The wounded soldier was still unconscious and asleep, so Lu Qiqi and Shijiu worked together to lean him against the city wall to prevent his wounds from being stepped on.

As dawn broke, Lu Qiqi, accompanied by Nineteen, was treating the wounded soldiers.

As the hour of Si (9-11 AM) approached, the wounded soldiers on the city wall had been receiving treatment one after another, indicating that the casualties were manageable and no particularly horrific situation had arisen.

As she led the Nineteenth Prince down the city wall, preparing to treat the wounded soldiers who had fought fiercely beneath the city gates the previous night.

Then they saw Qin Shiyu leading a group of people towards the horse-feeding camp.

Are we heading back to Ximen?

As Lu Qiqi watched their departing figures, her thoughts drifted, reminding her of the attack Ximen had experienced the previous night.

Since this is a ruse by the Tatars, who want to concentrate their commander and troops here in order to break the stalemate of not being able to enter from outside the pass.

Therefore, the number of Tatar troops gathered at Ximen must be greater than expected, and it is unknown what the casualties at Ximen are.

And what decision will Song Yanqing make after seeing through the Tatars' scheme, leading them to walk right into their trap?

Just as her mind was racing, she heard someone calling her name.

"Chief, there are many wounded soldiers over there, let's hurry over there."

Lu Qiqi has been busy since midnight, performing surgery and stitches, which is both mentally and physically exhausting.

She's so hungry right now, her steps are almost unsteady. I hope she doesn't collapse while holding the carving knife.

That wouldn't be saving someone, it would be killing them.

She licked her dry lips and said, "Nineteen, go and get me some food."

She was hungry.