Help!Too much sprouting [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Chenxi didn't know how this enemy attack on the camp ended.

He only vaguely remembered that after seeing Zhong Mozhou come back, he stuck to his hot and generous back, and felt that the surrounding chaos and fighting seemed to be far away from him.Only the warmth in front of him burned into his heart, dispelling all panic and anxiety.

As a result, his vision began to blur, and his mind sank into a daze.

The morning light is twilight, the sun has not yet penetrated, and the sky has just faded away from a cloud of gray and turbid.

The boy woke up from a high fever state in a daze.

The moment Jiang Jiang opened his eyes, he felt that someone was lifting his lower back, lifting him up and feeding him a mouthful of Chinese medicine.

Fang Chenxi was so bitter that the good medicine came in, and he almost vomited it out immediately.

He coughed desperately, the corners of his eyes were choked red, and the tears were as pitiful as they could be.

But the person who fed him the medicine obviously didn't have the self-consciousness to feel pity for the fragrance and cherish the jade. Instead, he picked up the medicine bowl in his hand and wanted to feed him another sip, saying, "I haven't finished drinking yet."

When Fang Chenxi heard that he wanted to continue drinking, he almost acted like he was unconscious again on the spot.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Zhong Mozhou seemed to have expected him to act like this, and directly cut off his idea of ​​going into a coma, "You forcibly transformed your meridians and damaged your meridians. If you don't drink the medicine, it will hurt your own body."

Fang Chenxi paused slightly when he heard the words, and thought: No, this body is not mine either.

He didn't drink the medicine, the body of the original owner, Little Phoenix, should be injured.

It was because he couldn't cultivate well and couldn't transform into a human form that the meridians in his body were damaged.He didn't take good care of his health, but he couldn't let Xiao Fenghuang suffer.

but……

"Can you add some sugar to this medicine?"

The young man pitifully grabbed the corner of the general's battle robe, and cried with wet eyes half-opened: "The medicine is really too bitter, it's so hard to drink..."

If he hadn't seen the young boy's acting like a baby, the devil Zhong Mozhou might have been bewitched by him, and for a moment his heart softened and he agreed to add honey to his request.

The general said bluntly and coldly: "No."

"Hmm... ≥﹏≤" the little fox whimpered coquettishly in a daze, his voice was so soft and waxy that he wanted to attack people's defenses, "Why? Why don't you add sugar to me..."

The big devil seemed to sigh helplessly in the silence, his voice slowed down a lot, and he explained patiently: "There is no sugar to buy outside the border."

After hearing this, the little fox became sad, "There is no sugar..."

But the medicine is so bitter, so bitter, I don't want to drink it...

The big devil, Zhong Mozhou, coaxed the little fox patiently, gently patted the little fox's back, and lied in good faith: "After one mouthful, it will stop suffering."

The little fox who was so burnt couldn't tell the truth from the words, he could only lie softly in the arms of the general, and simply asked, "Really?"

"Ah."

"Okay..."

The little fox raised his head slightly, looked at the big devil in a daze, took the medicine bowl in his hand, and planned to finish it obediently with both hands.

As a result, the moment the tip of the tongue touched the Chinese medicine, I was so bitter that I almost burst into tears immediately.

However, Zhong Mozhou took advantage of this opportunity and immediately fed the boy with more than half of the remaining medicine.

Fang Chenxi was coughing like hell in an instant, choking until his eyes watered.

The little fox even lost his temper, and was so angry that he punched the big devil on the arm.

But because he still had a fever, he was in a coma.He couldn't exert much strength in his hands, and this punch was like a fox cub raising his little paw to tickle someone.

Zhong Mozhou has a rare good temper, and he didn't care about this little fox who was burnt out.Instead, he gently put him away, covered the young man with the quilt again, and said in a gentle voice, "You should have a good rest."

As if he had a premonition that the other party was going to leave, Fang Chenqi stretched out his hand from under the quilt in a daze, grabbed the corner of the general's shirt, and asked deliriously, "Hmm... where are you going?"

I'm so uncomfortable, I still have a fever, don't you want to stay with me?

When the little fox got a fever, his mind became a little unclear, and he was very weak and clingy.After this retelling, the expression can be as wronged as it needs to be, and it is pitiful and especially painful.

Zhong Mozhou was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, then he lightly patted the young man's hand holding the hem of his clothes, and said in a low voice: "The matter of Qiongnu's attack on the camp last night has not yet been settled."

Thinking of the fire in the barracks last night and the Qiongnu people attacking the barracks, the Mojun's eyes suddenly dimmed, as if some kind of bloody wind and rain were blowing inside, but that ruthless look was not aimed at the little dog below him. Fox made it.

But -

He said slowly: "So now I want to gather troops and horses to find the main force to annihilate the Qiongnu."

He wants to end the years-long war.

In the end, the demon lord condensed spiritual power with one finger and poured it into the hot brows of the young man, with the intention of cooling down his body temperature and reducing his discomfort.

Under this comfort, the young man slowly closed his eyes that hadn't been opened much, and fell into a coma again.

After the little fox had completely fallen into a peaceful sleep and calmed down, the general finally broke free from the young man's grasping hand, tucked the quilt up for him and walked out of the tent.

On the assembly field, all soldiers have assembled.

General Zhong Mozhou, dressed in black armor, walked up to the high platform with a stern face.

The majestic and emotionless voice spread throughout the assembly area: "All officers and men listen to the order!"

——"Follow me and annihilate the main force of the Qiongnu!"

This war was protracted, and soldiers fought and killed on the battlefield.The clamor and shouts almost overturned the sky above the head, and there was a gust of heat and wind between the strikes of the weapons.

There were corpses everywhere, and the ground was stained red with blood.

The soldiers at the back stepped on the dead bodies in front and continued to fight, the banners fluttered in the wind, and the horses under their crotches howled and neighed in the shadow of swords and arrows.

The great general "He Nanxu" has won all battles without defeat with his peerless martial arts and superb combat plan.

The Qiongnu people were beaten by him from the inland lost land to the border border, and then chased all the way to the hinterland of the grassland.

He beat fiercely, chasing and biting.

The Qiongnu soldiers who fought with them were almost chased out of the shadows, scared out of their wits.

The Qiongnu people were chased all the way back to the hinterland of the grassland. They asked other tribes for help and begged you to borrow soldiers and horses to fight against the enemy together.

But for the war between the Qiongnu people and Lou Xi, the leaders of other grassland tribes did not intend to intervene in this muddy water.

So this two-year war came to a complete end with the Qiongnu people's exhausted ammunition and aid, and the surrender letter came to an end.

At that time, Fang Chenqi, the little fox, had already strengthened his cultivation during years of fighting with the army and was able to completely rely on his own strength to maintain his human form.

Under the desert wasteland where the war had subsided, he looked at the horizon where the red sun was rising in the distance, and said with emotion: "The war is finally over."

Standing beside him, the great general Zhong Mozhou had already shed his dusty battle robe. Hearing this, he turned his head slightly to look at the boy's still clean and pure eyes, and slowly replied: "Yes, it's over."

Two years may not be a big concept for a cultivator.

But for them who truly live in the secular dust of the world: two years is enough to leave a strong stroke in their chests and hearts——