Crowned with Pearls

   Chapter 1083 Eighty-two Death in Battle

The penetrating wound on his shoulder was still aching. He covered his shoulders and stared at the people in the tent with a pale face. He didn't know what to do, but he felt the blackness in front of him. Finally, he couldn't hold it any longer and rolled his eyes. He passed out and fell on the bed, I don't know.

When he woke up again, it was already late, there were only a few dim lights in the tent, and Mouton was groggy. I don't know why, by this time, all his strength seemed to be exhausted, and the whole person was exhausted. I couldn't lift my spirits, and I couldn't even support myself to sit up.

His mouth was so dry that he tugged the bell on the side with all his strength. After a while outside, his personal soldiers ran in. Seeing that he was awake, he hurriedly called a toast and hurriedly went to the ground. Bring water.

At this time, Mouton's lips were already dry and peeling. He rubbed his temples, reached out and drank the water, and then asked dissatisfiedly: "Where have you all gone? Why is no one guarding? it's here?!"

   He could never leave people beside him when he slept, and everyone around him was aware of his temper, but now that no one was with him, he was very annoyed.

   The personal soldiers hesitated.

   Mouton's head was dizzy at first, but he couldn't help but get even more angry when he saw him like this. He raised his voice and asked, "What's going on?"

   The personal soldiers were hesitant, but Mouton was very powerful. Seeing that he was so angry, the personal soldiers did not dare to continue to hide it, so he stammered and said: "The Tusi, the eldest son and the third son. All died in battle."

When the damage was counted before, it was only a rough count, and Mouton's two sons were leading the vanguard and were rushing in front. At that time, they hadn't come back, but they didn't see the corpse, so no one thought of anything else. Who knew that not long after Moutong passed out, the guards of the two of them escaped, saying that the eldest son and the third son had been killed, and the bodies could not be recovered.

The eldest son, Mu Le and the third son, Mu An, are both Mouton's direct sons and two of Mouton's favorite sons. The reason why they were brought to fight this time is to accumulate some prestige and credit for them, so that they can be more capable in the future. Being alone, I really never dreamed that their lives would be ruined before they got the credit.

Mouton is unbelievable, he has high hopes for both sons, and although he is cruel, he has no temper with the children. If something happened to the two children, for him, this blow is undoubtedly better than losing the battle. He was even bigger, he sat dazedly for a while, suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and then bent down and spat out a mouthful of blood.

   The personal soldiers were so frightened that they hurriedly went out and called for the doctor to come.

  The officials who came to fight in the wood house also came, and seeing Mouton like this, they stepped forward to comfort him.

   But what's the use of it?

It was Mouton himself who died of his son. No one could understand the heartache. Mouton drove everyone out angrily. He slowly called out Xiao Heng's name with blood-red eyes and gritted his teeth. The meat was chewed and swallowed.

   Then he said solemnly: "I don't believe that when the team is assembled, how long can they survive without food and grass? Even if they are not poisoned?! I must let them pay their debts with blood!"

   In fact, let’s not say it’s Mouton, even those officials are all unwilling, and they have already reached this stage and paid so much energy, how could they just give up?

   They killed 40,000 people!

   Therefore, after hearing Mouton's order, the people below did not have any opinion, and agreed with Mouton's words, comforting Mouton to have a good rest first.

Mouton was seriously injured, and his emotions were up and down. After forcing it for so long, he couldn't hold it anymore. When the order was finished, he leaned back on the pillow and kept breathing heavily. He only felt the breath he was exhaling. It was all hot and dizzy.

   Not enough energy, he lost his temper again, he soon felt sleepy and fell asleep unconsciously.

  I don't know how long it took, when he suddenly heard a swaying movement of the ground and the mountains, and he even noticed the shaking when he was lying on the bed, so he opened his eyes in surprise.

But now because of his serious injuries, he still has a fever, and his mind is chaotic. For a while, he can't tell whether the shaking is his fantasy or real. He can't help staring at the tent door, unable to respond for a while. .

   Fortunately, he didn't stay for too long, and his personal soldiers and confidants came.

They didn't even bother to salute and explain, they dressed Mouton in a rush, they were about to carry Mouton on their shoulders, and they explained to Mouton in a hurry: "The troops of the imperial court are chasing them, and they have some in their hands. A large number of gunpowder and artillery vehicles for siege, those cannons smashed into our barracks, causing heavy casualties. Tusi, we can't care so much now."

   Mouton's head was burning and dizzy. Hearing these words, he almost didn't take a breath. The whole person only felt cold, and then he tilted his head and quickly lost consciousness.

The personal guards escorted Mouton to fight and retreat. When they retreated to Dali Mansion, there were only 30,000 to 40,000 remnants of the 100,000-strong army. They covered Mouton in embarrassment and returned to Dali Mansion. .

Mouton went mad with anger. His wounds repeatedly festered and became inflamed because he avoided the pursuers. He had never been fully healed. When he finally returned to Dali, as soon as he had a chance to breathe, he sent someone to ask Xundian Mansion and Anhua. What happened to the state's chieftain, why didn't they stumble upon Xiao Heng.

   It stands to reason that with so many people attacking Kunming, Xiao Heng should ride a tiger and have a hard time.

  The news was sent back soon - Xundian Prefecture and Anhua Prefecture are now in jeopardy, all their elites have been damaged in Kunming, and now they are just a piece of fat, just waiting for Tang Yuan's mouth.

   Mouton couldn't believe it, and the hand holding the reply letter was still trembling slightly.

   He couldn't figure out why things got to this point anyway.

   They clearly calculated everything very well, why did it end up like this?

Mouton soon lost the mind to continue thinking about it - his wound worsened again, he had been suffering from a high fever for more than ten days, and even the most famous doctor in Dali Prefecture was helpless about his injury, and finally he was being Under his coercion, the doctor tremblingly came up with a plan--said that he would cut off the place where he festered, that is to say, he had to cut off one of his arms before he could live. Otherwise, even if Hua Tuo were to die again, there would be no way to save him.

   Mouton overturned his desk again, but this time he did not kill the doctor.

   (end of this chapter)