After the beginning of summer, Xiaoman is the time. After Xiaoman, the weather becomes hotter and hotter, and it is almost time for Dragon Boat Festival.

The Fuyue army led by Wu'an Hou recaptured Jiuchuan, and the news of good news came one after another. Tens of thousands of Utu soldiers were defeated. The remaining soldiers fled westward and were all annihilated by the Fuyue army. At this point, He Yan led his army for nearly three months to win the desert and recover Jiuchuan.

The people of Jiuchuan cheered day by day, celebrating the hard-won victory. In the Fuyue army, no one dared to underestimate the young female marquis. She used victory to prove her bravery and wisdom.

He Yan sat in the room, counting the results of the battle. In the last victory, he captured and gained a lot. The deputy general walked in from outside and spoke respectfully: "Sir, the Lord of Jiuchuan City wants you to stay and leave after the Dragon Boat Festival."

Jiuchuan's utu soldiers had no chance to counterattack. After taking the matter here, she would return to Beijing immediately. However, it was probably because she was grateful to the soldiers of the Fuyue Army who drove away the utuos for them. The people all hoped that they could stay for more time.

Especially the female general.

When she was on the battlefield, she was majestic and terrifying, but she was particularly patient and happy to ordinary people.

He Yan asked: "How many days will the Dragon Boat Festival remain?"

"Five days left." The deputy general replied.

He Yan murmured, "Okay, after the Dragon Boat Festival, set off immediately."

People who have just been experiencing wars need a little hope. Staying here may allow them to gain strength from it and face the future that needs to start over.

Apart from fighting, she can do all she can do for the people here.

The house was clean and simple. When the Utu soldiers occupied Jiuchuan, they burned and killed and looted the city. All valuable things were taken away and burned. Even the house where she lives now was burned by half a wall.

He Yan looked at the map on the table and sighed indescribable light.

In the end, he took back Jiuchuan.

The news has not been sent back to Yunzi and Ji County, but the news from the other end of the Yangtze River has been sent back, and it seems that the momentum is quite good. Jiuchuan was able to win the battle so quickly, but it is because of the reason why she led her army to quell the rebellion of the Western Qiang Rebellion. Moxian is similar to Jiuchuan, and the Fuyue Army has been in Moxian, so she won it so smoothly.

I don’t know how Yan He and Xiao Jue are doing now.

She was thinking that someone came in outside and it was Wang Ba. Wang Ba took out a letter from his arms and said, "The message from the other end of Ji County is coming."

The brothers died one after another. Wang Ba is now much more calm. It is hard to see the domineering and arrogant appearance of the Liangzhou Guard in the past.

He Yan took the letter and couldn't wait to open it.

The last time I wrote to Jijun, I only knew that the plague was not optimistic. After so long, I don’t know how they are now.

It didn't take long to believe it, only a few words. He Yan looked at it and his expression became solemn.

Seeing that her expression was wrong, Wang Ba asked, "What's wrong? Are those ukuleles who are not easy to deal with?"

He Yan shook his head: "What happened to Yan He."

The letter was written by Yan He. Although the above mentioned a few words lightly, each sentence made He Yan frightened. Ji County has been in a stalemate with Utu in the past few months, but it is generally good. The only bad one is Yan He. The letter said that he was hit by Utu's unsolvable poison. He heard that Jiuchuan had been recaptured. Yunzi and Bingjiang and Ji County were not in the same direction. The only one that was slightly closer was Jiuchuan.

Yan He said that he was afraid that there was not much time, and that no one would lead his troops after he left, so he asked He Yan to come to help. At the end of the letter, he even had the intention to make a few jokes, saying that when Rundu He Yan asked for help with him, he led his troops to come. Now, he just thought that Rundu had saved the siege.

Although he was still joking, He Yan knew that the situation would not be very good. You should know that Lin Shuanghe followed Yan He to Ji County. If it were ordinary poison, how could Lin Shuanghe not be able to resolve it? Yan's letter said that he had not had much time...

She stood up suddenly.

Wang Ba asked: "What are you going to do?"

"I can't wait for the Dragon Boat Festival to complete the order. I will sort out my arms today and set off tomorrow to go to Jijun."

...

In summer, the grass is lush, and after a night of rain, the soil is filled with a moist and fishy smell.

By the river, a man in marinated clothes was pounding the herbs in front of him and carefully mixing several herbs together.

The soldiers passing by kindly advised: "Doctor Lin, you have been here for a night, so take a break."

Lin Shuanghe raised his head and showed a unshaven face. He looked very haggard. Because he was busy all night, blood bleeded in his eyes. At first glance, it was very scary.

He raised his head, and seemed to be shook by the sunlight. After a while, he shook his head and said hoarsely: "No."

The soldiers on patrol were a little strange. Doctor Lin didn't know what was going on. From a few days ago, he had to dress up some herbs day and night. Logically speaking, the plague has been pacified and he didn't have to work so hard, but he was in a hurry, not knowing why.

However, Lin Shuanghe didn't listen, and he had no choice but to shake his head and leave.

Lin Shuanghe looked down at the herbs in the clay pot.

Almost two months have passed.

He did not develop an antidote. What's worse is that Yan He's poison was getting deeper and deeper and he had already started vomiting blood. He found some herbs and could only make Yan He look less haggard, so as not to be discovered by the Yan family army. The poison in the wound had already been soaked in the internal organs. Lin Shuanghe knew very well that Yan He had not had much time left.

He was busy day and night just to find a way, but no matter how hard he tried, Yan He's poison was ineffective.

He had to admit that he was powerless.

In the past, although he was a "white-clothed saint" in Shuojing, the medical department he treated was mostly difficult and complicated, and had no worries about life. Life is the greatest thing in life. As long as he has life, he is not despair. But now, he has to watch his friends get closer to death day by day, and he, a doctor, is helpless.

Lin Shuanghe lowered his head and pounded the herbs, murmured: "Let's get faster, faster..."

The juice of the herbs pounded by an iron pestle in the clay pot splashed, and some splashed on his face, scented with a bitter fragrance. As he pounded, huge weakness and sadness swept over. He stopped his hand and suddenly his eyes turned red.

He had never longed for it as much as he was now. He could save Yan He by improving his medical skills and making more diligent, instead of doing something irrelevant as he is now.

But the people around them don’t know that every time their master fights, they pay the price of their lives.

Lin Shuanghe stood up, washed his hands by the river, paused for a while, and approached Yan He's tent.

A depressing low cough sounded, and the moment Lin Shuanghe lifted the tent, he saw the scene of Yan He wiping the blood beads at the corner of his lips.

"You!" he screamed in shock.

"Sound down." Yan He shook his head at him, "Don't be seen by others."

Lin Shuanghe put down the curtain, stepped forward a few steps, grabbed Yan He's wrist to take his pulse for him. Yan He quietly let him move. After a while, Lin Shuanghe put down his hand and looked at him with trembling lips.

Yan He asked: "How long will I have?"

Lin Shuanghe did not answer.

"It seems that it's been these days." Yan He smiled, a little unwilling to accept it, and seemed relieved, "Calculate the time I will send a letter to He Yan, and it's probably time for her to arrive in a few days. The time is just right. I don't know if I can see her again."

"...No," Lin Shuanghe said subconsciously, "I can also make an antidote. When I wait, I will definitely be able to do it. Besides, those ututors must have an antidote in their hands... As long as they find them, they will definitely get the antidote!"

"You are really stupid as always. Even if you haven't fought a war, you should have some brains," Yan He said disdainfully: "Those ukuleles have watched the arrow shoot me with their own eyes. It's only easy to get rid of me. How could they hand over the antidote? Believe it or not, even if I catch the Lord General and exchange their Lord General's life for exchange, they won't hand over the antidote. There is only one possibility. If I am willing to surrender and be driven by them, I may be able to save my life by chance, but I, the Yan family, will not do this."

"A general of Guide..." Yan He smiled, "Even if they lose this battle, they will not lose."

"And you," Yan He frowned and looked at him, "If you could make the antidote, will you wait until now? Forget it, you are just a doctor, not the King of Hell, so how can you decide a person's life and death? You don't have to think too much. You should keep your life and Marquis Wu'an to save him."

Lin Shuanghe looked painful.

Although he and Yan He were talking back and forth with each other, they were disgusted with each other. Although he hated Yan He for being arrogant and aggressive, Yan He also looked down on him for being ignorant, he was always considered a "friend" for so many years.

"You don't have to cry." Yan He looked at his expression, as if he was disgusted. "You doctors are not used to life and death, why aren't I able to think about it yet? You are so uncomfortable! You still have to come down to accompany me in a few decades. I will go to the classmate who disguises himself as a man to discuss it first."

Why did it come to this time? He was still thinking about the competition. Lin Shuanghe couldn't help laughing. After laughing, he felt even more sad and silent. He asked, "You haven't thought about what to do with your sister-in-law and Mu Xia in the future?"

Yan He's originally heartless expression suddenly froze.

He remembered the woman who always smiled gently and was eagerly looking forward to him before leaving. She was so considerate and knew her news... She should cry, and she should be very sad.

Yan He suddenly became sad, and his chest seemed to be blocked with a ball of wet cotton, which made people suffocate and dull.

After a long time, he slowly spoke: "Before I left, I promised Chengxiu and try my best to rush back to meet Muxia for the first time."

"But now it seems that I'm going to break my promise."

He lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Chengxiu hates people who are untrustworthy the most. If I don't go back, she should be angry. Lin Shuanghe, if you look back and see her, please tell her that I didn't mean it."

"I have a bad temper. On the surface, everyone respects me. I know, but I don't like me in fact. Just like you, Xiao Huaijin and He Yan, I can't be a friend, but I'm not good at being a husband. I originally wanted to continue my efforts and be the best father in Shuojing, but..."

His voice was low: "No chance."

Lin Shuanghe wanted to speak, but opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

"I used to think that if Cheng Xiu gave birth to a daughter, she was called Muxia, and if she was a son, she was called a good general. But now thinking about it, if she was a son, she could also be called Muxia."

"I originally wanted to watch her grow up with my own eyes. When she grows older, I will teach her. Good generals will not be afraid to survive, and martyrs will not ruin their rituals to survive. Now there is nothing more to do, but I think there is nothing better to teach her than this. When she grows up in the future, she will know that her father died in the battlefield. If I don't need to teach her, she will understand."

When he talked about the unborn Muxia, his eyes finally softened, nostalgic and gentle.

Lin Shuanghe closed his eyes.

These words like last words pierced into his heart like countless sharp needle tips.

"You don't have to be sad for me, nor do you have to be heartbroken for me. The general's death on the battlefield is the best destination. Although I have regrets, I don't regret it." Yan He stood up, walked out of the camp, and looked into the distance, the direction of the city tower.

"Everyone who goes to the battlefield is ready to die here."

"A few days left," he said, "continue and look forward."

...

When He Yan arrived in Ji County, he saw Lin Shuanghe who was completely different from the past.

The elegant young man who always had white robe and folded fans, and was graceful at all times, looked haggard and unpopular. His clothes were covered with blood and mud, and his face seemed to have not been washed for a few days, his beard was unshaven, and he was so decadent that He Yan almost didn't recognize him at all.

"Brother Lin..." She turned over and dismounted and stepped forward to ask.

"You are here," Lin Shuanghe finally had a little anger in his dim eyes. He said quietly: "Come and see Yan He."

Yan He died on the battlefield.

He was infected with a poison that was unsolvable. He knew that the intense activity would make the toxicity spread faster and deeper, but he refused to stop because of the war. If only a piece of candle was left, he burned desperately and finally burned himself to pieces.
To be continued...