face!