The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 747 A white light suddenly flashed!
Murong Ying and the others kept in mind the plan they discussed together in the camp.

The south... The city in the south is the only breakthrough point!

Only by taking down the rock-solid city in the south and cutting off their connection points, they will break the enemy's conspiracy!

There are countless wounded and female relatives behind them. If they get deep into the barracks, it means that the wounded soldiers and female relatives they left behind will fall into their hands!
No...absolutely not!

This time... is their only chance!

Must take down!

Hundreds of thousands of troops are densely intertwined, and the blood that is raised becomes the most inconspicuous thing on the battlefield. The deafening roars, throwing their heads and blood, everyone is firm in their goals for their beliefs.

They are the people of the Northern Xia Dynasty, they are the people of the Yanchi Dynasty, they want to keep their family and country safe, and now, all these burdens are on their shoulders!

They can't lose!
Siege - must win!
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And at this moment, in the barracks where the Northern Xia Dynasty was stationed, when Chacha was walking through the tent, he suddenly felt another white light flash in front of him!
It's this white light again!

Chacha subconsciously glanced over her head to hide for a while, the medicinal wine and white gauze in her hand fell to the ground, covered with obvious dust...

I remember that night at Qinjian Villa, a white light like before appeared in front of her eyes, which made her unable to open her eyes!

It's broad daylight now, the sun is high in the sky, there are no clouds in the sky, and there is no unpredictable weather...Where did the white light just now... come from?
Chacha shook her head vigorously, followed by Fengming and Shuangxi who came over, seeing a pile of things dropped by Chacha's feet, they all ran forward worriedly.

"What's wrong with Chacha?" Feng Ming squatted down, seeing Chacha's expression was not very good.

Shuangxi squatted on the ground and picked up everything, then looked at Chacha and asked, "Little princess, is there something uncomfortable? Let's go to the military doctor to check it out!"

Chacha shook her head with a smile and said: "No, no, I just couldn't see clearly just now, and now I'm fine, and the wounded soldiers are still waiting for me to give them... ah... it's all dirty, it's okay, I Go get it again."

Shuangxi didn't give Chacha the things in her hand: "Little princess, be obedient, go to the tent to rest for a while, I'll get the things."

Shuangxi's firm words made Chacha say "no".

"That's right!" Feng Ming supported Chacha's shoulders: "Chacha has been busy these days, it's already hard enough, even if we want to help the military doctors, we have to do so under the premise that our bodies are not exhausted. Ah, so Chacha is obedient, go back to sleep, and Aunt Sanhuang will bring you some herbal tea in a while, it may be heatstroke."

The battlefield is no different than being in the capital. There is no forest to cover it, and the scorching sun shines down. When it is hot, you can't wait to dry people.

Chacha hesitated for a while: "Okay then, I'll go back and sleep for a while, and I'll go find you after a while!"

Feng Ming put his face against Chacha's little face: "Chacha is so good, go!"

Feng Ming went to make herbal tea for Chacha, and Shuangxi took the gauze covered with soil and the smashed medicinal wine, and returned to the tent where the supplies were kept to get clean ones for the wounded soldiers.

(End of this chapter)