In a blink of an eye, it was about to pass, but no one came to deliver food in the prison cell. Ω

Zong Zheng was so hungry that he kept fighting outside from morning to afternoon. Zong Zheng looked out the iron window and felt very confused.

At this moment, the clanging sound of the cell door being opened was heard.

Zhang Yu came to Zongzheng, took the prison key and opened the prison door. He said with a serious expression: "You can leave!"

Zong Zheng looked at Zhang Yu and couldn't help but feel very surprised.

"Can I really leave?" Zong Zheng asked in disbelief.

"What are you talking about? Just leave." Zhang Yu was uneasy and naturally had some troubles, so his tone was more serious than usual.

When Zong Zheng saw Zhang Yu's angry look, he didn't dare to ask more questions, so he walked out of the prison and headed towards the gate of the cell.

Zhang Yu said again from behind.

"The city gates will be blocked in the past two days. After a while, you will leave the city again."

Zong Zheng said "Oh" and continued walking. After coming out, he felt his stomach gushing. When he saw a soldier, he went forward and asked,

"Brother, where is the cooking place in your military camp?"

The soldier pointed in one direction, and Zong Zheng headed in that direction.

When I arrived at the kitchen, Zong Zheng saw several large stoves, but the meal time had passed. I looked around and saw that there were all empty stoves, so I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Just as he was about to leave, he vaguely saw a big pot on the stove inside the kitchen vaguely steaming. Zong Zheng saw that no one was beside him and opened the pot. Seeing some steamed buns inside, he couldn't help but pick up a few and ate them. The food was really ugly and he was simply swallowing it.

But before I could eat a few bites, the steamed bun was suddenly grabbed from behind.

Zong Zheng turned around and saw an old man in a white coat standing in front of him. He angrily said, "Where did the soldier come from? Do you understand the military rules?"

Zong Zheng quickly explained: "Uncle, I am so hungry. I can't help it when I see food here. I'm sorry."

"Do you know, who did the food in this stove keep for?" The old man said with a heavy tone, meaning to blame.

"Who?" Zong Zheng asked weakly,

"This is for General Wang and General Zhang who came down from the battlefield. General Zhang has been fighting for so long and has not eaten yet. General Wang..." The old man suddenly choked up when he said General Wang.

When Zong Zheng saw the old man mentioning General Wang, he said a low voice, and stopped talking, and looked quite sad, he felt a little curious and couldn't help asking,

"What's wrong with General Wang?"

Seeing Zong Zheng's face was confused, it seemed that he didn't know that General Wang was shot and his life was hanging on the line. He was a little curious. All the soldiers knew about this, but why the people in front of him looked unaware of it, so he asked sternly,

"You are not a soldier in the army, tell me, who are you?"

Zong Zheng was a little nervous when asked by the old man. General Wang Jian said that he was a Mongolian traitor, and General Zhang Yu inexplicably released him. He himself didn't know what his current identity was, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Just as he was thinking and confused, Zhang Yu walked over.

When the old man saw Zhang Yu, he paid homage to him and said, "General Zhang."

When Zong Zheng saw Zhang Yu, he lowered his head and did not speak, and did not dare to look at Zhang Yu directly.

Zhang Yu asked the old man, "What's wrong?"

"This kid has unknown origin, and he even stole the steamed buns left for you. I'm asking him?" The old man grabbed Zong Zheng's hand and explained,

Zhang Yu looked at the person in front of him carefully and recognized him as Zong Zheng.

"Oh, this person is General Wang and my friend. You can put the steamed buns into two servings and give them one serving for me and him." Zhang Yu explained to the old man gently.

After hearing Zhang Yu's explanation, the old man glanced at Zong Zheng, and stopped talking, but turned around and picked up the steamed buns in the pot.

Zhang Yu patted Zong Zheng on the shoulder,

"Brother Mei Yong, the attitude was bad just now, don't be angry, I'm just a rough person."

Zong Zhengzheng looked at Zhang Yu,

"General Zhang, I'm not angry. I'm just wondering, General Wang said I'm a traitor, why did you let me go again?"

The old man brought two steamed buns, catching the hot steam on Yingying.

"General, your steamed buns." The old man handed two steamed buns to Zhang Yu, without any intention of giving them to Zongzheng.

Zhang Yu took the steamed bun and handed it to Zong Zheng.

"You haven't eaten yet. Come and eat together, explain while eating."

Zong Zheng just took a few bites and his stomach was still hungry. He took the steamed bun and thanked Zhang Yu and started eating.

"Actually, General Wang put you in a cell, not because he treated you as a traitor. He just wanted to try you." Zhang Yu explained,

"What to try?" Zong Zheng couldn't help but wonder,

Zhang Yu had a very bad appetite and had no intention of talking more, so he replied quickly.

"Nothing, you're free anyway!"

Zong Zheng thought that when the old man mentioned General Wang's expression just now, he felt that something must have happened to General Wang, so he asked with concern: "How is General Wang?"

General Zhang sighed.

"General Wang was shot two arrows. I heard from Doctor Hu that only people with deep internal skills can help General Wang escape this disaster, otherwise, they can only leave it to fate." As he said that, he put down the steamed bun in his hand.

After hearing this, Zong Zheng was very shocked and chewed the steamed buns in his mouth blankly, and finally understood the old man's expression just now.

Zhang Yu took a few steamed buns and put the bowl back on the stove.

"Eat slowly, I have something to deal with." After that, he left.

Zong Zheng looked at the sad eyes of the old man and Zhang Yu, and felt inexplicably unhappy in his heart, and muttered in his heart: "General Zhang said that only people with deep internal strength can save General Wang. I don't know how profound this internal strength should be? I have practiced the magical skills of the world renewal, and it seems that I have also practiced internal strength, but I don't know if my internal strength is deep enough? If I can help, it can be considered as repaying the kindness of food and accommodation in the past few days."

While thinking, two soldiers came next to him, and only one of them said: "This general Wang is in the safety of Diaoyu City, and is now seriously injured. If Diaoyu City is captured by the Mongols, they take advantage of the opportunity to go down from the Jialing River and meet with Kublai Khan in Ezhou, and our people of the Song Dynasty will be really in dire straits."

Another soldier wished: "I just hope that General Wang will be lucky and the heavenly world."

After hearing the conversation between the two, Zong Zheng felt more and more that he should go and help. Whether he could save it or not, he would feel at ease to try it.

Zong Zheng immediately put down the bowl in his hand and headed to the military clinic.

Zong Zheng walked into the museum and happened to see Hu Shicong, so he stepped forward and said hello, "Old man, do you still know me?"

Hu Shicong saw that the boy was that day and replied, "Your name is Mei Yong."

"It's the junior." Zong Zheng was a little curious. Why did the old man know his name and thought that it was important to save General Wang Jian, so he stopped obsessing about this issue.

"I said, Mei is for you, why are you here in this military clinic?" Hu Shicong asked kindly.

"I want to see how General Wang is injured?" Zong Zheng replied,

"Do you understand medicine?" Hu Shicong asked,

Zong Zheng shook his head.

"I don't understand, but I've practiced..."

Zong Zheng was about to follow the word "internal power", but when he reached his mouth, he thought, "First, the depth of his skills is still unknown, and secondly, exposing his martial arts will cause a lot of trouble." So he endured it back.

Hu Shicong asked, "What have you practiced?"

"Oh, I mean I have practiced taking care of patients. Can you let me stay with General Wang to take care of him? I have eaten and lived here for free, and I have not yet repayed General Wang's kindness."

Hu Shicong was concerned about Wang Jian's safety, so he did not go into the explanation of Zong Zheng. Seeing that Zong Zheng was also a very conscientious person, he agreed casually.

Zong Zheng followed Hu Shicong into the inner hall and entered Wang Jian's ward. Mrs. Wang was wiping the sweat beads on Wang Jian's forehead with a hot towel. When she saw a young man walking into the room, she thought it was a soldier who was helping her, so she ordered Zong Zheng to change a basin of hot water.

Zong Zheng did not shirk or explain, but just quietly picked up the basin and went out.

Hu Shicong didn't say anything, but just held a medical scripture and studied it carefully.

Time passes by bit by bit, and several hours have passed since the list was published.

The dark night was wrapped around the military clinic, and the air was filled with blood. Occasionally, the sound of wounded soldiers coughing.

Seeing that it was already night, Zhang Yu was afraid that the Mongolian army would attack in the dark night while Wang Jian was seriously injured, so he ordered Zhang Chi and Ma Qian and other generals to lead a team to patrol.

After seeing Zhang Yu for several hours, no one came to report the list. He couldn't help but lead Wang Anjie and Zhu Quanyi to push open the door and walk in.

Seeing Zhang Yu coming, Hu Shicong quickly put down the book and asked, "General Zhang, how about it?"

Zhang Yu shook his head.

Hu Shicong stroked his white beard and sighed.

"Hey! I have also consulted the medical scriptures, but I have not found a better treatment."

"But General Wang can't just drag it on like this." Zhang Yu was very anxious.

"Life and death are fate. Wait for another day, and wait for another day but no one helps it. It depends on what God will do?" Hu Shicong comforted Zhang Yu, but he was still unwilling to take such a big risk to heal Wang Jian, thinking about pushing his last hope to tomorrow.

The charcoal fire in the room turned almost finished, and the previous fiery red state disappeared. The ashes that had been burned over the charcoal blocks fell off little by little, fell into the furnace, and turned into ashes.

Everyone remained silent, not knowing what to do.

Zong Zheng had been swaying before, but he finally couldn't help it.

"Are you looking for someone with deep internal skills?" Zong Zheng asked intermittently, a little unconfident and mixed with some concerns.

"That's right, only people with deep internal skills can save General Wang's life." Hu Shicong replied.

Zong Zheng looked at Hu Shicong and hesitated: "I think I can give it a try."

When everyone heard Zong Zheng's words, they saw that Zong Zheng had made a try at a young age, and they all had an incredible attitude.

Zhu Panjiang said coldly: "You are a stinky boy. After learning a little martial arts, how strong can your internal strength be?" A trace of disdain flashed in your eyes.

Zhang Yu patted Zongzheng on the shoulder and said gently,

"Brother Mei, I know you are kind, but you really can't help."

Everyone was suspicious of Zong Zheng, but Hu Shicong had a belief in his eyes. He stood up and took a kettle from the table.
Chapter completed!