After the war, Chen Jiujing was taken by the maid to a small building in disrepair in the middle of the city, and at the door stood two Narawa Kingdom guards wearing iron plate cuirass, who looked exhausted, and their uneasy eyes showed strong distrust of anyone.

Chen Jiujing knew that this mansion belonged to an earl's widow in the past, but he didn't know where he ran away with his lover before he entered the city.

The room was the same as every room he had seen here, with a few simple pieces of furniture, most conspicuously a dirty, broken wooden table, beside which sat a few veterans who looked like they had just retired from battle, and it was impossible to distinguish who was a nobleman and who was a soldier.

Two large cauldrons hung from the kitchen beams, one of which was boiling thick soup with a mess floating on it; The other pot contained half a pot of sand, and a few pieces of bread were baked on top.

There was a faint smell of blood in the small room, and people's mood was a little low, and they didn't know how to salute Chen Jiujing, who walked in like the master.

Chen Jiujing ignored them and was led up to the second floor by the maid.

In the squeak, there was a dirty-looking and uncomfortable bed in the largest room on the second floor, and there was a dim candle lamp on the wooden cabinet at the bedside, which surprised Chen Jiujing that 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, and in the dim light, these people in casual clothes or wearing poorly made iron plate cuirasses bowed their heads slightly, and their hands on their chests were silent.

Lying on the bed was a man who looked to be in his forties, with short brown hair, an inch-long beard around his mouth, and blood oozing from the upper half of his body.

Only now his face was pale, his eyes were calmly closed, except for his chest, which was still slowly rising and falling, and it looked like he was dead.

Chen Jiujing's own soldiers pushed through the human wall in front of him and walked to the front, standing with Margaret, and he saw a man lying on the bed wearing a rusty iron earring in his right ear.

There was a foul smell in the room, and just as Margaret looked up, Chen Jiujing looked at the bed and asked, "Bourbon Henry?" Kanguru said he had an arrow wound and looked like he was about to die, so why didn't you save him? ”

"The battle is over? Be quiet. Margaret's face showed an incomprehensible stunnedness, she took Chen Jiujing's hand, lowered her head again, and said softly, "We are saving him." ”

Yes, it is being saved.

At the side of Henry Bourbon's bed, an elderly priest shrouded in black robes knelt there, holding one of the king's hands and pressing the black-covered, very heavy-looking book on the side of the bed with the other, and said something in a deep voice.

"The gods will come to you, and if you are willing to renounce the Pope of Geneva, the Church will accept you again, repeat with me: I swear to renounce all the ...... I have committed in the past"

Chen Jiujing's right arm held his body to support his left arm, his left hand slowly rubbed his eyebrow bone, then opened and rubbed his face, and waved twice in front of him very weakly, with a very puzzled look on his face, and finally couldn't hold back any longer, turned his head to Margaret and asked, "How do you treat arrow wounds?" ”

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

"Henry was a very strong man, and a single bolt could not kill him, as long as he returned to the bosom of God......"

Margaret didn't continue, but was interrupted by Chen Jiujing's rolled eyes, and she asked, "Can you save him?" ”

"All men go out and take him ...... Forget it, you take a few people and smash this wall. Chen Jiujing didn't answer Margaret, stepped forward and pushed away the priest and touched Henry's forehead, then turned his head and ordered several pro-soldiers successively: "Go to the camp to ask Mr. Li, a first-class doctor, for arrow wounds and fever, and it has been delayed for a long time." ”

Looking back, Chen Jiujing saw that his two personal soldiers had gone to give orders, but the people in the house didn't know what to do, so they had to say to Margaret: "Let them all go out, it's not a big problem." ”

But even Margaret didn't know whether to obey Chen Jiujing's order at this time, and she said with difficulty: "The priest also said that it was not a big problem, they pulled out arrows for Henry on the road and dealt with it, but he still couldn't wake up after entering the city. ”

"It was thought that Henry had offended the gods, and that if he opened his mouth and begged the gods for forgiveness, he would surely wake up."

"Offending the gods?"

Chen Jiujing didn't know what to say, he raised his hand to drive the pastor aside, pulled out a chair to sit next to him, took out a handcuff from his waist and slapped it on the bedside table, his eyes swept over everyone's faces: "Lao Tzu's military doctor is the enemy of the king of Hades, give me out - boil water!" ”

At this time, Chen Jiujing's entourage had already come up from downstairs with axes and hammers, and the Catholic priest who had been invited by the Huguenots wanted to say something, but when he looked at the gun in Chen Jiujing's hand, he was the first to withdraw.

When he was gone, and no one else had any reason to stay, they all saluted Margaret and withdrew, leaving only two warriors with swords leaning against a corner of the room, and Margaret said, "They are Henry's childhood playmates, protecting him." ”

Chen Jiujing nodded lightly, acquiescing to the presence of the two guards, which also made their expressions slightly gentle.

During the waiting time, Margaret seemed distraught, and in order to avoid this state of mind, she asked Chen Jiujing about the war: "Billund retreated? ”

"They were repulsed, but Billon was indeed a very powerful general, he left an elite break before the battle, and the rout did not affect the whole army, which made many of his soldiers return to the camp seventeen or eighteen miles away alive." Chen Jiujing pursed his lips, said something that suddenly came to mind, and asked: "My people are cleaning the battlefield, thanks to the blessings of France, the distribution of war profits is very easy...... Why do you use copper for cannonballs? ”

The distribution of the spoils of war was originally a headache for Chen Jiujing, because Yang Ce's people had borne more casualties in this battle, and there were only more than 3,800 people left in the African Army in the inventory, and there were more than 1,000 wounded soldiers here, especially more than half of the junior officers of the three thousand household divisions were killed and wounded, and they lost the ability to continue fighting.

But Yang Ce specified that as long as thirty percent of all the shells and captured artillery, that is, nine Furlong cannons, he didn't want anything else. After Chen Jiu agreed, the Han soldiers were happy, and their morale was as high as if they had become the kings of France.

But Margaret didn't know anything about it.

It was not easy for her to recognize siege artillery.

Even the generals who followed Henry in the southern and northern wars did not know what was going on, and the cannonballs used by the Wang army they encountered were all iron bullets or stone bullets, so they could not answer this question at all.

"Forget it, go back and ask Billund, he should always know."