Unrivaled Miracle Doctor and the God-Defying Demonic Consort

Mu Xiong closed his eyes in pain. Why doesn't he know this truth?

However, there is no way and a way must be found.

Mu Xiong's lips trembled from choking. He has experienced countless battles throughout his life. This time, he played the most aggrieved and saddened him the most.

Because he did not lose to the opponent, but to the country he was loyal to.

"Report! Old General, General Zhen and General Qiu see you." Suddenly, Chuan Lingbing came to report.

Mu Xiong opened his eyes abruptly: "Biography." There was some doubt in his heart. These two were seriously injured in the battle yesterday?

Soon, the two generals, with their arms and legs wrapped in blood-colored white cloth, strode in.

Mu Xiong hurriedly got up to greet him: "You two don't take care of your injuries, why are you here?"

General Zhen and General Qiu looked at each other and fisted Mu Xiong calmly.

General Zhen said: "Old General, there will be a way to delay time."

Mu Xiong's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked excitedly: "Oh? What's the solution? Come on."

General Zhen grinned: "The final method is to gather all the seriously wounded soldiers, led by my two, open the city gate, and fight the orcs outside the city."

"What did you say! No!" Mu Xiong refused in shock.

How could he send his soldiers to die?

The other lieutenant bit his lip and remained silent, his eyes blurred by tears.

General Qiu also calmly smiled and said: "Old General, we have been following you for more than ten years, what life and death have not been seen? This time, it is the life and death of our Mu's army. If we sacrifice our wait, we can get a glimmer of life. Why hesitate? Moreover, there is no treatment medicine in our army. Even if we do not go, if we delay for a few days, we will all become useless. Instead of this, it is better to let our brothers go vigorously."

"No! Wait a minute. I have sent someone to urge the munitions for food, grass, and medicine. You will be fine!" Mu Xiongqiang endured the grief in his heart.

General Zhen laughed and said: "Old General, this is not the idea of ​​our brothers. It is the idea of ​​all the brothers lying in the medical camp. We lie there these few days, listening to the **** battles of the brothers in front, we feel ashamed. Ah! Let us do something for our Mu Jiajun."

Mu Xiong pressed his lips tightly and said nothing.

In his mouth, the clenched teeth were already so painful that he lost consciousness.

...

On the official road leading to Yicheng, the dust was flying, and Mu Qingge, who was rushing day and night, took her guards, and dared not stop for a moment.

"Little Sir, in a few hours, we will be able to rush to Yicheng." A guard who is familiar with the environment said to Mu Qing.

Mu Qingge strained his face and nodded slowly.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horse hooves ahead.

Someone from the guards immediately rode a horse to greet him. This kind of well-trained and extremely high response surprised Qin Yiyao who was accompanying along the way.

"Little Sir, it's Mo Yang and the others." After the guard saw the visitor clearly, he immediately sang to Mu Qing.

Mo Yang led a few people to explore the way forward. He came back now, but what happened?

Mu Qingge's eyes sank, and immediately patted his horse to greet him.

"Little Sir!" Mo Yang stopped in front of Mu Qingge, riding his horse, his handsome face was icy and said: "We found the body of Mu's army messenger ahead."

A cold light flashed in Mu Qingge's clear eyes, she said coldly: "Go."

Suddenly, hundreds of people moved towards the place where the body was found.

Did something happen?

Qin Yiyao was shocked, looked at Mu Qingge's back with some worry, and hurried to chase after him.