Chapter 172 Long Night and Long Song (2)

After half an hour.

A temporary medical area built on the ruins.

When Xie Yuduo arrived after hearing the news, Jiang Jianming had already finished all the treatment procedures that could be done by pressing Ryan.

The first is debridement. Live tissue is removed, blood clots are removed, and medication is rinsed. Then, the beam therapy device is irradiated, blood transfusion, and simple bandaging.

"Hey, ahhhhhhhh-"

The person who can shout like that must not be His Highness Ryan. Tang Zhen was also here. He had two broken ribs. Fortunately, his lungs were not punctured, and there was no internal bleeding. Medics are helping him immobilize him, putting on a chest strap.

Beimaner accompanied him, pouted: "Now I know it hurts."

Tang Zhen: "What do you know, on the battlefield you have to have the aura of a tough guy who doesn't change his face even if he is injured, otherwise your teammates will be frightened and demoralized when you call them. Now there are no outsiders, so don't shout for nothing... Hiss! Tap lightly..."

Jiang Jianming sat on the other side, his face was pale, he closed his eyes and did not say a word.

Ryan slowly put on his coat, slammed over, and wanted to hug him again.

Xie Yuduo rushed over from the North District, and his face was also covered in mud and dirt. There were still beads of sweat hanging from his chin. He wiped it with bloody gloves, but it became even more dirty.

"His Royal Highness, little lord," he looked at the situation, and didn't know who to console first, "Uh, are you two...?"

Lean noticed it sharply, preempted him, and pointed at Jiang Jianming with his chin: "He's a little dizzy."

Xie Yuduo: "??"

Saying that a Yin Beidou officer faints blood, it is really yours.

"I said it," Jiang Jianming retorted weakly with his head down and eyes closed, his voice hoarse, "I am angry with you."

He said, put his hand into the inner pocket of his clothes, and took out the close-fitting sedative box, "Come here, get an injection."

Ryan grabbed the box and stuffed it back into his clothes. "Sedative injections will dull the crystal bone. There may be a night attack tonight, so I can't fight it."

Jiang Jianming opened his eyes suddenly, and said coldly: "Shut up. Hundreds of thousands of imperial troops are here, do you really think of yourself as the only fighting force? No matter how bad temper is, the crystal teaching can consume you to death. "

This is too rude to say, Tang Zhen and Beiman'er were too frightened to breathe. Xie Yuduo looked at his nose, nose and heart, turned his head and pretended to be looking at the moon.

The crown prince was really annoyed, he retorted, and began to scold Jiang Jianming for daring to give out his personal tranquilizer. No matter how big the heart is, sooner or later, there will be no medicine for the disease.

The north wind blew through the cold night, the lights set up in the temporary medical area swayed overhead, and people kept coming and going.

These two His Royal Highnesses have no "idol burden", one is injured and the other is sick, so you and I are arguing. After about ten minutes, he stopped by himself and leaned back together.

"Where's Wilson?" Jiang Jianming asked lightly panting. He was tired from the noise. At this time, his heartbeat and breathing were a little faster, and he felt cold.

He simply pulled Lean onto himself, shook off the thermal blanket and wrapped the two of them together.

"Let him go after the battle. That guy is too dumb... It seems that your vision is not much better."

Ryan plausibly spoke with a look of disdain: "When you asked me 'how old are you', I at least knew you were talking about me being naive. He didn't even know."

Jiang Jianming: "...Can you not seek superiority in this kind of thing?"

"Major General," Tang Zhen said with an expressionless face, "these two are treating their bickering as flirting."

Xie Yuduo patted the back of his head: "Oh, it's already been."

When Jiang Jianming heard it, he turned his head and said quietly, "What?"

"No, no, no," Tang Zhen said anxiously and pulled Beiman'er, "We're talking about happy wedding, little Jiang!"

I don't know when, the wounded who were lying and sitting in the distance moved to this side little by little.

Some of these gray-faced soldiers were only slightly injured, some had broken bones and amputations, and their organs were damaged; some were almost in chaos and were rescued by three generations of sedatives, but most of their faces were fused with flesh and blood. .

But now, even the seriously wounded, who didn't know how long they could last, tried their best to keep their eyes open, and looked straight at the noble generals and royal family, jokingly and angry like ordinary people.

Looking around, the long night and the wind and snow have no end.

Ruins, lights, footsteps.

A faint smell of blood and death.

Suddenly, a soldier made a hoarse voice.

"Your Highness—"

The trembling tail sound dissipated into the night.

Jiang Jianming had already closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, but he was still a little confused when he was woken up by this sound. Ryan patted him to continue resting, then turned his head.

The soldier was lying on the ground, half of his face bandaged, only one eye exposed, his chest sunken deep, and his breathing was short and weak.

This person is about to die, and perhaps that's why he mustered the courage to speak out.

When he saw that the prince had really turned his head and ignored him, facing those emerald green icy lake-like eyes, the soldier showed an excited and terrified expression.

The surroundings seemed to be a little quieter.

Ryan was about to ask "what's the matter", but he paused.

"I'm listening," he said.

The seriously wounded soldier was even more nervous, unable to say anything, and finally shook his head with difficulty.

There was a hint of doubt in the crown prince's stern eyebrows.

Jiang Jianming also woke up, sat up straight and said softly, "You are too scary. I have always said that Your Highness should be more close to the people."

After he said that, he looked around the surrounding soldiers again, and his heart suddenly moved.

Although the battle during the day was successful, it failed to cause a devastating blow to the Crystal Cult. If the other party still has any trump card, it should be used soon.

Both sides are regrouping tonight. Tomorrow is bound to be another round of fierce battles, and more lives will be lost in the wind and snow.

"Your Highness, Major General Xie."

Jiang Jianming gestured with his eyes, and Xie Yuduo understood that he would approach.

He lowered his voice and said: "The matter of crystal particles, let's talk about it tonight. In fact, I have made my own decision and let some people hear it."

Tang Zhen wondered, "What about the crystal particles?"

Xie Yuduo frowned. He suddenly heard the truth from Laian that day, and there was an uproar in his heart.

He had been angry at Old Marshal Chen's cover-up before, but it was not incomprehensible when he calmed down. This matter is too big, and once the situation is out of control, unforeseen consequences are likely to occur.

Speaking up means choosing to trust the other person.

Before the war, the crown prince treated several of their senior officers the same way, and now Jiang Jianming treats the entire army the same way.

Ryan: "It should be said. Those who bleed for the country have the right to know why they died. The far-planet and the Empire are almost disconnected, and there is no need to worry about causing large-scale turmoil."

The prince has said so, and Xie Yuduo has no objection. He looked around: "But now the personnel are scattered, and it's not easy to lecture... How about opening a military channel?"

Jiang Jianming nodded. He looked around, and there happened to be a piece of debris outside the temporary medical area. Part of the watchtower was smashed, and there was a high place.

If you stand up and raise your arms and shout, the momentum should be very good.

He gave Ryan a wink: "Go on, let's talk."

Ryan: "You go."

Jiang Jianming: "You want to be close to the people..."

Ryan: "I'm hurt."

Jiang Jianming retreated in frustration, and turned to look at Xie Yuduo expectantly.

Xie Yuduo immediately took three steps back, and his face changed exaggeratedly: "Don't be kidding, little lord, I just found out, how can I explain it clearly?"

Tang Zhen was confused and asked Beimaner, "What are they talking about?"

Beimaner was in shock, but after all, she had followed Jiang Jianming through the empire's annual civil strife and counterattack, and she had a vague premonition.

She grabbed Tang Zhen's hand nervously and whispered, "I don't know either, but...it must be a big deal."

There was a small friction sound next to him, and Jiang Jianming stood up resignedly.

"Okay." He adjusted his collar with one hand, sighed calmly, and looked around, "I'll go and say... Wait a moment."

Ryan: "What are you looking for?"

"Let's get some atmosphere."

Jiang Jianming gestured: "The national flag or something, is there?"

Its daybreak.

When the light of the stars fell on the earth again, the outline of the fortress, which was once covered by the darkness, became clear again.

In the southern district, the two bishops of Destruction and Death are sitting on a high platform. Su was predicting the next tactics of the Imperial Army, and Margaret listened quietly.

Suddenly, the expressions of the two of them changed slightly.

"what sound?"

Su raised his head and looked at the two areas where the Imperial Army was stationed.

He knew that there was a meeting in the empire last night, and that any notice was sent to the entire army at the same time.

This is unusual. The general order is progressive. The top general first informs the lieutenant, and the lieutenant informs the captains of the various departments, and it is conveyed all the way to the soldiers.

Don't know what the empire is doing. Su thought about whether to take the opportunity to attack at night last night, but the opponent had already regained the regional defense right of the fortress, and the effect of the surprise attack was not great, and finally gave up the idea.

Margaret said suddenly, "Someone is singing."

Su: "Sing?"

If you listen carefully, someone is really singing.

The singing was rough, hoarse, and irregular. Many people were sing-along, and it came from the east and the north.

The long and sonorous tune, with a hint of tragic and solemn in its generosity, reminds people of the ascetic who trudged through the long night with lanterns and spears, and their spears always pointed to the east of the sunrise.

The song fell on the white snow, on the black broken wall.

In the temporary medical area of ​​the Eastern District, the seriously wounded soldier who had called out to the prince last night lay on his back on the ground, and there was no longer white mist exhaling from his nose and mouth.

The song fell on the soldier's temples, and the soldier's eyebrows and lips were stretched out, very peaceful, like falling asleep on a snowy winter morning.

The medic silently shook off a long white cloth, covered his body and face, and carried the body away.

In the southern district, the wind blew the robes of the two bishops. Margaret listened for a moment, and said in an ethereal voice, "It's the national anthem."

Su: "Country... song?"

Margaret: "Anthem of the Empire."

Su pursed the corners of his mouth. A few seconds later, he summoned the congregation and asked if he could learn from the "alien creatures" in the sky what the Imperial Army said last night.

The answer was easy to come by, and the Empire was not prepared to keep it secret.

"They conveyed the truth of the crystal particles to the whole army, Your Excellency."

The Crystal Cult members bowed their heads respectfully, "There is still history."

Su showed an incomprehensible expression.

"And ordered the soldiers to sing?" he asked.

"No." The clergy said, "As far as our people have seen, there is no relevant order."

"The story was over in less than an hour, but someone in the East District hoisted the national flag and didn't take it down. At dawn, the soldiers under the flag spontaneously sang the national anthem."

"The surrounding area followed suit, and the singing spread to the North District, and they sang along there, so that's how it is now."

A trace of confusion flashed in the black-robed man's eyes.

He didn't understand why after learning the earth-shaking truth, the reaction of the imperial soldiers would be like this.

In Miao Miao's singing, Su felt for the first time that he never really understood his own race.

But there is no way out.

Su looked at Margaret, the girl's blue eyes were peaceful and her white hair fluttered in the air.

He knew that death was a humanoid weapon domesticated by Archbishop Gaius. Soon, this weapon will be activated.