Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 771: A Feeling of Palpitation_1

Chapter 771: Chapter 771: A Feeling of Palpitation_1

In order to strike a heavy blow to Dajin, Dashun chose this method, believing that war always required sacrifices, so they might as well go for a mutual destruction.

The military camp was filled with the strong smell of blood and herbal medicine. The soldiers, who were initially excited and thought they could win the battle and reunite with their families, didn’t expect such an outcome. The casualties were heavy, and it was feared that they would need to regroup for two months.

Within the camp, some soldiers had lost legs or arms, and some were horribly mutilated by explosions... Lu Jianxi’s order was to save as many as possible, with life as a priority. Therefore, the morale of the soldiers did not drop much, but was filled with deep grief and anger.

They vowed that once their recuperation was over, they would deal a devastating blow to Dashun.

In a tent, Brother Nangong Ye finally woke up.

His leg had been rebandaged and was waiting for recovery.

His hearing also improved, and by his side, someone was holding a bowl and feeding him medicine.

It was Lu Jianxi.

Lu Jianxi was still dressed as a man, so Nangong Ye didn’t think much of it.

He only struggled to sit up, his expression full of agony and guilt.

"This time, we were careless!" Nangong Ye said.

"Victory and defeat are common occurrences in the military, General Nangong doesn’t need to take it to heart," Lu Jianxi’s mood was also not very good, "But, no matter what, you should recover your health first, only then can we make other plans."

Nangong Ye looked at Lu Jianxi: "How many casualties this time?"

"Five thousand dead, ten thousand injured..." Lu Jianxi said.

Nangong Ye had no mood to drink his medicine, looking somewhat lost.

After a while, he struggled to get out of the bed: "I’m going to see the injured soldiers."

"Then I’ll accompany you!"

Nangong Ye, leaning on a crutch, walked through the military camp.

Seeing Nangong Ye arrive, some people wanted to salute, but all were stopped by him. His prestige in the camp was high, and since he had been winning battles before, no one held grudges against him.

After making a round, Nangong Ye stood in the middle, first apologized to the soldiers, then made a promise: "I, Nangong Ye, assure all of you here that in three months, we will take Shangzhi, so everyone can return home to their wives and children as soon as possible!"

The soldiers in the camp all raised their fists in response: "Defeat Dashun, drive Dashun out of our territory!"

Lu Jianxi looked at Nangong Ye, who was still persevering after being injured. His silhouette and eyes were exceptionally determined. There seemed to be a halo condensed around him, which made her feel like crying, and that heart-pounding feeling was even stronger!

...

Inside the city.

A tall man, dressed in foreign clothes, was lying on a long chair, drinking wine and eating mutton.

Later, someone came in to report: "Greeting the Second Prince, the city has been cleaned up and the deceased and injured soldiers have been properly handled. This battle cost us three thousand casualties."

"And the other side?"

"Conservative estimates put their casualties above ten thousand."

The Second Prince sat up, a smile on his wicked face: "What about Nangong Ye? Is he captured alive?"

"Someone impersonating Nangong Ye was about to be captured by us but he committed suicide, so Brother Nangong Ye wasn’t caught!"

"Isn’t this bullshit?" The Second Prince said.

Although his voice was not loud, his words, coming from his mouth, carried a strong deterrent force.

It sounded very much like something a bandit leader would say.