Chapter 66 The General Loves the Country Girl (36)
Helian Ying seemed to be at odds with Ning Shu. Except when it was snowing or raining, he would come to attack the city, just like doing the eighth set of radio gymnastics on time, but blood flowed like a river.
Ning Shu wanted to curse him. Standing on the city wall, looking down at that bastard Helian Ying, this battle was all about money and food. The number of military rations for one day alone was terrifying. It
was unknown how long they could hold out. Ning Shu saw the attitude of the Grand Marshal Shen Feng and felt that he didn't want to hold out. But if they didn't hold out, so many lives and investments would be wasted. They could only drag it out like this.
Ning Shu received another letter from Li Wen, a separate letter for her. Li Wen's meaning in the letter was very clear. Although he hoped that Ning Shu could win the battle, he hoped that Ning Shu could hold out and be tough.
At the end, there were some caring words, which sounded like a brother. As for how much sincerity he had, Ning Shu didn't want to delve into it. As an emperor, every move and every word had a deep meaning.
On this day, the weather was very good. After a day of wind and snow, the ground was covered with thick snow. Ning Shu thought that it would be difficult to walk in such bad weather today, and Helian Ying would not attack the city.
Unexpectedly, they still came to attack the city, and the faces of the Tartars were filled with anxiety and despair.
It is now deep winter, but there is no harvest this year. Even the calm Helian Ying frowned tightly, his expression was very cold, and he looked up and squinted at Ning Shu who was standing next to the flag.
The bright sunlight shone on her body, and the armor emitted a cold light, so dazzling that even Princess Jiahui's face could not be seen clearly.
Duan Xinghui stood beside Ning Shu. Seeing that Helian Ying was always looking at Princess Jiahui, he felt very uncomfortable and couldn't help but say to Ning Shu beside him: "Princess, the Northern Desert Tartars have wolfish ambitions. Princess, you must not compromise."
Ning Shu couldn't help but want to pick out her earwax. She heard this almost every day. It seems that Duan Xinghui is a taciturn person. He always looks like a cool guy in front of the original owner Princess Jiahui. Now he is nagging, which is really annoying.
Helian Ying pursed her lips and looked at the pair of people on the city wall. She couldn't help but take a bow and arrow to shoot at Duan Xinghui.
I don't know if it's because the wind is a bit strong today. The arrow that was obviously flying towards Duan Xinghui actually shot at Ning Shu.
Ning Shu: ￥%@#*
As expected, staying with Nan Zhujun, the unlucky ones will always be cannon fodder.
Ning Shu just wanted to dodge, but her body suddenly lost control, and her soul seemed to be ejected from her body.
Ning Shu was horrified. What's going on? Why did her body suddenly lose control?
Duan Xinghui saw the arrow rushing towards Princess Jiahui, and Princess Jiahui still looked dazed, not knowing how to dodge at all.
A huge panic surged in his heart, and Duan Xinghui quickly took a knife to split the arrow, but the arrowhead still shot towards Ning Shu, and the arrowhead lost its accuracy and pierced Ning Shu's shoulder.
Ning Shu groaned, and the sound of the arrow piercing the flesh rang in his ears, and then an overwhelming pain swept through his entire brain.
Damn, it hurts so much.
"Ding, the counterattack mission is completed, do you want to leave the world?" A mechanical and indifferent voice sounded in Ning Shu's consciousness.
"Yes, yes, yes..." Ning Shu just wanted to leave quickly, it hurt too much, even if she wanted to leave the world, she didn't have to be pierced by an arrow.
The system pitted me!
In an instant, Ning Shu's soul left Princess Jiahui's body.
Things happened too quickly. When everyone reacted, they realized that the generals of the Great Yong Dynasty had been shot and killed.
The Northern Desert Tartars all beat their chests and cheered, their morale soared, and they looked at their second prince Helian Ying with admiration.
However, Helian Ying, who was regarded as a hero, held the bow tightly, trembling slightly, her face was a little pale, and her pupils were trembling. She could obviously dodge it, and her strength was not so strong that she could not dodge even this arrow. And the person he wanted to shoot was not her.
Helian Ying raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Sound the horn to retreat."
This...
Now is the best time to attack the city, why retreat.
"Second Prince, now is the time when Dayong's morale is declining. Now it is more effective to attack the city. Why retreat?" A Tartar general asked Helian Ying.
"Pa"
Helian Ying slapped the general in the face, and said with gritted teeth: "I retreat when the prince says so."
Helian Ying turned his horse's head and looked back at the place where Princess Jiahui was fighting. Now there was no one. In a trance, he saw a pair of cold eyes again, high and mighty and with contempt and cunning.
She shouldn't die so easily.
Duan Xinghui held Princess Jiahui and went to the military doctor's tent, shouting loudly: "Save her, save her quickly..."
Duan Xinghui was waiting outside the tent, anxiously walking around. Duan Xinghui was now in a state of anxiety, fear and terror, and had a strong feeling that he didn't want her to die. Just thinking about the death of this woman who looked down on her, Duan Xinghui's heart was like being in a frying pan, in agony.
When the arrow was pulled out, Princess Jiahui groaned, opened her eyes slightly, and looked at the simple tent. How could she still be alive?
She was still in the tent of the Northern Desert Tartar.
The pain came and Princess Jiahui fainted.
Princess Jiahui was fine, which made everyone in the military camp feel relieved, especially Shen Feng. Although there were no eyes on the battlefield, the death of a princess of a country, and the death of a princess of the same mother as the emperor, no matter how many merits he had, the emperor would not care.
Princess Jiahui felt like she was dreaming. She couldn't figure out whether she saw her previous life before she was shot to death or whether the current situation was a dream.
Looking at these women kneeling in front of her, their faces were solemn, and their eyes were bloodshot when they saw her.
Touching the whip of her eyes, Princess Jiahui laughed. No matter what, she no longer had the misery in her dreams, she was not insulted, and she did not live in the pain of hell.
She did not disappoint her brother. She was the most noble princess of the Yong Dynasty.
When she saw Duan Xinghui, Princess Jiahui laughed. The man she loved so much in her dream was looking at her with a worried look at this moment.
What if she was a woman? Women were not necessarily inferior to men. She was willing to stay single for her whole life and fight for her brother for her whole life. No matter how painful it was, the suffering could be compared to being shared by many men, eating pig food, living people who were not like people, ghosts who were not like ghosts, without dignity, and not knowing why they lived.
Even if it was like a dream, this dream was so real.
"Princess, are you okay?" Duan Xinghui finally stepped forward and asked, looking at the princess with a meaningful and weird look, and asked Princess Jiahui.
Princess Jiahui was stunned for a moment. It seemed that she had not heard Duan Xinghui's voice for a long time.