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"Sir, it's not good!"

Peng Sihai reported solemnly: "There's news from the military camp that more than a hundred people have escaped."

In fact, the number of escapees was not accurate at all. After Lu Cheng's death, the people in the military camp were uneasy and in chaos. It was difficult to count the number of casualties in the daily battles. We could only estimate the number of soldiers left in the military camp.

Now we only know that several tents are empty, and a group of soldiers secretly escaped by colluding with each other. It is not clear how many people escaped.

This is not a good thing. We must stop it as soon as possible, otherwise there will be more deserters.

Zheng Chen raised his head unhappily: "Tell Lu Cheng to send people to chase the deserters and kill them without mercy!"

Peng Sihai replied helplessly: "General Lu has died in the battle."

Lu Cheng was indeed injured on the city gate that day, but the fatal blow came from Zhao Wuqiaoran's back.

Zheng Chen frowned even more tightly: "Then let Zhao Wu deal with it!"

Peng Sihai whispered, "Sir, General Zhao was wounded in five or six places today. He has been given medicine, but he still has a high fever. There are only two doctors in the city, and they were both captured to treat General Zhao's injuries. Neither of them is sure they can cure General Zhao. Maybe General Zhao won't even make it through tonight."

Zheng Chen's forehead was bulging with veins, and he suddenly threw away the pen in his hand: "I'll go to the military camp and take a look!"

Peng Sihai knew that Zheng Chen was in a daze at night, and he was not at ease letting Zheng Chen go to the military camp like this, so he hurriedly followed him.

As soon as Zheng Chen walked out of the study, he was blown by the chilly wind of early spring and became much more sober.

He walked quickly into the barracks. The barracks were indeed in chaos because of the deserter incident. Some people were shouting that they wanted to chase the deserters, and it was unclear whether they were planning to never come back.

Zheng Chen's eyebrows jumped again and again. He suppressed his anger and said loudly: "It's dark now. We don't know where the escaped people have gone. There's no need to chase them. Everyone go back to the military tents and go to sleep. We'll count the number of people tomorrow morning."

Zheng Chen stood straight, his eyes sharp in the cold wind. The soldiers responded sparsely and returned to the military tent reluctantly.

It took at least half an hour for the military camp to return to peace.

Zheng Chen suppressed the anger in his heart and went to visit Zhao Wu.

Zhao Wu was wounded in five places in total, the other four were minor injuries, but the knife wound on his waist and abdomen was the most serious, which should have injured his internal organs. He was wrapped in layers of bandages, but blood still seeped out.

The two doctors who were captured both had bitter faces and said tremblingly: "I have really tried my best."

"I have been practicing medicine for 20 years, and my medical skills are pretty good. General Zhao's injury is really serious, so I have bandaged him, applied medicine, and prescribed a decoction for him to drink. Now, we can only rely on whether General Zhao is strong enough."

These two folk doctors are far inferior to the skilled imperial physicians in the Imperial Medical Bureau.

Zheng Chen looked gloomy and coldly looked at the two doctors: "If General Zhao can survive, you can survive. Otherwise, both of you will be buried with him!"

The two doctors looked pale and wanted to hold their heads and cry.

Zhao Wu seemed to be awakened by Zheng Chen's cold voice. He opened his eyes with difficulty and said weakly, "Young Master!"

Peng Sihai was refreshed: "Sir, General Zhao is awake."

Zheng Chen waved his hand and had the two doctors taken away, then he sat down beside the bed.

Zhao Wu's eyes were blurred, and it took him a while to regain focus. His voice was extremely weak: "Young Master, please leave quickly."

Zheng Chen pursed his thin lips.

"Yuzhou can no longer be defended." Zhao Wu exhausted all his strength and uttered a few words intermittently: "My lord, leave quickly while the city is still there."

"As long as the green mountains remain, we can make a comeback in the future."

"Sir, save your life first! Run away!" After saying that, Zhao Wu fainted again.

Zheng Chen sat for a long time without saying anything.

Outside the military tent, the wind was howling and cold, as if the heaven and earth were playing a mournful song.

All ambitions and great undertakings were blown away by this sad song.

"Young master, let's go!" Peng Sihai's voice sounded in his ears.

Zheng Chen stood up suddenly as if he was pricked by a needle, and glared at him: "Leave? Where to!"

The whole world is the territory of the Liang Dynasty. Where else can he go?
Peng Sihai gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go to the border and seek refuge with General Fan."

Zheng Chen sneered: "General Fan only cares about the Fan family and his own future. He doesn't even care about the life of his own granddaughter. He forced Fan to death with just one letter! How could he be willing to take in a traitor like me!"

"Then let's go out of the pass and go to the grassland outside the pass." Peng Sihai quickly took over the conversation, obviously he had already thought about this problem in his mind: "Outside the pass there are Rouran, Tatar, and many small tribes. We will ride all the way to the grassland and find a tribe to stay in..."

"Shut up!" Zheng Chen was furious. "How can I be a stray dog ​​and hide outside the pass? Don't ever say that again!"

Peng Sihai had no choice but to stop talking, but he had made up his mind. When the crisis came, he would secretly knock the young master unconscious and take him out of Yuzhou City.

As long as you are alive, you have the hope of making a comeback. Once you die, there is nothing left.

……

Zheng Chen did not leave, but fell asleep in the military tent in the barracks.

He slept uneasily and had nightmares.

Peng Sihai, the trusted guard, was also restless and was awakened after sleeping for a while. He had no choice but to stay by the young master's bed and comfort his master from time to time: "Young master, are you having a nightmare?"

"It's just a dream, don't be afraid, sir."

"Yuzhou City is still there!"

Zheng Chen opened his eyes, his gaze was unfocused and he didn't know where he was looking. It took a long time before he closed his eyes again.

Peng Sihai was so sleepy that he fell asleep sitting on the bed with his clothes on.

At four o'clock in the morning, there was suddenly a fire in Yuzhou City.

The fire started out in one or two spots, but soon it spread to two or three spots. The tiny spots of fire quickly gathered into a large area. Accompanied by panicked cries, it resounded throughout the entire Yuzhou City.

The military camp of the rebel army in Yuzhou was also in chaos.

"Master, it's bad! The military camp has been blown up!"

Peng Sihai, who had always been calm in the face of adversity, was completely panicked. He stretched out his hand and suddenly woke Zheng Chen up: "Master, we have to find a safe place to hide immediately."

Anyone who has been in a military camp knows how terrible a camp bombing is.

The soldiers were like mad beasts in the darkness, some running around, some screaming, and some slashing at anyone they saw with knives. At this time, no matter how noble your status was, it was useless. You were even more likely to become the target of the camp's roar.

Zheng Chenjun’s face turned pale. He said nothing, quickly got up from the bed, and left the military tent with Peng Sihai.

As luck would have it, a group of soldiers rushed over to blow up the camp. Peng Sihai didn't think twice and swung his sword to kill. Several guards guarding outside the military tent immediately drew their swords to kill.

Zheng Chen's throat tightened, and he also drew out his long sword. (End of this chapter)