“Alright, alright, alright…”
A doctor came out of the tent and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. His Royal Highness the Prince fell into coma again, but his life seemed to be saved. The broken arm was wrapped as big as his head and blood was oozing out.
However, experienced doctors knew very well that the blood that seeped out was all red, which meant that the poison had not spread. Although the prince had lost his arm, there was no need to worry about his life.
"How long will it take for Your Highness to wake up?"
The people below said with some concern that after finishing this meal in the evening, they would only have three more meals of food tomorrow, but if they wanted to run back to Samarkand, it would take at least seven or eight days.
During these seven or eight days, there must be a backbone. If there is no one to lead them, these people will not be able to hold on at any time.
"It's hard to say. If the situation is good, he will wake up tomorrow morning. But if the situation is bad, it may take a day or two. But your highness's life is really safe."
There's a knife on the doctor's neck, so this guy has to work hard to make people around him understand that they really tried their best.
If these doctors were not still needed, I'm afraid my men would have performed surgery. Now let's wait and see. If His Royal Highness the Prince still doesn't wake up by then, all of you will die. Compared with His Royal Highness the Prince's life, your lives are just like a bunch of ants.
Of course, they couldn't wait here any longer. They had to get on the road first. They found a few strong men and carried His Royal Highness the Prince away. They didn't have much time left. When they had more food, they had to get closer to Samarkand City. There were two towns in between. With their current strength, they should be able to go back.
The men also understood that if they did not hurry back in this situation, after they had eaten up all the food, no one would work hard anymore, and some people would leave the team. Without food and no one to lead them, they would slowly die in the desert.
Moreover, in this situation, they had to inform Samarkand of the defeat so that Governor Faisal could prepare. Due to the stubbornness of His Royal Highness the Prince, all the troops of the Governor-General Anton were summoned. Except for a few thousand people left in Samarkand, there was almost no force left in the surrounding area.
If the surrounding tribes knew about their defeat, these people, with new and old hatreds, would probably take down Samarkand without waiting for the Tang army to arrive.
We have accumulated so much wealth in Samarhan. Not only will we not be able to take it back, but it may also become the spoils of these people. If His Royal Highness really survives, they will inevitably be beheaded.
Five days later, we arrived in Samarkand.
There has been no news from the battlefield in the past few days, and Governor Faisal is in a panic. According to the previous agreement, news must be delivered every three days, but now it is the fifth day.
What was going on? Even if His Royal Highness had traveled far, the post stations along the way had already been set up, and no one would let him down at this time.
The ministers from the capital were getting a little annoyed waiting here. They all tacitly gave His Royal Highness the Prince this opportunity in order to be able to pass on the news of His Royal Highness the Great Sage. But there has been no news for two days. If this is the case, then they have to tell the truth. After all, they cannot bear this responsibility. If the king is furious, they have to get themselves out of trouble first.
But Governor Faisal would not let them leave. He had already entangled these people with his gentle embrace. Dozens of beauties selected from various tribes, coupled with a variety of rare delicacies, had already made these people lose themselves.
Listening to the singing and dancing coming from next door, Governor Faisal was also uneasy. Although he had tripped these people up, this was not a common occurrence after all. Everyone was waiting for news from the battlefield.
Seeing someone coming in hurriedly outside, Governor Faisal's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that there was news from the front line? The person who came in had a bad face. It must be the most terrible thing. If he was really defeated, he would have to find a way to retreat as soon as possible.
"Did someone come to report something?"
Governor Faisal lost his temper before the newcomer could speak. Actually, it was not his fault. In the current situation, who wouldn't be anxious? Including the adults in the room, even though they were having fun, they were nervous whenever things quieted down.
"No one informed us, but the words spoken by these people after we caught the two deserters are truly terrifying..."
The man under his command was a close confidant of Governor Faisal. If it were someone else, this guy would not dare to say it at all, because no one dared to believe what they said.
"Stop talking nonsense. What did they say?"
Governor Faisal's heart was in his throat. Was the thing he feared most about to happen? His eyelids had been twitching for the past few days. According to the Han people, a great disaster must be coming, but these people just didn't want to believe it.
"They said His Royal Highness was defeated..."
His men were still talking, but Governor Faisal seemed to have lost his hearing. At this moment, this guy was in a confused state. No matter what the people around him said, he felt that his ears were blocked. He really didn't want to hear this news, but he had to face reality.
When His Royal Highness was recruiting soldiers, many people thought that we should leave a certain number of troops behind so that if we failed, we would not be powerless to fight back. But did His Royal Highness give us a chance? He didn't give us a chance at all.
His Royal Highness the Prince lived too smoothly and turned a deaf ear to everyone's advice. He always thought that his own way was the right one, so in this situation, no one could speak his mind.
Now, such a big city is only defended by a few thousand people, and they are all old, weak and sick. What do you want us to do?
The worst part is that according to what these two deserters said, His Royal Highness the Prince is also dead...
