The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 237, the prince is injured, Jiajia is worried

  Song Jingchen stretched out his hand to stop him: "Uncle Yang, you are an old man in the mansion, you don't have to."

   Even when he heard that Song Jingchen had come in person, he had some guesses. At this moment, seeing with his own eyes that Song Jingchen was standing in front of him, Uncle Yang also burst into tears with excitement.

   "Eldest son, your legs are really healed?" He wanted to ask why he didn't tell him in the letter before, but instead he thought that he had to hide this matter, and the letter was not foolproof, so he didn't ask.

  Song Jingchen sat down at the table, motioning for Uncle Yang to sit down as well, and then said, "I won't mention it beforehand, let's talk about the situation in the city first."

   Uncle Yang is no better than Shangguan Han, and he doesn't want to expose that girl, after all, none of this can stand up to scrutiny.

  If it wasn't for knowing that some things could not be hidden from her, Song Jingchen even hoped that she would not know anything.

   Uncle Yang saw that Song Jingchen was unwilling to speak, so he didn't ask any further questions, the result was good.

   turned to explain everything in the city to Song Jingchen in detail.

At the end, he sighed: "There are no medicinal materials in the city for a long time. In order to save food, the soldiers and the strong men only eat one meal a day, and the women and children share a bowl of clear porridge every day. Even so, it will not last for three days. ."

  If Song Jingchen didn't come, he was going to join forces with the 50,000 private troops on Qilin Mountain to make a **** road and send King Anle safely away.

  The private army is their last trump card, and they cannot be used unless they have to. Once used, it is equivalent to being exposed under the eyes of Emperor Chong'an.

  Song Jingchen tapped the table with his index finger rhythmically, then stopped and asked, "When is the next time the Huns throw rocks?"

   "If there is no accident, it will be tomorrow."

   "How many trebuchets are there in the city?"

   "This..." Uncle Yang thought for a while: "There were originally a lot. But the Huns came suddenly, and most of them were destroyed. Now there are still about ten units that can be used."

   "Are there any generals who can't be used?" Song Jingchen asked again.

   "Yes, Meng Jiang and Zuo Fei are both credible people."

   After he came here, although he spent most of his time on Qilin Mountain, to ensure the safety of King Anle, someone would write to him every day about the events in Xunyang City.

   "You find these two people, and ask them to convene the people in the city overnight to weave the cloth at home into a net. After weaving..." Song Jingchen said, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, dipping some tea on his fingers.

   continued while drawing on the table: "All the people on the city wall retreat. Let Meng Jiang lead half of the people to guard the east gate, and the rest follow Zuo Fei to guard the west gate, waiting for the Huns to throw stones..."

   Uncle Yang's eyes became brighter as he listened, and the cloth net could buffer the speed of falling boulders. Not only can it reduce the damage, but it can also catch them by surprise with the stones thrown in by the Huns.

  Especially after so many days passed, the Xiongnu army counted that they had run out of food in the city, and they were already complacent and complacent, and it was the most relaxed time.

   When he heard Song Jingchen said that he would lead the troops out of the city in person, he was shocked and said: "No, you don't know anything, son, there are 200,000 Xiongnu troops, but we only have 50,000.

   And most of the soldiers in the city were ordinary people who came up temporarily, and they didn't know how to fight at all. "

   Originally there were not many people, but they were harassed several times by the Xiongnu army, and they were killed and wounded.

  The people spontaneously put on the armor of those sacrificed soldiers...

   "It doesn't matter, just pick fifty smart people out of town with me."

  The 50,000-strong weak army would have little chance of winning against the 200,000-strong Xiongnu army. All he had to do now was to delay the time as much as possible.

  If you want the Huns to retire, they can only draw from the bottom of the pot. The key lies in the little prince...

  Since there was not enough food in the city, he took people to 'borrow' the food.

   His original plan was to save Shangguanhan and leave, but Emperor Chong'an's decision and what the Huns heard about made him change his mind.

   Besides, isn’t the person behind it trying to kill three birds with one stone? Then he will make him more than he loses.

   A sneer flashed across Song Jingchen's eyes.

   After explaining Uncle Yang in detail, he put on a mask and climbed the tower.

  The soldiers guarding the city saw him surrounded by weapons, Song Jingchen took out a token from his arms.

  The soldiers saw the music on the token, and all knelt down to greet them.

   That is the token that represents the identity of King Anle. If the prince can give it to this person, it must be trustworthy.

   Song Jingchen frowned at how quickly they changed, but he didn't say much.

  Standing on the city wall, he squeezed the purse in his arms, looked at the south and fell into contemplation, soon, he can go back soon...

   On the mountain road, Song Jingchen led a small group of people on horses, and the people behind him were pulling carts loaded with grain behind the horses.

  There is nothing else around except the sound of horses' hooves and wheels.

   After passing through a mountain pass, an accident happened suddenly.

   The boulders rolled down from the hillsides on both sides, the horses were so frightened that they raised their front hooves and refused to advance half a step, and the team was instantly disrupted.

  Song Jingchen looked around the hillside with cold eyes while avoiding the falling rocks.

   He was able to avoid it, but the people he brought with him couldn't, and the wounds died quickly, and the dazzling blood spilled on the ground.

   "Son, be careful"

   A terrified voice sounded behind him.

  Song Jingchen looked back and saw a soldier using his body as a shield to block a sharp arrow for him, a trace of blood dripped from the corner of the man's mouth, and his body fell uncontrollably in Song Jingchen's direction.

  Song Jingchen subconsciously stretched out his hand to help him, but he didn't notice the man's bowed head, a trace of success flashed in his eyes.

   His hand just touched the man's shoulder when he felt a chill in his abdomen, mixed with the sound of a sharp blade piercing his flesh.

  Song Jingchen paused, and with a single force on his hand, he removed the man's arm, used his hand as a claw to grab the man's neck, and then the man lost his breath with a click.

  A blood-stained purse fell out of his arms and rolled to the side. Song Jingchen's heart tightened, covering his abdomen with one hand and reaching out to pick up the purse with the other.

  Suddenly the sound of breaking through the air sounded again, and an arrow shot straight to his heart

   "Xianggong!" Shen Yijia woke up from the nightmare, took a deep breath, and touched the position of her heart with trembling hands, where the pain was terrible.

   She woke up the others, and the dumpling rushed to Shen Yijia's side in a single step, and several others also gathered around, all looking at her worriedly.

   "Master, what's wrong?"

   "Brother, what's wrong?"

  A-Xun and Yaoji spoke out at the same time.

   He naturally heard what Shen Yijia called her husband, but Shen Yijia didn't tell him that she was a daughter one day, so he thought he didn't know.

   After all, simple children can't be too sensitive.

   Mo Yuan suddenly grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up and put him behind her. She leaned over to Shen Yijia and looked at her blankly.

   Shen Yijia pursed her lips and said nothing, suddenly stood up and ran out. At this time, the sky was bright, and the heavy rain did not know when it stopped.

  Shen Yijia ran to the house where they housed the horses, took the horse out and turned over, and ran out alone without saying hello.

   The others looked at each other and chased after them.

   Several horses galloped on the official road in the direction of Xunyang City, and the water on the ground was trampled and splashed.

   This plot is really difficult to write, and I can write a thousand words in about two hours.

   For this, I found a lot of videos of wars to watch. After watching: Who am I and where am I?

   So don't take it too seriously, in a word, Shizi is the best.

   Key point: Shijia will meet tomorrow,

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   (end of this chapter)