C588 Okay okay okay (2/2)

”Yes sir!” Everyone accepted the order and prepared to return home.

After a few steps, one of the Chitain soldiers suddenly shouted excitedly, ”Come on, here, there's a live one here. He's injured, unconscious, and he's not dead yet.”

When the soldiers heard that, they immediately ran over. Sure enough, they saw a wounded soldier lying on the ground with his face covered in blood.

The leader of the group, Amigu, bent down and grabbed the collar of his shirt. He took a look and saw a name embroidered on it.

Honggu.

”Men, take him back and let the doctors treat him.”

”Yes sir!”

The injured men were carried back to the camp in Chidan.

On the way to the Chidan Barracks, Lian Fu cautiously opened his eyes in a daze. He could vaguely see that he was getting further and further away from the Barracks of the Zhou Empire. He also saw a banner belonging to the Zhou Dynasty being chopped up by Chidan's soldiers!

He secretly clenched his fists as his eyes emitted a ghastly coldness.

Along the way, he had also heard from the soldiers if they were talking about the King of the Southern Courtyard, Yeruzhen, how wise he was, and how they had predicted him to be a god.

A hint of ridicule flashed through his eyes. He wanted to personally see if this Great King of the Southern Courtyard was truly as godly as they had said.

He smelled the blood, saw the smoke, and saw the people coming and going in and out of the camp. Some of them were also heavily injured, and some of them were throwing pieces of bloody beef into the big pots, as if they were preparing dinner.

”Put him here and tell the doctor to come take a look.” Lian Fu felt his body sinking down as the shelf was lowered. He slightly closed his eyes.

A moment later, he felt someone lift his eyelids, pry open his mouth, and take his pulse.

”His shoulder, back, legs, and face are all injured. Treat the wounds first and apply medicine. After a few days, he will be completely healed.” The doctor was at his side, probably exhorting the man in charge of the wounded.

”There's too much dirt on his face. The wound will get infected. Hurry and clean it.” When he heard this, his heart sank and he once again clenched his fists tightly.

In order to not let others see the appearance of the people of Zhou, he had personally destroyed his picturesque face, leaving behind a long scar on it. Now that he needed to clean up the mud, his heart could not help but feel uneasy.

”Quickly get up and fight a small battle. You're just half dead, and it's not like you're seriously injured. If word of this gets out, we're going to lose the face of the Southern Courtyard King!” Then he felt someone tug him up.

He sat up, grabbed the washbasin, buried his face in the water and washed it. Then, he wet his hair to cover his face. Then, he straightened his body and forcefully laid down.

The basin of water immediately turned into red blood. The soldier who was scolding him was immediately startled.