Are you stupid?

"...Master." Seeing that Wei Qian bit his lips so white, the servant was afraid that if something happened to Zhou Rong, Wei Qian would not be able to handle it, so he reminded him in a worried voice, "You have to take care of yourself. Miss is just your half-brother, if something happens to Zhou Xiaolang, Miss will depend on you."

Hearing this, Wei Qian's face became more serious, as if he just remembered that there is still a sister who needs to be taken care of at home, and said in a daze, "Yes, I haven't written to my sister to make it clear, don't let her worry about it."

How can you not worry about it?

No matter how outstanding the writing style is, as long as the bastard Zhou Rong is dead or disabled, the family will definitely not accept it, let alone the fourth sister who has put a heart on Zhou Rong for more than three years!

Zhou Rong, you bastard, if you dare to die, I will definitely go back and dig the grave of your Zhou family, and let your ancestors know that they will suffer after death because they did not educate their children and grandchildren well, so they died casually result!

Wei Qian deeply hated Zhou Rong's self-assertion, and he had already issued a series of orders, "How many medicinal materials that can hang people's lives have we brought? Let people find them immediately, prepare them, and use them."

"Master, Zhou Xiaolang is probably..."

"Shut up! Even if he, he can't be used anymore, there are other soldiers, there will always be someone who can be used!" Wei Qian said with red eyes and choked up, "Didn't he say that he is disabled and can make innocent people Is it good to live one more? Whoever survives will give it to him, don't waste the good medicine specially given by His Majesty."

The servant led away, Wei Qian covered his eyes so that no one could see his fragile state.

Wei Qian thought that after three years of filial piety, he was mature and rational enough, but the facts proved that his calmness and wisdom only came into play when he did not have to bear the lives of others. When it was time to face life and death, his mind became numb and even Not as good as a veteran on the battlefield.

Since he was a child, he always thought that he was more clumsy in taking care of him, and he only wanted to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and defend the country Zhou Rong. In fact, he was the child under Zhou Rong's protection.

He failed to understand this in the past, if Zhou Rong can survive this time, even if Zhou Rong is paralyzed, he is willing to be Zhou Rong's real younger brother and take care of Zhou Rong for the rest of his life.

"stop!"

The slow-moving baggage line suddenly stopped, and Wei Qian, who was already frightened, asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong in front?"

The veteran soldier who was specially told by the barracks general not to let him run around, immediately reminded, "The county magistrate, please keep your voice down. There is a long distance between the front and the back when marching. We are responsible for food, grass and luggage. In the end, just obey orders. As long as it is not a rout, no one will tell us what is going on ahead."

"Then what if something goes wrong?" Wei Qian kept asking questions with a glimmer of hope in his heart.

The old soldier said casually, "Something really happened. Of course, we can take as much food and grass as we can to escape. We would rather burn it all than leave it to the enemy."

Wei Qian nodded, "Yes, you are right."

He looked at the vicissitudes of the soldier's face, nodded and asked seriously, "I heard that your accent is a local. If the war subsides and you are disarmed and returned to the fields, what do you want to do?"

"If we can survive to the end of this station, we will go home to farm and herd sheep. The Liaodong area is very large, and there are so many fields that we can't finish planting. If you just sprinkle some seeds, you can grow food." The old soldier smiled happily. It seemed as if he had seen the day when he returned home safely.

Influenced by his emotions, Wei Qian curled the corners of his mouth, "Okay. When the war is over, I will take you to reclaim the wasteland together, write a memorial to plead with His Majesty, and the reclaimed wasteland will be exempted from taxes for a few more years."

"County magistrate, is there really such a good thing? Then tell your majesty, move some people over here. We have heard that the south of the Yangtze River nourishes people since we were young, and the little girls are as good as each other. It's not like the cold wind in the north." , so that the girls' faces are full of cuts in winter. Although they can't get married, it's good to be able to see." The old soldier became interested, and his eyes glowed in prayer.

Wei Qian promised that if he could reclaim the wasteland so much that he could not finish planting, he would write a letter to Emperor Yuanhe, requesting that the people be relocated to Liaodong to live.

With veteran soldiers accompanying him to gossip, Wei Qian's mind strangely settled down. He tasted what the other party said, and found that the Liaodong people were joking and familiar, and even strangers who had never met before could easily find someone. It's really fun to talk, to have fun talking, and to let others listen to it.

If the people under his rule are so optimistic about their fate, even if Liaodong is covered with heavy snow for half of the year and cannot be seen for a hundred miles, he can still stay there as an official.

Time passed by little by little, but the convoy transporting the supplies never left. Wei Qian counted the time, and his calm brain finally started working again.

The flame of hope was rekindled in him.

Only when the battle ahead has not yet begun, the army will remain motionless—at least for now Zhou Rong is still alive!

Wei Qian clasped his hands tightly in excitement, so as not to leak too much emotion from his trembling hands.

He sat quietly in the car, no longer trying to ask anything, but focused on praying to the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

Fierce hacking sounds gradually sounded in the distance, the ground trembled from the horseshoes, Wei Qian's progress made sweat gradually come out of his forehead, the excitement turned into uncontrollable tension again, his stomach was cramping, and he couldn't help retching .

When the belly was pale in the east, the sound of crying for help finally replaced the sound of hacking and killing.

"ended!"

It wasn't just someone who yelled this, Wei Qian jumped out of the car immediately, and told the high judge who was guarding him tightly, "Quick, take the things I prepared, and go look for that dog!"

Perhaps the guard general still remembered Wei Qian's entrustment. Before Wei Qian ran to the guard post, there were already soldiers carrying Zhou Rong who was wounded into a blood gourd on his back.

"He, is he... alive?" Wei Qian's teeth chattered, his voice was so vague that he couldn't hear it clearly.

"The person you want, get in the car and take them back immediately, and use the precious medicinal materials you have given you to kill them, otherwise don't blame me if they die too late." The guard hurriedly threw the person to the guard, and immediately transferred The commanding staff, who were screaming at the top of their heads, hurriedly took all the wounded soldiers back, so that no one would die on the battlefield until they were frozen to death by the severe cold.

"General, I brought some medicinal materials. Those that are not needed have been sent to the medical officer for injury, but those that are useful are welcome." When Han Feng sent these words, Wei Qian had already personally carried them with Hu. Zhou Rong ran back in big strides.

"It's not enough, I don't care if you want it!" The guard shouted back completely bluntly.

The county government office is much closer to this place than Daying. Perhaps the life-saving medicine that Wei Qian stuffed into Zhou Rong's mouth had an effect, or Zhou Rong was unwilling to die. When he managed to catch his breath, the famous doctor who accompanied Zhou Rong used scissors to open his clothes and began to give needles, regardless of Zhou Rong's stink and blood.

Wei Qian saw the wound and his feet went limp, and he fell to the forest tree on the ground.

Zhou Rong's legs...

The author has something to say:

Although I am a 24k pure blood single dog, I did not kill people on special days.

Ah, how resourceful and brave I am!