Chapter 242: Lin City Cannot Not Be Defended

And Adunla chased to outside the city gate but stopped his steps; he naturally understood the principle of not pursuing a desperate enemy.

More importantly, he didn't dare to bet on whether there was an ambush in the city!

Sure enough, the next moment many soldiers on the city wall appeared one after another, all aiming their bows at the Xiongnu main army, and behind them, one could still see spears like a forest and flags fluttering!

"Sure enough, there is an ambush! Retreat!"

Adunla snorted disdainfully; this battle was already a great victory for them. As long as they fought steadily, taking down the Zhenbei Army was just a matter of time.

The Vice General stood on the city wall and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the Xiongnu retreat.

The Prince of Zhenbei had once told him that Adunla was suspicious by nature, so few traps could make him fall into them, but because of this, he could be utilized.

"Ah! Ah!! My leg!"

Wei Xikang's scream attracted the Vice General's attention, and he hurriedly stepped forward to check, only to see an arrow stuck in Wei Xikang's left leg, which should have been shot by the Xiongnu's stray arrows during the retreat.

"Quick! Call the doctor!" The Vice General couldn't care about anything else, hurriedly picked up Wei Xikang, and walked toward the main camp.

At this moment, Wei Xikang's face was pale, perhaps because of excessive blood loss, or perhaps because of fear!

"My arm!" Wei Xikang struggled to get up, but was pressed down firmly by the Vice General.

"Your Highness, don't panic, the doctor will be here soon!"

The Vice General's words did not get any response, and he saw that Wei Xikang had already passed out!

After that, people kept walking in and out of the camp, buckets of bloody water kept being poured out, and the city was in a dead silence.

It didn't stop until dusk, and the Vice General burned a pile of firewood in the middle to drive away the cold for His Highness the Crown Prince.

Wei Xikang was still in a coma, his face gray and white, his lips cracked and bloodless, his eyes closed tightly, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.

The sleeve of his right arm was torn off entirely, the position of the arm was empty, only a little bit below the shoulder.

Wrapped in a cloth strip that had been thoroughly soaked in blood and could not see the original color, the cloth strip was still constantly oozing blood.

On his left leg, a thick and long Xiongnu arrow pierced through, the arrowhead with barbs, exposing a section on the calf side, and the blood on the arrow shaft had already solidified.

"Uh..."

A suppressed groan of pain came from the depths of Wei Xikang's throat, his body twitched unconsciously, and his brows were tightly knitted together.

The Vice General, who had been guarding the side of the couch, immediately reached out, extremely lightly but firmly pressed the shoulder on the side where the Crown Prince was intact, his voice hoarse and low: "Your Highness, you cannot move, you must not move."

He turned his head and lowered his voice to urge the doctor beside him, "Ginseng soup! Quickly!"

The doctor slowly took the medicine pot off the small mud stove that was keeping it warm and poured out half a bowl of dark, thick soup.

The Vice General took the bowl, used a small wooden spoon to carefully pry open the Crown Prince's tightly clenched teeth, and fed the ginseng soup in bit by bit.

This ginseng was once rewarded to the Prince of Zhenbei by the late Emperor. The Prince of Zhenbei had a good body and didn't use it, but unexpectedly it had an effect at this moment.

After a few mouthfuls of warm ginseng soup, Wei Xikang's breathing stabilized a little bit, but his eyes still didn't open.

The Vice General pulled the doctor out of the camp: "How is... His Highness exactly?"

The doctor looked at the Crown Prince in the camp before lowering his voice and responding: "The Crown Prince's arm is completely gone, the wound is too large, and the blood loss is too much; this is the first hurdle to save his life.

This arrow on the left leg pierced through, the arrowhead has barbs, stuck in the bone gap; pulling it out forcibly will inevitably cause secondary tearing, and the bleeding can bleed a person to death.

Even if it is cured! In the future..."

The Vice General grabbed the doctor's arm: "What will happen in the future?"

"Walking in the future... will also be a cripple!" The doctor said this very difficultly; he naturally knew what this meant for the Crown Prince.

The Vice General's heart sank, which was even worse than death for Wei Xikang.

"How much certainty is there for the Crown Prince's life?"

The doctor was silent for a moment, "To be honest, no more than 30 percent. At present, we must first stabilize the heart pulse and hang the vitality. After the Crown Prince relaxes a breath, we must immediately move to clean the wound and take out the broken arrow... that is the ghost gate."

He paused and added, "The process will be extremely painful, and we need a few people who are strong, bold, and careful to press the Crown Prince on the side; he must not struggle due to severe pain, otherwise..."

The Vice General immediately understood; these people were easy to find, but could Wei Xikang really survive this hurdle?

At this moment, a personal guard came with thin porridge: "General! Eat something!"

"Have the casualties been counted?" The Vice General took the bowl and put it aside.

"Well... more than 10,700 brothers died..." the personal guard said very difficultly, and even his voice began to choke.

The Vice General covered his face and wept; he didn't expect that in less than half a quarter of an hour of formal engagement, tens of thousands of brothers had died.

To be precise, not even half a quarter of an hour!

The time they spent running back to Lin City was longer than the time they spent in direct confrontation, which was simply a humiliation for the Zhenbei Army!

Since the Prince of Zhenbei had been at the border for these years, when had they ever fought such a defeat?

The Vice General calmed down after a long time, and the thin porridge on the side had already cooled down. The choked voice squeezed out from his throat: "Brothers... now... how is the situation..."

The personal guard didn't speak, just shook his head!

Not to mention the soldiers below, even his personal guards as the Vice General, at this moment, couldn't think of how to defeat the Xiongnu.

They couldn't even find a reason to lie to themselves...

"Arrange the patrol and city defense... let everyone relax for a while first!" The Vice General sighed, not knowing what to do.

Even if he wanted everyone to rest, the Xiongnu might not think so!

Especially since such a move could only be used once, Adunla would not give him a second chance.

But... Lin City cannot not be defended!

The Colonels had all died in battle, and he didn't even have anyone to discuss with.

Every decision could affect the lives of tens of thousands of Zhenbei Army troops, and this burden almost made him unable to breathe.

Just at this moment, a vague groan came from the couch.

Wei Xikang actually opened his eyes slowly.

Those eyes were hollow and scattered at first, without focus, and only slowly did they condense a trace of weak light.

Seeing this, the Vice General immediately stepped forward, "Your... Your Highness, you just took the medicine, it is not easy to walk for the time being!"

Wei Xikang did not respond, first looking blankly at the top of the tent, then his gaze slowly moved, landing on the empty sleeve on the right, and then moving to the shocking arrow shaft on his left leg.

At this moment, his emotions completely collapsed, and he cried out tremblingly: "I... I have become a cripple... cripple..."

"Your Highness! Do not be too sad, your body is important!" The Vice General could only comfort the Crown Prince like this.

At this moment, no one could understand Wei Xikang's heart; all his fantasies were shattered when his arm was broken.

He could no longer return to the capital to compete for that position, because since ancient times, no emperor had been disabled!

This meant that all his efforts had completely become a joke, and revitalizing Da Qian had become empty talk, which could never be realized! ===== CHAPTER 243 =====