Under the dim kerosene lamp, the military advisor, Qin Zhenghao, was lying shirtless on the bed.

And his back was now a bloody mess.

Stones and sawdust were mixed in, and it was horrible to look at.

Song Zhiyu held medicine and gauze in his hands with a serious expression:

"Master, be patient, the wound is large and it will take time to clean it up."

After he nodded, he immediately started to take action.

Until Song Zhiyu helped him bandage the wound, Qin Zhenghao didn't say a word during the whole process.

When Song Zhiyu took the blood out of the tub and poured it out and came back, he was already dressed.

Qin Zhenghao sat up and looked a little pale.

He took the medicine handed over by Song Zhiyu and drank it without hesitation.

After Song Zhiyu put down the bowl, he said in a deep voice:

"How many people were lost today?"

"More than half!" Song Zhiyu lowered his head.

Qin Zhenghao smiled.

But there was no warmth in her eyes, "That woman was really right.

Half of them were left behind, and half of them were left in Anle Village."

Song Zhiyu raised his head with firm eyes:

"Master, that woman Lin Jiuniang is too evil.

I don't think we need to waste our troops to provoke her now.

The Hongtian Lei in her hand did not show up at the court, which showed her attitude and she could be ignored for now.

We still follow the original plan and set off from the Anle Town Pier and head towards the capital."

After a pause, he said:

"It's okay to wait until the master gets back what belongs to you, master, and then come back to bite Lin Jiuniang's hard bone."

Qin Zhenghao said nothing, staring at the oil lamp beside him and thinking.

Ask casually about the war situation in other places.

Song Zhiyu shook his head and looked a little ugly:

"Master, the current situation is very unfavorable to us.

The advantages we had before are now almost gone."

If they want to reverse this situation, they must capture and capture the capital as soon as possible.

Qin Zhenghao remained silent.

After thinking for a moment, he stood up:

"Tomorrow, I will take people to Beijing.

Song Zhiyu, lead a team and find a way to capture Lin Jiuniang."

He understood why Marquis Yong'an clung to Lin Jiuniang.

Because as long as you have what she has in hand, you can get twice the result with half the effort.

He was already prepared, but he was injured like this, which shows the lethality of that thing.

Song Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, then stood up straight:

"yes!"

A gloomy look flashed across Qin Zhenghao's face:

"To deal with her, we have to use different methods, do you understand?"

Song Zhiyu's face sank, and then he nodded seriously to show that he understood.
Chapter completed!