After the war, Chen Jiujing was taken by his maid to an old and disrepaired building in the city. At the door were two guards of the Narava Kingdom wearing iron-plated breastplates. They looked exhausted and looked at anyone with a strong distrust in their uneasy eyes.

Chen Jiujing knew that this house was once a widow of an earl, but he didn't know where he ran with his lover before entering the city.

The situation in the house was no different from every room he saw here. The empty room was filled with a few simple pieces of furniture. The most conspicuous one was a dirty and broken wooden table. Next to the table were a few veterans who looked like they had just retired from the battlefield. They could not tell who was the noble and who were the soldiers.

Two large pots were hung from the kitchen beam, and thick soup was boiled in one pot, and messy things were floating on it; the other pot was filled with half a pot of sand and a few pieces of bread were baking on it.

The small room was filled with a faint smell of blood, and people were in a low mood. They didn't know how to salute Chen Jiujing, who walked in like the master.

Chen Jiujing ignored them, and was taken to the second floor by a maid.

Amid the squeaking sound, there was a dirty and uncomfortable bed in the largest room on the second floor. There were dim candle lamps on the wooden cabinet at the head of the bed. What surprised Chen Jiujing was that this lamp looked very much like their Beiyang kerosene lamp, and also had a glass cover, but the workmanship was poor and not so exquisite.

There were three rows of people standing neatly in the room. In the dim light, the people in idle clothes or wearing simple iron-piece breastplates all lowered their heads slightly, putting their hands on their chests and silently.

There was a man who looked over 40 years old lying on the bed. He had short brown hair and a circle of beards on his mouth. He had a cloth strap wrapped around his upper body and was bleeding. He was strong and nutritious.

But now his face was pale, his eyes were closed calmly, except for his chest that was slowly rising and falling, and he looked like he was dead.

Chen Jiujing's personal soldiers pushed away the wall blocking the front and walked to the front, standing with Margaret. He saw a man lying on the bed wearing a rusty iron earring on his right ear.

The room was filled with an unpleasant smell. As Margaret looked up at her eyes, Chen Jiujing nodded to the bed and asked, "Borbon Henry Conguru said he had an arrow wound on his body and looked like he was about to die. Why don't you save him?"

"The war is over? Speak quietly." Margaret's face showed incomprehensible surprise. She pulled Chen Jiujing's hand, lowered her head again, and whispered: "We are saving him."

Yes, it's being rescued.

Beside Bourbon Henry's bed, an elderly priest shrouded in a black robe was kneeling there, holding one hand of King Navarra and pressing the black cover beside the bed with the other hand, a very heavy-looking book, saying something seriously in a low voice.

"The gods will come to you. If you are willing to give up the Pope of Geneva, the church can accept you again. Follow me and repeat: I swear to abandon all the past I have committed..."

Chen Jiujing put his right arm around his body and supported his left arm, slowly rubbed his eyebrows with his left hand, then opened his face and waved it twice in front of him with a very confused look on his face. Finally, he could not help it anymore, and turned to Margaret and asked, "How are you dealing with arrow injuries?"

He finally knew why France fought with his right hand for more than twenty years with his left hand.

"Henry is a very strong man. He can't kill him with a crossbow arrow, as long as he returns to God's arms..."

Margaret didn't continue to say anything, but was interrupted by Chen Jiujing's rolling eyes. She asked, "Can you save him?"

"Everyone goes out and move him... Forget it, you bring a few people to smash the wall." Chen Jiujing did not answer Margaret, and stepped forward and pushed the priest away and touched Henry's forehead. He turned to order several personal soldiers: "Go to the camp to ask Mr. Li, a doctor of A, for the arrow, had a fever, and dragged it for a long time."

Looking back, Chen Jiujing saw that his two personal soldiers had gone to pass the order, but the people in the room looked like they didn't know what to do, so he had to say to Margaret: "It's not a big problem to let them all go out."

But even Margaret didn't know whether he should obey Chen Jiujing's orders at this time. She said with difficulty: "The pastor also said it was not a big problem. They drew arrows for Henry on the road and dealt with them, but he still couldn't wake up after entering the city."

"People think that Henry offended the gods, and as long as he prays for the gods to forgive, he will definitely wake up."

"Occursing the gods?"

Chen Jiujing didn't know what to say, so he raised his hand and rushed the priest to the side, pulled a chair and sat next to him, pulled out a gun from his waist and slapped it on the bedside table, and glanced at everyone's faces: "I am the military doctor, the enemy of the King of Hell, go out for me - boil water!"

At this moment, Chen Jiujing's entourage had already come up from the downstairs with an axe and a hammer. What else did the Catholic priest sent by Huguenot want to say, but after looking at the gun that Chen Jiujing pressed on his hand, he was the first to withdraw.

He left, and no reason for others to stay. They saluted Margaret one by one and retreated, leaving only two warriors holding long swords leaning against a corner of the house. Margaret said, "They are Henry's childhood playmates, protecting him."

Chen Jiujing nodded slightly, acquiesced to the existence of the two guards, which also gently softened their expressions.

While waiting, Margaret seemed upset. To avoid this state of mind, she asked Chen Jiujing about the war: "Did Billon retreat?"

"They were repelled, but Billon was indeed a very powerful general. He left elite troops to cut off the rear before the war. The defeat did not affect the entire army. This made many of his soldiers return to the camp 17 or 18 miles away alive." Chen Jiujing curled his lips and suddenly thought of something, asking: "My people are cleaning the battlefield, and it is easy to distribute profits in France... Why do you use copper as shells?"

The distribution of spoils was originally a headache for Chen Jiujing, because Yang Ce's men suffered more casualties in this battle. In the count, there were only more than 3,800 African troops left, and there were more than 1,000 wounded soldiers here, especially the three lower-level officers of the Ministry of Revenue, who lost the ability to continue fighting.

But Yang Ce pointed out that as long as all the shells and 30% of the captured artillery cannons, that is, nine Franco cannons, he wanted nothing else. After Chen Jiujing agreed, the soldiers of the Han Dynasty were very happy, and their morale was as excited as if they had become kings of France.

But Margaret knew nothing about it.

It is already difficult for her to know the siege cannon.

Even the generals who followed Henry to fight south and north did not know what happened. The artillery shells they used by the Wang army were all iron or stone bombs, and they could not answer this question at all.
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