Chapter 387

Outside Ketan.

Before Zheng Yuanyun left, the 500000 troops deliberately redeployed. Although the number was much smaller than before, they still surrounded the whole city.

At this moment, on the periphery of Ketan city to Xilong City, the sentinels in charge of guarding suddenly found that someone was running towards them from a distance.

When I got closer, I could see the man's blood all over and his face was covered with blood. Except for the armband, I couldn't tell his true identity at all.

The sentry's heart tightened, immediately asked the left and right to hold the gun, and shouted, "stop and take another step forward. Don't blame us for being rude!"

"Brother... Brother, I'm my own... My own person!"

The bloody man who stumbled and ran was obedient. He immediately stopped, his body was soft, fell and sat on the ground, breathing heavily in his mouth.

Several sentinels looked at each other, and immediately someone ran a few steps to the bloody man, squatted down and checked each other's injury, and said urgently, "which army are you from, what's the matter?"

"I... I..."

The bloody man is Gu Qingfeng. No doubt, his injury is very serious. It's really heavy. There's no following after two words. His eyes turned over and he fainted.

"Come on, come on!"

The sentry was shocked at the sight, and the other party's armband was indeed owned by his own army. Afraid of something big, he quickly called his companions to help carry people.

At the same time, he also hurriedly sent people to the rear barracks to find the generals who could be the master to see the blood man's injury. No matter who saw it, he would think that something big had happened.

Soon, Gu Qingfeng was carried back to the camp.

Soon, a group of generals came to the camp and frowned at Gu Qingfeng, who was still in a coma.

"Who is he? Does anyone know him?"

The generals looked at each other. The leader was a colonel, surnamed Ma Minghui. He looked around at his classmates' robes and raised his fingers to Gu Qingfeng.

"This..."

People shook their heads one after another. More than a million soldiers in the army, even the generals who never forget, dare not say they know each other.

This man obviously came from Xilong City, that is, one of the two million soldiers taken away by Lord Zheng. I'm afraid few of the soldiers left here know him.

It's also very troublesome to check the establishment. You have to go to Xilong city to find his original army before you can find out.

For a moment, the people had a headache in the face of fainting Gu Qingfeng.

The military doctor straightened up after simply bandaging Gu Qingfeng, wiped a cold sweat on his forehead, and relaxed his airway: "well, my life should be saved."

Ma Hui hurriedly asked, "doctor Mo Jun, look at the injury on this man. Is there any possibility of... Fraud?"

"Fraud?"

As soon as the middle-aged Mo Junyi heard it, he puffed his eyes bigger than the bronze bell, shook his head and said, "it's impossible!"

"His injury is serious enough to threaten his life. If I hadn't treated him in time, he couldn't even save his life. How could there be the possibility of fraud?"

Ma Hui pondered for a moment, but insisted, "why don't you show me again?"

Doctor Mo looked up at him for a long time, finally shook his head, sighed and buried himself to check Gu Qingfeng's injury.

"Look at the splashing direction of the blood?"

"Look at the extent of the wound?"

He carefully opened the wounds that had just been bandaged, pointed them one by one to Ma Hui, and said, "these wounds match the blood on his clothes. I can responsibly say that his wounds are not fraud!"

He pointed to one place and Ma Hui looked at it. He nodded slightly as he looked. Doctor Mo Jun said it was reasonable and justified, so he couldn't help but believe it.

"I see. Thank you, doctor Mo Jun."

After Mo Jun's doctor bandages Gu Qingfeng's wound, Ma Hui takes a long breath and bows to Mo Jun's doctor.

This is why Gu Qingfeng first kept his military uniform clean and tidy, and then cut himself into a bloody man.

Of course, this is Chen Ze's idea, just let Gu Qingfeng realize it.

To make such a contradictory move, the fear is that the other party will carefully check his injury because of doubt in his heart. In this way, the military doctor will naturally be more convincing by comparing the wound with the blood.

"So this guy is really a soldier on the front line?"

Ma Hui touched his chin and pondered, "but how could he be covered with blood and come back?"

"Is it difficult..."

"Brother Ma, what's wrong with adults?"

While thinking about it, others also guessed that one of the generals changed his face slightly.

"What can be the problem?"

Ma Hui stared at him, but he was also very uncertain.

If there's no problem, what's the matter with this blood?

At first sight, he fought his way back!

If you want to know the truth, you probably have to wait until this guy wakes up.

"Oh, by the way, maybe you can see this!"

He was in a fog. He wanted to ask when the doctor Mo Jun would wake up. He didn't want the other party to open his mouth first. He pointed to what Gu Qingfeng had been holding tightly in his hand and said, "his hand is very tight. I pulled it twice and didn't open it. I think it's a very important thing."

The crowd saw Gu Qingfeng's right hand. Sure enough, they saw a dirty thing in his fist. From the shape, it should be a piece of cloth and silk.

"This is..."

Ma Hui frowned, stretched out his hand, pulled a little cloth corner exposed from the crack of his fist, pulled it twice, and was really held tight by him.

But the color of this thing

Ma Hui naturally saw this much more than Mo Junyi. From the faintly discernible brass color, he suddenly guessed something.

"No!"

He suddenly shouted and eagerly ordered, "break off his hand!"

The officers and men listened to the order and quickly raised their hands, broke their fingers, bit by bit, finally broke the clenched fist and took out the clenched thing.

Ma Hui grabbed it, and his heart suddenly became more heavy. He quickly spread it on the table. He was shocked at the sight.

"This is the help request written by Lord Zheng!"

As soon as he said this, all the generals were surprised. They gathered their heads together and looked at it. They immediately shouted: "yes, this is Lord Zheng's handwritten letter!"

"I hope your department will mobilize troops to our place as soon as possible. The military situation is urgent... Don't neglect it?"

The people carefully distinguished the handwriting on the document that was not covered by blood. Each word was read out, and their complexion was ugly.

As for this, who was it sent to?

Unfortunately, it is estimated that the head part was torn off in the competition. Now we don't know.

However, what is certain is that this is indeed the handwritten letter of Lord Zheng Yuanyun. What is also certain is that the stamp at the end is indeed the official seal of Lord Zheng. This matter can not be fake!

So