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Ye Siming's face was cold.

"It doesn't have to be like this. Jiang Xiaoran is my soldier. Before I set off, I promised the emperor that no one will die in the two armies I lead."

"To make sure nothing goes wrong, I will rescue Jiang Xiaoran tonight. If Young Master Qiao really wants to help, just stay in the camp and follow the main force to attack the nearby city."

Once it breaks through the nearby city, then Ye Siming's army will be able to march under the city and approach the king's city.

However, there is a general guarding the city near the city. I heard that he has never lost a battle, and he is also a famous general of Jin.

Qiao Xiu frowned slightly, looking at the white stretches wrapped around him.

"Are you sure you can? Your injury looks like..."

He didn't say anything, but Ye Siming decisively interrupted: "It's not important, I don't feel it."

Joshua was at a loss for words.

He said nothing, nodded and left.

After he left, Ye Siming tried to raise his arm.

No pain.

He played another set of punches by himself, with smooth moves and sharp movements.

It was as if he had never been injured, and it had no effect at all.

The so-called flesh wound was like a tickling to him.

Even if it hurts the muscles and bones, it will only feel a little discomfort.

That night, he went to rescue Jiang Xiaoran.

The people of Jin used Jiang Xiaoran as a bait and forced Ye Siming to stab him twice, otherwise they would not hand over Jiang Xiaoran.

Ye Siming stabbed himself with three knives without changing his face, scaring the people of Jin to madness.

The soldiers of Jin who were ambushing around rushed up, planning to kill Ye Siming while he was weak!

However, Ye Siming was able to do it with ease, his body was bleeding profusely, and he could even carry a broken sword, killing three rounds while surrounded by enemy troops!

In the end, although he did not see Jiang Xiaoran.

But the Jin people seemed to have seen a ghost, seeing more and more corpses on the ground, and Ye Siming had no other injuries except the three knives he had stabbed on his body!

They fled with shit.

Ye Siming wanted to chase again, but the blood flowed too much, and his physical strength decreased for a while.

He simply sat down and rested against the tree for a while, but he didn't want to fall asleep just like that.

When he woke up again, he was already carried back to the camp by the wolf army.

Ye Siming looked at the empty thumb at this moment.

He frowned deeply.

Has Gu Nuoer looked for him? Will you be worried if you can't find him?

The boy who has always been calm and casual, has a little anxiety in his heart.

After a while, the old military doctor was hurried over by Sergeant Luo.

"Master Hou, the wrench you mentioned has been found, here it is!" The old military doctor came in with a jade wrench.

Ye Siming hurriedly walked up: "Where's the red rope with the wrench?"

"This..." The old military doctor was in a dilemma.

Ye Siming frowned coldly: "Answer me!"

Sergeant Luo helped to speak: "Military doctor, you can tell Hou Ye! Save him from worrying, and the wound will crack again after a while!"

The old military doctor said tremblingly: "The red rope has been..."

Ye Siming's voice became more and more gloomy: "Lost?"

"No...it's broken." The old military doctor took out two pieces of red rope from his sleeves.

Stained by Ye Siming's blood, the red rope lost its original bright luster and looked a little dark.

He hurriedly took it in his hand and looked at it, frowning deeply.

How to do this? Can it still be used?

Ye Siming asked them to retreat first.

Try to tie the broken red rope together and put it back on your hand.

However, when he tried to call Gu Nuo'er's name——

But no one responded to him.

The red rope has lost its function of communication.

Ye Siming's heart sank.