Especially when Ling Xuewei stepped into the rear injury camp, this aura became stronger.
"City Lord!"
"Meet the City Lord!"
Everywhere they passed, the soldiers stood up and saluted. No matter how embarrassed or badly injured they were, they still stood tall and straight when saluting, and the military character was undoubtedly displayed.
This is what is different from other places.
A soldier may have his head cut off or his head may bleed, but he will never lose his integrity!
This is the true soldier of the Independence Army!
Ling Xuewei returned the favor, a simple movement, but it revealed competence and authority.
Only she, without saying a word, without a single order or action from beginning to end, could suddenly change the atmosphere in the army in an instant.
This is prestige.
In the whole world, only Ling Xuewei, the founder of the Independence Army and the highest peak in the Independent State, can do this.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Ling Xuewei's words made all the soldiers excited, especially the young soldiers. Because it was the first time to see this legendary commander of the Nine Armies, they were curious and even more excited.
The following major generals received the news and hurried over immediately. The group of people walked past quickly. In the distance, after the slender bamboo figure disappeared, the surroundings exploded!
"This is our legendary commander of the Nine Independent Armies? He looks so young!"
"What's wrong with being young? Our commander is not only young, he is also a rare genius in Middle-earth for a hundred years! When he first entered Middle-earth at the age of seventeen, he became famous all over the world. In just one year, his sect became Cang Yun.
One of the eight most powerful sects in the country, he later single-handedly established eighteen independent cities and one hundred thousand independent armies! The whole of Middle-earth was frightened. With this ability and such courage, who in the Middle-earth can compare to it?!"
The person who spoke was definitely someone's standard fanboy, with those star-filled eyes that barely had the word "adoration" written on his forehead.
"It's a pity that our commander-in-chief is already married..."
"What do you mean? You still have the guts to covet our unification... wu wu..."
"Hush, are you crazy! How dare I? Our commander-in-chief is a god-like figure. Who in this world can be worthy of him?! Besides, our commander-in-chief is already married, and he is still married to that person...
…If this word spreads, won’t it cost my life?”
Nowadays, Ling Xuewei's identity is not only the city lord of the Independent State, but also her identity as Empress Fanxu that is mentioned more.
After all, there are many rumors about these two influential figures in Middle-earth.
"But the Commander-in-Chief is now Fanxu's empress. Will she be able to come back often in the future?"
"Yes...after all, the palace rules are strict, and I heard that Fanxu allowed the empress to participate in politics, and her status is even equal to that of the emperor. In this case, will the commander-in-chief still care about us..."
"What are you talking about? It's very free, isn't it? Do you want me to find something for you to do?"
With a sharp shout, the soldiers immediately dispersed and disappeared soon.
The officer frowned and then turned back to the camp.
The group of people entered the wounded camp, and what they saw was a field of wounded people lying down, and the sounds of wailing, screaming, and moaning were endless.
The casualty camp is the place with the most negative emotions. Here, even the bravest and most fearless soldiers will drop their guard and show their fatigue and pain.
The independent army's injured camp was carefully prepared, with a resettlement area, a medical area, a serious injury area, a medical area...
Ling Xuewei was built almost according to modern specifications, making it easier to treat the wounded. At the same time, he also paid great attention to the environment and hygiene. Although the smell of blood was strong in the air, the surroundings were clean.
The medical staff in white coats were walking in a hurry, busily weaving among the wounded. The person behind her was about to speak when she stopped her, "You don't have to follow me. I'll just walk around."
"yes."
Ling Xuewei sent away the people, leaving only Bai Ze and Di Jian, and the three of them went in together.
"City Lord?"
"It's the Lord of the City!"
Soon someone discovered Ling Xuewei and exclaimed, and everyone looked over.
"It's really the city lord!"
The wounded man wanted to get up to pay his respects, but was stopped by Ling Xuewei. Di Jian accepted her gaze and stepped forward to comfort the wounded man, while Ling Xuewei knelt down in front of a wounded man to check his wound.
This was a very young boy, probably less than twenty years old. He was badly injured, almost one of his legs was eaten away, and there were two bloody holes in his abdomen...
With such a serious injury, normally he would have died long ago, but Ling Xuewei attached great importance to the medical equipment below. The pills distributed to the soldiers for daily use were all the best, and there were even high-grade life-saving pills.
Therefore, the chance of casualties is greatly reduced. As long as you can save your breath, there is hope of survival.
The young man was still moaning at first, but when he saw Ling Xuewei suddenly squatting down, he completely forgot about humming.
When he saw their commander personally inspecting his wounds, he was completely stunned.
The boy was stunned, forgetting even the pain.
The boy's leg was seriously injured, even the bones were chewed away, and it was a bloody mess, which was very scary. If it were in the past, I'm afraid it would have to be amputated. But with the bone-sustaining pill, it is not impossible to recover as before.
thing.
It's just that the poisonous insect's liquid is highly toxic and has invaded his blood, causing the wound to fester and exude a foul smell. If the monk's body had not been strong, he would have died countless times from such serious injuries!
"I have to remove the rotten flesh from your wound first. Don't worry, I will inject you with anesthetic. It won't hurt."
"Oh..." The young soldier nodded stupidly, not knowing what day it was.
Their commander-in-chief actually treated his injuries himself!
The envious looks of his comrades beside him made him excited!
Bai Ze took out a series of surgical tools, disinfected them and placed them next to Ling Xuewei.
Without opening a word, Bai Ze accurately handed Ling Xuewei the surgical tools he needed. In less than a stick of incense, the rotten flesh on the young man's leg was removed.
After Ling Xuewei applied medicine to the boy and wrapped it with a bandage, she then asked him to take the bone-retaining pill.
Of course, this bone-continuing pill is not an ordinary bone-continuing pill. It is a top-grade pill refined by Ling Xuewei herself. Only this grade of pill can produce bones and flesh that are very close to the original bones.
"The elixir here is given once a day. It may be very itchy when the new flesh is born, but be sure not to scratch it, otherwise the bumpy flesh will look unsightly." Ling Xuewei warned.
"I know, I know."
The young man was dizzy. When he saw Ling Xuewei's beautiful and elegant face, his delicate face turned into a blush.
But Ling Xuewei's next sudden words made the young man almost jump in fright.
"Take off your shirt."
"What?!" The young man suddenly became nervous, "But..."
"But what? How can I check the wound on your stomach if you don't take off your clothes?" Ling Xuewei urged, "Hurry up, no matter how long you delay, it will be useless to take more blood-replenishing pills!" (To be continued)