Zheng Xiaofu was unfortunately trampled on his legs by a horse. If Feng Changkong hadn't brought people there in time, it would have been as simple as being trampled on his legs.

Zheng Xiaofu, who was rescued back to his own formation, is now looking for Zheng Xiaodao like crazy.

The two of them were carried back to the rescue by different auxiliary soldiers.

There are not so many things to pay attention to in battlefield treatment.

Just behind the square array of the main body, the dead people were covered with white sheets and neatly placed them.

The injured were undergoing preliminary bandaging and suture treatment. The person who did these things was more than a dozen students from the Medical College of Yuhua Academy.

After the initial treatment, Zheng Xiaofu's legs were fixed by the template and wrapped in white bandages. He was unable to move and crawled on the ground, looking at the injured one by one.

He was looking for Brother Xiaodao who blocked the fatal blow for him.

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The two teams of them had nearly 400 people, none of which retreated, and all of them rushed forward against the cavalry of the brigade.

Except for Zheng Xiaodao who rushed up and pushed Zheng Xiaofa, the knife he took instead of Zheng Xiaofa was outside the back.

All the other people who were carried back had their wounds in front of them.

What does this mean? I believe everyone can imagine it without asking.

Facing a cavalry that was several times more than one, none of them turned back and fled.

Nearly two hundred people died in about four hundred.

The rest are the injured.

The injured are divided into minor injuries and serious injuries.

Minor injuries are also different from what ordinary people think.

The lightest one is Zheng Xiaofu. Although his legs were cut off, he was at least conscious and he was sober.

Most people fall to the ground without consciousness.

Zheng Xiaofu was going crazy, and there was no Brother Xiaodao in the injured.

What this means is self-evident. Looking at the long corpse covered with white sheets, his eyes turned red, and tears rolled down like beads with broken threads.

No, no, no, this is not true, how could Brother Xiaodao die? How could he die?

Both my aunt and Uncle Zheng hope that he can get married and have children and give the Zheng family a long-lasting child.

Before going to war, the family letter was still saying that he had already told him about the next marriage in his hometown, and he was waiting for him to get a holiday and return to Zhengjia Village to get married.

But for the sake of himself, he could no longer fulfill his parents' instructions.

What else do you have to meet their two elders?

"Brother Xiaodao!"

Zheng Xiaofu, who was lying on the ground, screaming in pain, his voice spread far and wide, shaking and wandering in the empty valley...

The two auxiliary soldiers came over and wanted to send him back on a stretcher, but he pushed them away angrily.

He grabbed the ground frantically, regardless of his injuries to his legs, and tried his best to climb forward on the ground. He lifted up every white sheet to see.

The bloody corpses appeared in front of the two auxiliary soldiers who were following him. It was so miserable that this scene was seen by medical officer Du Xiang.

He is the head of the Jinyi Sanqian Battalion stationed by Yuhua Academy, and is also a proud disciple of Qin Ming, a doctor in the Imperial Hospital.

He received training in Lu Qingshan's surgical skills. His main responsibility this time was to guide the medical school's students to rescue the wounded, and also to serve as the logistics work of Jinyi Sanqian Battalion.

He knew Zheng Xiaofu, and Zheng Xiaodao, both of them often followed Zheng Changsheng and went to Yuhua Academy many times.

Du Xiang's eyes were filled with tears when he saw this scene.

War is ruthless and will not be open to you just because you are someone around a high-ranking official and powerful person.

As long as there is war, people will inevitably die. This is an iron law.

Zheng Xiaodao was covered with a white sheet with his own hands.

After a long period of rescue, I lost my vital signs and no breath.

People often have feelings for people who are familiar with each other, but they have no scruples for people who are unfamiliar with them.

This may be the selfishness.

"Brother Xiao Axe, don't look like this. Brother Xiao Dao really has no breathing. I will cover him with a sheet of paper with my own hands."

He choked up and came to Zheng Xiaofu, squatted down and said with tears in his eyes.

"No, Medical Officer Du, Brother Du, are you asking me to take a look at Brother Xiaodao? OK?"

Zheng Xiaofu was on the verge of collapse, his head was buzzing, and Du Xiang's words were like a thunder blew on his head, making his heart scattered, and there was no last glimmer of hope.

Du Xiang waved his hand and the two auxiliary soldiers came to a corpse with Zheng Xiaofu.

Zheng Xiaofu knew that under the white sheet in front of him was Brother Xiaodao.

How he hoped that this was a joke God made for him, how he hoped that Brother Xiaodao could open his eyes and smile and scold him again "slug".

Zheng Xiaofu pushed away the two auxiliary soldiers, and he wanted to see Brother Xiaodao for the last time.

But one of them did not stand firm and fell to the ground.

He climbed to Zheng Xiaodao's body regardless of the pain of his injured leg.

"Brother Xiaodao, wake up and see if I'm fine?"

His crying made Du Xiang and the two auxiliary soldiers who were standing beside him turn around and look at him and tears.

Suddenly, Zheng Xiaofu seemed to be crazy, lifting the white sheet and shaking Zheng Xiaodao's body wildly.

"Brother Xiaodao, don't die, you can't die. The uncle and aunt are still waiting for you to return home in glory, and the young master is still waiting to be your master. How can you leave everything without hesitation?

You open your eyes and see if I am good. I am a little axe, the slug in your mouth..."

Du Xiang couldn't help feeling sad. As a doctor, he has seen many separations of life and death, but this is the first time he has seen this situation today.

He saw the feelings of family and country, the iron-blooded army, the tragic world, and the deep brotherly love.

These people are all physical and mortal, raised by their mother's parents, and they came to the barren land of the border for an expedition for a thousand miles.

But he died in a foreign land...

If it weren't for the Ming Empire or the honor of soldiers, how could they take risks? How could they not even want their own lives and block the enemy's iron hooves with a tragic suicide-like impact?

Also, if it weren't for the friendship of tying life, how could he sacrifice his life to block a fatal blow for the other party?

It was too sing and motivating, and his heart was like a huge rock pressing on him, making him breathless.

"Brother Xiaoxe, don't look like this. I can understand your mood, but you have to let the dead rest in peace!

How can you be like this..."

As soon as he said this, he suddenly felt like he was seeing a ghost, his eyes widened.

"How is this possible? How is it possible?" he murmured to himself.

"Damn slug, you want to shake me to death!"
Chapter completed!