No matter how many times I thought about it, I never thought that this woman would say such a thing.
This is on the battlefield.
Why are there women on the battlefield? Why do women come to the front? Why do they come to this dangerous place?
Why do you still carry candied fruits with you?
Why do you ask someone to eat candied fruit in the first sentence?
Countless questions flashed in the minds of these soldiers and generals, but they could not find the answers.
There are too many unexpected things today.
No one knew how to react.
The spring breeze blew across my face, and the faint fragrance dispelled the smell of blood lingering in my nose. I don't know whether it was the fragrance of the woman or the sweet fragrance of the candied fruits in her hands.
Duke Cheng Guo looked at the girl standing in front of him, smiled slightly, and released his hand holding the sword.
The big knife fell on the ground and was covered in blood, making it even more chilly.
Duke Cheng Guo was a little unstable because he lost his support, and the lieutenant behind him hurriedly supported him.
Duke Cheng Guo stretched out his hand and paused again.
"My hands are a little dirty." He said seriously, looking at his hands.
His hands were covered in blood, some from others and some from his own.
He apologized because his hands were dirty, even though it was on the battlefield, after a fight, when he was seriously injured.
Miss Jun said oh, stretched out her hand to open the candied fruit, put it on Cheng Guogong's open palm, and looked at him seriously and expectantly with a smile.
This little girl's eyes are as soft and bright as spring water.
Although I don't know who she is, it is definitely not a cute little girl who can appear on this bloody battlefield.
There was nervousness on her face, but her nervousness was not because she was on the battlefield, nor because of Duke Cheng's horrific injuries, but because of this candied fruit.
Nervous about whether he will eat it, nervous about whether it tastes good or not.
It seems like that's the only thing that matters.
Duke Cheng Guo smiled again, held the opened candied fruit in his palm, brought it to his cracked and bloodshot mouth, and ate it in one bite.
He chewed it carefully, his gentle face wrinkled slightly.
Miss Jun suddenly felt nervous.
"It's a bit sour." Cheng Guogong said, smiling slightly, "It's delicious, thank you."
Miss Jun's face bloomed with a smile, like spring flowers in bloom.
The people around him breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, as if the huge difficulty had been solved, and many people even started laughing inexplicably.
"The fruits here are not good, and the ones made are not delicious." Miss Jun said, looking slightly disappointed.
Nothing compares to the preserves in the palace.
Is there something wrong with this little girl's mind? The generals on the side finally came to their senses and their expressions became strange.
Are preserves something that is being discussed now?
"My lord, your injury..." A general choked and said, kneeling on one knee and looking at Duke Cheng anxiously.
"My lord, your injury."
The other generals also reacted and gathered around and shouted loudly, reminding the little girl what time it was and what the condition of the person in front of her was.
Speaking of the situation, Duke Cheng Guo was really seriously injured.
The knife split open the armor on his arm, and blood was stained everywhere on his body.
Although his face was peaceful, it was bloodless, and there were large beads of sweat rolling out on his forehead. The hand that had just clenched the long knife was shaking slightly in front of him, and his body also began to shake.
It turns out that the long knife I was holding just now was not for support, but to suppress the pain.
The pain was obviously extreme.
Although there were many injuries on Cheng Guogong's body, there was only one most critical one that caused the extreme pain.
That's the spear on his chest.
This injury is too serious! I'm afraid...
The generals and soldiers suddenly became even more sad, and many of them knelt down in tears.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
But a soft female voice sounded, a little cheerful.
No problem? Cheerful?
That’s it! What on earth is this girl…….
The generals turned their heads angrily.
"You are the Shun'an Army, Mao Shun has just arrived?" a general shouted while suppressing his temper.
Now the people and horses over there are approaching, and you can see the flying military flag.
The general naturally knew which army this was, although there was an unknown military flag among them.
Mao Shun was the commander-in-chief of the Shun'an Army. As Cheng Guogong's right-hand general, those who dealt with him were naturally generals of the same rank.
These people in front of him should not be high-ranking generals, because he didn't recognize them.
However, for such a far-flung attack to provide assistance, the general must be in command.
But why is General Mao Shuncai missing? Is he still in the formation? Or maybe he went to attack the Jinbing camp?
The general thought passed by and he ignored it for now.
"Are the military officers still there?" he asked anxiously.
The doctor who accompanied them had unfortunately been shot and died by arrows during the previous attacks by the Jin soldiers.
Li Guorui nodded hurriedly.
"There are doctors and there are doctors," he said.
But instead of calling the doctor loudly as the generals expected, he stood aside again.
"Miss Jun, please come quickly." He said respectfully.
again…
The generals looked stiff and were about to say something. When they saw that the girl had reached out her hand, a man standing behind her immediately handed over a medicine box.
What a great doctor.
The generals' expressions softened slightly. It turned out that he was a doctor, so he could join the army.
Can it be just this woman?
Not to mention that women are less likely to practice medicine, the doctors in the army are also different from the doctors in the civilian world. They mostly see battle wounds, which is bloody and inconvenient for women.
Miss Jun had already lowered herself in front of Duke Cheng and began to treat the wound.
Seeing that she moved skillfully and was not timid like a woman, and seemed to be used to the wounds of knife and gun battles, the generals relaxed a little.
However, there were still two generals standing next to Li Guorui and several other men.
"The Duke is seriously injured, do you have any other doctors?" One of the generals, Su Rong, whispered.
Li Guorui smiled.
"Master Wu, there is no need to find another doctor." He said, "If Miss Jun still can't be cured, then no doctor can cure her."
Why? So loudly? The general frowned.
"Because she is Miss Jun." Li Guorui said, as excited as when he first heard about it. "Miss Jun from Jiulingtang is known as Miss Jun who specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases, is a rejuvenator, and can make acne vaccines."
She has been in charge since the formation of the army, and the good medicine and wound treatment skills she used were able to save half as many injured soldiers as before.
Wounded soldiers are a terrible waste for a military camp, but on the other hand, soldiers who have survived hundreds of battles are a terrible force for a military camp. Therefore, after fighting all the way, the soldiers who survived the war have more combat skills.
Based on experience, the current Shun'an Army is much more powerful and majestic than before.
These generals have also heard of Miss Jun's reputation. They don't know anything else, but they must know about the vaccination. After all, most people have wives and children at home.
A doctor who can make a vaccine to save children from the plague is certainly a miracle doctor.
When the generals heard this sentence, they no longer had any doubts and suddenly realized it.
No wonder this woman can join the army and these people respect her very much. She turns out to be a miracle doctor.
"Miss Jun, the Duke's injury..." Everyone couldn't help but ask questions.
Miss Jun has finished treating Cheng Guogong's other wounds and is now holding the gun head on his chest.
Naturally, the gun head cannot be pulled out. If it were pulled out, the person would die on the spot.
"Break some more..."
"Let's help press..."
The generals spoke actively on the side.
Before he finished speaking, he saw the woman pull out her hand and throw it hard. Duke Cheng Guo groaned and leaned forward. Blood spattered instantly. The woman pulled out the gun head that was originally inserted into his chest and threw it backwards. It fell to the ground and let out a loud sound.
A crackling sound.
The people around him were caught off guard and had blood sprayed all over their faces, and they blurted out screams.
Duke Cheng Guo groaned, fell back again, and fainted.
There was silence all around.
The generals finally came to their senses and almost fainted when they saw Duke Cheng Guo, who was as motionless as gold paper and still bleeding profusely from his chest.
I'm going!
Is this woman's hand too violent? Can this injury be treated like this?
"You! You!" a lieutenant shouted angrily.
Miss Jun had neatly wrapped a wound soaked in thick concoction around Cheng Guogong's wound.
"How can this be stopped..." the general shouted.
Before he finished speaking, Li Guorui coughed lightly at the side.
"Stop it." He reminded in a low voice.
The general was startled and saw that the blood on Cheng Guogong's chest had indeed stopped flowing.
"But, but..." He was about to say something else. Miss Jun had already stuffed a pill into Duke Cheng's mouth, massaged it a few times and made him swallow it. At the same time, several golden needles were inserted into Duke Cheng's mouth.
On the head.
With a faint sigh, the fainted Duke Cheng Guo opened his eyes. Although his face was still as golden as paper, his eyes were not slack.
"The movements are neat, very good." He moved his lips and said, "Thank you."
Although his voice was weak and inaudible, his enunciation was clear and it was clear that he was sane.
Miss Jun looked at him and smiled, a little shyly, as if she was a little embarrassed to be praised and thanked.
It didn't matter to others, Lei Zhonglian looked behind and his eyebrows jumped.
It turns out that this girl feels embarrassed when she is praised.
"The Duke's injury..." the other generals asked cautiously.
I am very afraid that this woman will do something terrible again.
Fortunately, Miss Jun didn't make any move this time. She pulled out the golden needle and stood up.
"It's okay for now, but we can't delay any longer." She said, "Leave here as soon as possible and go to a safe place."
This was normal. The generals breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, after the girl appeared, she no longer behaved normally to make them afraid.
"Where is Mao Shuncai?" the general asked again, "Who is commanding your current camp?"
He glanced at everyone, and then saw Li Guorui and several other men taking a step back.
No way….
Could it be that again…..
The general's brows twitched.
"Arrange the formation and withdraw the troops. Call the Third Battalion of History to return." A soft female voice sounded from behind. (To be continued)