The Sheriff's Mansion is now full of desolation. What should have been the backyard of the overhanging pavilions now looks dilapidated, as if it were an ancient temple.

Green grass grows between the stone slabs on the ground. These tenacious grass stalks swarmed out in just half a month and quickly occupied the living space.

Li Yi held his tired body and reluctantly slept in the main hall with eaves. However, although he was exhausted mentally and physically, he could not fall asleep at all.

He was thinking about the relationship between the Japanese warriors and the Tianlong Sect, and how many officials on the Yangzhou Road the Tianlong Sect had bribed.

Song Wei's injuries were very serious. The military doctor of Xiaoqi Camp prescribed several prescriptions and told him to take them. At this moment, this persevering man finally lay on the couch and fell asleep peacefully.

Li Yi wanted to ask him which officials he had asked for help, or whether he knew the cause of all this. He even wanted to know why these Japanese warriors desperately wanted to capture Songjiang County?

However, it is already late now, and the moon hangs quietly on the treetops.

Everyone is tired, let them have a good rest.

Li Yi thought about it and fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, sunlight streamed in from the broken roof.

The bright and warm morning sunshine is not as hot as the afternoon, but has a gentle feeling.

Li Yi was awakened by the gentle sunshine after the fierce battle. From time to time, he could hear the sound of sergeants repairing the house "Hey, hey, hey, hey," and the sound of children playing innocently outside the door.

Li Yi raised his lips and sat up. The wound on his shoulder was already scarred, and everything seemed to be developing for the better.

"Ta-ta-"

The sound of shuffling and rhythmless footsteps came from far to near.

"Dong dong——"

There was a slight knock on the door.

Li Yi stood up, walked forward and opened the door, only to see that the person coming was Song Wei, the governor of Songjiang County.

Song Wei's whole body was wrapped in thick bandages at the moment. He was originally thin and had a dark face, but now he looked even more like some inhuman creature in the pyramid.

"Sir!" Song Wei was too tired last night and went back to bed, but he got up very early. Apparently he had something on his mind.

How could everything be okay? The battle with the Japanese is over. It's time to get an explanation for the hundreds of soldiers who died in Songjiang County.

Li Yi hurriedly supported Song Wei, who was about to bow down, and said, "Sir Song, you just need to take good care of your injuries. There is no need to come here in person."

"Master Li." Song Wei stood there and sighed, but stopped talking.

"Master Song has something to do, feel free to tell him." Li Yi smiled. He knew that Song Wei wanted to talk about the whole Yangzhou Road thing.

Song Wei sighed and slowly told how he asked for help from the Yangzhou governor in Jinling and how he submitted a memorial, but the court never responded.

Song Wei felt that this must be because the memorial could not be delivered to the emperor, so he used a special method to submit the memorial...

He talked for a long time. His body was already weak, and his chest was rising and falling, like a bellows about to burst.

"I know." Li Yi did not interrupt the other party. After Song Wei finished explaining the situation, he smiled and said relaxedly: "To be honest, sir, I have been ordered by the Holy One to come to Jiangnan this time.

We need to take good care of the officials."

"Oh?" Song Wei looked happy. If Mr. Li from the capital really wants to rectify the officialdom, it would be a great thing - despite his young age, he is very powerful, even if the Tianlong Sect wants to assassinate him.

It was extremely difficult for him.

What's more, Mr. Li's background is extremely strong, and the Shenwei Army's decades-long reputation has already shocked the government and the public, and no one dares to underestimate it.

"Master Song, can you provide me with a directory?" Li Yi sighed. Song Wei and Songjiang County had paid so much. If he didn't defeat all the corrupt officials in Jiangnan, he would really be sorry for the loyal ministers and good people.

Song Wei seemed to have been prepared. He took out a neatly folded handkerchief from his arms, slowly unfolded it, and said: "I have given these lists to my wife, and I will prepare them when the city is defeated.

Let her leave Songjiang County and go to the capital..."

When the city is destroyed, let her leave Songjiang County and go to the capital.

This sentence is easy to say, but it contains many obscure emotions-Song Wei's mood of coexisting with Songjiang County, as well as the life and death separation between him and his wife, and even how his wife was in this Tianlong

In the south of the Yangtze River where believers are spread all over the country, she rushed to the capital as a weak woman.

The most important thing is, even if she goes through all kinds of difficulties, how can she see the emperor when she gets to the capital?

This is a choice made in despair, full of love between husband and wife, loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, and the spirit of sacrificing life and death.

Li Yi was touched. He took the handkerchief, looked at it, folded it carefully, and stuffed it into his arms.

Outside the city gate of Songjiang County, several horses were swaying their tails easily and lowering their heads. They did not know that just a day ago, the ground here was littered with corpses.

Li Yi was riding on the horse, and beside him were Song Beikui, Lao Tu and others, and behind him were twenty elite cavalry ordered by Wang Yupeng.

With the support of the guards, Song Wei slowly moved over and said, "I wish you the best..."

"Stop congratulating me!" Li Yi grinned and clapped his hands: "Master Song, please take good care of yourself. When we meet next time, I will definitely drink three hundred cups with you!"

After that, he raised his whip and shouted: "Drive--"

The sound of horse hooves sounds as one rides ahead, causing dust to rise high.

"Okay!" Song Wei straightened his back and responded loudly.

The sun was in the middle of the sky. It was noon at this time. The scorching sunlight baked the water vapor out of the earth. From a distance, it looked hazy like a swamp.

Song Wei stood outside the city, sweat dripping from his forehead, but he still watched the cavalry galloping away unwaveringly.

He knew that swamps would not suddenly appear on the earth, but what these dozens of riders would face was a quagmire that had been piled up with mud, darkness, and stench throughout Jiangnan for decades. It was more terrifying than the swamp and had a rotten stench.

The sun was scorching the earth, and outside Songjiang County, more than a hundred soldiers, all wearing black armor, stood neatly outside the door.

The wind blew over their shoulders, the wounds on their chests, and their empty long sleeves, seeming to soothe the pain of these soldiers.

However, even if the physical pain can be healed with medicine, what about the psychological pain?

Or even - what kind of miraculous medicine should be used to heal the huge wounds in Jiangnan?

(The plot of Songjiang County is finished, and today’s update is an hour late. It’s not that the author is lazy, but I’ve been thinking about how to end this bloody battle and how to connect the subsequent more exciting plots. Tonight
Chapter completed!