Datang broom star

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The exhausted soldiers raised their heads one by one.

His eyes are full of heroism.

"can!"

Even the wounded who were carried by the civilian husbands to treat them raised their heads and shouted.

"can!"

"Damn it!" Wang Chunyang found that he had no words to describe his mood at the moment except swearing.

"Where's Han Zong?"

He searched all the way.

Han Zong was lying on the top of the wall.

A doctor sat cross-legged beside him, as if praying.

"This is……"

Wang Chunyang was shocked.

"Old Han!"

Although Han Zong was his subordinate, the two had guarded Shule for many years, and they were more old friends.

"Yeah not dead."

Han Zong reluctantly raised his head. At this moment, his trousers were gone, and he was wearing obscene trousers. The doctor put the boiled cloth ball into the small jar, and when it came out, there was a strong smell of alcohol.

"Captain, bite this!"

The doctor thoughtfully gave me a ball of cloth.

"Need not!"

Han Zong stubbornly refused.

"Captain, hold on!"

The doctor pressed down the cloth soaked in alcohol.

"Um……"

Han Zong raised his head abruptly, his face was frighteningly red, veins were popping out on his neck and face, and his eyeballs seemed to be falling out.

"The captain is amazing!"

The doctor praised, and then called someone to come.

"The tip of the gun is afraid that there will be impurities, and the wound will be pulled open."

It was a sergeant who did it, and as soon as he opened the wound, Han Zong felt that he was dead.

The doctor squeezed the cloth ball, the alcohol was squeezed out and flowed into the wound in threads.

"Ow!"

Han Zong suppressed his voice and roared.

"The captain is amazing!"

The doctor admired sincerely, and then treated the wound.

"Captain, you are going to rest now."

"Take a break!"

Han Zong turned pale, and asked someone to help him up. Looking at the retreating Tubo army in the distance, he cursed, "Come tomorrow."

Then there is a rest.

"Get something delicious."

Han Zong was very hungry.

"Captain, just some mutton and dry biscuits."

"Where's the soup?"

"Soup for the wounded."

"That's it."

Han Zong felt very thirsty at the moment, and he drank a large bowl of water and still couldn't quench his thirst, "Remember there are mushrooms in the corner? There are quite a few. Go get them and cook them with the mutton."

The sergeant serving him was stunned, "Captain, I wonder if I can eat it!"

Han Zong scolded: "Why can't you eat it? Damn, last time someone invited Yeye to eat mushrooms in Chang'an. The fresh Yeye will never be forgotten in my life."

The sergeant didn't understand either, so he went to collect those mushrooms and boiled them with the mutton for a quarter of an hour.

"nice!"

"fresh!"

After a meal of stewed mutton with mushrooms, Han Zong was satisfied.

"Captain, the governor is here."

The sergeant called him after a while.

"Say your mother, why are there so many villains?"

Han Zong in the room was yelling and cursing.

Wang Chunyang pushed the door impatiently and came in.

Han Zong sat on the couch, staring straight at the desk in front of him, waving his hands as if there was something on the desk.

"Old Han!"

Han Zong raised his head, "Why is your head so big, Captain? You can see that there are a lot of villains here, dancing on the table."

Wang Chunyang: "..."

Red umbrellas, yellow levers, lying on the board after eating...