The Prodigal Son of the Empire

"Shh!"

One Vietnamese soldier drew his knife and shouted, "Brothers, are you hungry?"

"hungry!"

"But we have steamed buns now, but they won't let us eat them. What should we do?"

"grab!"

"Okay, brothers grab it!"

All the Yue soldiers took out their weapons and rushed over...

ps: vote for silver, brothers

[Author's digression]: The first update!

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Chapter 691 Arrangements after the war!

"What? What are you going to do?"

The order maintainers brought by Han Jian shouted in surprise.

But before he finished speaking, he was thrown down by a group of people, and the whole scene became even more chaotic.

As a last resort, they could only do it, and the two sides fought together.

And some people took the opportunity to crawl on the ground, picked up the steamed buns, simply patted the dust on the surface, and then quickly put them in their mouths.

"This!"

"This!"

Han Jian's eyes widened. He never expected such a thing to happen.

Just because of a steamed bun, as for this?

But he didn't know that there was a reason for this, step by step to make people's psychological changes, Wang Kang grasped it extremely accurately...

In the dark night, it was hard to tell who was who, and more and more people got involved.

And there is another group of people sitting around the fire, with dull eyes and numb faces, sitting with their legs crossed...

A murder caused by steamed buns is getting bigger and bigger!

Soon the soldiers came to find Han Jian.

"The commander-in-chief ordered, don't stop them, let them eat."

"But this..."

Han Jian looked at the mess in front of him and stomped his feet viciously.

He understands that the commander-in-chief can bear these because they can no longer stand such a toss, and if this continues.

If you are not crushed by the enemy, you will crush yourself.

"Stop it, stop it for me!"

"Don't stop them, let them eat!"

Han Jian stepped forward and hurriedly controlled it. With such tenderness, he finally managed to temporarily control it.

But there were also a lot of corpses lying on the ground!

Seeing this scene, Han Jian's heart ached so much that he almost burst into tears.

"Why? What the hell is this for?"

What is the reason?

no one can tell...

After a lot of tossing, it finally calmed down, the wounded were carried away, and the dead were buried.

The night was darker.

But also colder.

The soldiers tossed a wave, more tired, hungry and cold.

Many people looked at Pengcheng subconsciously. Will the enemy send him steamed buns again?

A good impression is built up little by little.

And the sense of belonging that originally belonged to the Vietnam Army faded away a little bit...

Chen Tang asked in a low voice: "How many people were injured just now?"

"More than three thousand people!"

Han Jian raised his head with difficulty.

"Bastard!"

Chen Tang scolded loudly, but he was obviously out of breath, and coughed dryly again.

"Big handsome, big handsome!"

Han Jian hurriedly said: "It's because I didn't think carefully, and the handling was too extreme..."

"It's not you, it's Wang Kang!"

Chen Tang said viciously: "This son is too vicious!"

"It's really vicious!"

Lan Yulin sighed and said, "He's trying to punish his heart, it doesn't look obvious, but soft knives are faster and more ruthless than real knives and guns!"

"The commander-in-chief is right. The most urgent thing is to report to His Majesty as soon as possible."

Lan Yulin thought for a while and said: "How about this, I will set off with the fourth prince tomorrow, go back to Beijing to meet the saint in person, and collect food and grass, this son of Wang Kang must stay in Yue, otherwise it will be a real disaster! "

"Just do it!"

Chen Tang said in a low voice: "Kill Wang Kang, I will apologize to His Majesty, because of my fault, I lost troops and generals, and ruined Your Majesty's plan!"