Hard to be a good wife

The next few days were calm, Tang Yue knew that this was the calm before the storm, he asked Prince Zhao, "Your Highness really don't intend to help?"

After Hu Jinpeng left Yecheng, Tang Yue guessed that he was going to dispatch the cavalry, but he didn't know whether Prince Zhao planned to show that sharp weapon in Qinyang City.

Prince Zhao was leaning over the desk to look at the map. Did he draw a sketch? He was extremely serious. After hearing Tang Yue's question, he asked instead: "What do you think the army should be called?"

This [-]-strong cavalry was the painstaking effort of him and Tang Yue, and Prince Zhao would naturally give him the most perfect way to appear.

"I take it?"

Prince Zhao directly handed over the pen and paper, "Madam is the founder of this army, and I will leave the naming right to you."

The corners of Tang Yue's mouth curled up, and he bit his pen and thought for a long time, "Ghost Army? No, it's too dark... Dragon Slayer Army? No, it's ambiguous... What's it called?"

Seeing that he was thinking seriously, Prince Zhao smiled and let him go. Then his eyes changed, and he tapped hard on a certain position on the map. This place will be the burial place he prepared for the enemy army.

"Ah, I thought of it, how about calling him the Black Armored Guard?"

"Heijiawei?" It's a very common name, but it unexpectedly fits with this army. Prince Zhao nodded, "Just call him Heijiawei! Very good!"

"Kukou..." There was a knock on the door, and Wang Dingjun's eager voice came from outside the door: "Your Highness... the enemy army has started to move."

Tang Yue went to open the door, and seeing a five-fingerprint on Wang Dingjun's face, he let him in with a muffled laugh.

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, he really wanted to gossip and see what the two of them had been up to in the past few days.

Wang Dingjun walked in with his head down, with a embarrassed face, and reported the latest developments of the enemy army to Prince Zhao.

Prince Zhao put on a set of light armor, and patted Tang Yue on the shoulder, "Don't go out in the mansion, take Luo Luo well, and wait for me to come back."

Tang Yue didn't insist on following, because he knew that he couldn't help him in the front, and he had his own things to do.

"Your Highness, be careful." Tang Yue kissed him on the face, watched him leave before returning to his room to take out the prepared medicine box, changed into a set of light clothes and walked out of the room.

One thing he didn't tell Prince Zhao was that on the day they left Yecheng, he also sent a letter to the other courtyard. Before they arrived in Qinyang City, his guard team had already arrived in batches and dispersed. in town.

Tang Yue's people have their own set of contact methods, and even the intelligence system of the Prince's Mansion can't identify them. Of course, if Zhang Chun sees them, he will definitely know them.

After he went out, he went to Zhang Chun's yard, and little Luoluo was doing handwork with him. This was the only thing Luoluo found out in the past few days that he could do without causing trouble to others.

The people in the city were trapped day by day, and their spirits were extremely tense. Maybe some people would make crazy moves, and the government couldn't spare the energy to relieve them, so Tang Yue came up with an idea.

Once people are free, they tend to panic easily. In this era without TV, computer, mobile phone and no entertainment items, the time of the day feels infinitely long. If they don’t give them something to do and entertainment, it’s easy to get sick.

So Tang Yue gave the government an idea and asked them to put up notices and summoned strong men to train for two hours every morning. In case of a critical moment, these people could also go to the battlefield with weapons.

In the afternoon, these people are assigned to work. Although the city is strictly prohibited, there are many places that need to work. They need people to make bows and spears, build defense points, and move stones. Wood, these are essential weapons when defending the city.

The women gathered together to make cotton-padded clothes, make armor, and store food. Tang Yue asked them to use rice noodles to make cooked food for the soldiers for ten days. Once the war broke out, they might not even have time to eat. point.

And Xiao Luoluo is making toys for children to play with. Under the guidance of Zhang Chun, the two of them made a set of shadow puppets, a set of small sandbags, and prepared ropes in one day. Children playing around.

But unfortunately, there is no time for them to play now.

"Luo Luo obediently followed Uncle Chun, little daddy has to go to work, and when little daddy comes back, he will cook something delicious for you."

Little Luoluo put down the scissors and looked over expectantly, "Can Luoluo go? Can Luoluo not eat something delicious."

Tang Yue hugged him and kissed him, "No, it's too dangerous outside, you will be distracted if you follow little daddy."

Tang Yue took him out for a few days, and the little guy felt the atmosphere of the war to some extent, and when he knew it wasn't his own temper, he obediently agreed.

"That..." Zhang Chun rubbed his nose and said awkwardly, "I have no skills, so I can only help you take care of your son here."

Tang Yue thumped him, "Okay, if you don't have the skills, who has the skills? You won't be needed outside, so it's useless for you to go."

There is a specialization in the art industry, and it is impossible for Tang Yue to let a business genius take a knife and a gun. Isn't that a self-destructive talent?

"Well, if you see a bastard surnamed Wang, remember to hit harder, he has rough skin and thick flesh and is not afraid of pain."

Tang Yue raised his brows, "I saw his face just now...you are so willing!"

"Tch, who made him mess around, he deserves it!"

Tang Yue knew that what he said was insincere, so he didn't bother to argue, he just said: "Don't worry, if I see him with broken arms and legs, I will try my best to treat him, and I will send someone to notify you, so that you can see his condition with your own eyes. The tragic situation, to relieve the hatred in my heart."

The corners of Zhang Chun's mouth twitched, just thinking about that scene made him a little uncomfortable, but he persisted and said, "Thank you then."

Tang Yue smiled, turned around and strode out of the city lord's mansion. The wounded soldiers were set up not far from the city tower, and a row of private houses were requisitioned.

Tang Yue asked people to tidy up a little, separated the treatment room from the rest room, and moved in boxes of commonly used medicines and gauze. The tools were also prepared, just waiting to receive the injured.

As Tang Yue walked on the street, men in white long gowns gradually gathered behind him. They carried medicine boxes, wore gauze hats, and masks on their ears. They looked solemn and followed Tang Yue's footsteps firmly.

There were still vendors on the street who were too late to close their stalls. When they saw this group of strangely dressed people, they stopped in their tracks, "Who are these people? Why are they dressed like this?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen them before. Seeing that they are dressed in white, maybe they are..." I don't need to say anything. It seems that they are going to the city wall, and they are not soldiers. What else can they do besides collect the corpses?

It's just that I didn't expect the government to take care of this point. This battle is not so easy to lose, right?

"It's difficult, but the city lord said that he had already prepared, and if Qinyang City really couldn't keep it, he would let everyone withdraw in advance."

"My ancestors have lived in Qinyang City for 300 years, and I really don't want to leave here. I will never leave until the last moment."

"Who wants to leave? Since City Lord Yang came, our life has become better and better. No matter how poor people are, they can go up the mountain to dig herbs. This is a good place."

"Who says it is not, you hateful traitor!"

Tang Yue and his party turned their heads [-]% while walking on the street. People hiding at home peeped at the scene and talked about it a lot. Most people thought they were collecting the corpses. Those with relatives and family members at the front couldn't help but shed tears.

"My lord, if you see my grandson, please send him home..." An old woman rushed out of the house and knelt down in front of Tang Yue and the others.

Tang Yue hurriedly helped her up, and comforted her: "Don't worry, your grandson will definitely return safely."

"Hey, he's only 15 years old..." The old woman burst into tears. He knew that his grandson was not a tough young man, but only joined the army to earn food.

Everyone knows the hardships of this battle, the old woman is ready for her grandson to die on the battlefield, but she just hopes to see his body go home intact instead of being buried in the unknown hill.

"Auntie, we are doctors, doctors who save lives and heal the wounded. You should trust us, and we will definitely bring your grandson back safely."

"Doctors? Are you healers?" The old woman shouted in surprise, "So many..."

Tang Yue nodded, "Yes, each of them is excellent, don't worry."

Xiang An emerged from behind Tang Yue, grinned and said, "Hey, even if your grandson loses an arm or a leg, I can help him fix it, no matter how bad it is, there is my master, he is a famous doctor! "

"Miraculous doctor..." The old woman muttered to herself looking at the backs of a group of people going away. It wasn't until her family dragged her home that she burst into tears excitedly: "My grandson is saved..."