Several soldiers looked at each other. Just as the leader was about to speak, Song Tingwan heard the noise and woke up.

"You're here."

Xiao Yunze's expression relaxed a little, and he walked over to her side. "Did you fall asleep just now?"

Song Tingwan supported herself on her knees and tried to stand up, but her legs went numb. She staggered a few times, lost her balance, and almost fell.

Fortunately, Xiao Yunze reached out and supported her in time, "Be careful."

Song Tingwan bit her lower lip, enduring the numbness in her lower limbs, unable to speak. It took her a long time before she let go of Xiao Yunze.

"I'm fine, my legs are just numb from squatting for too long."

"When did you come?"

"Just arrived." Xiao Yunze pointed at the engulfed Wu Yu, "What is this?"

"Aze——"

The sound of "Aze" was so gentle and melodious, as if it contained a lot of grievances.

Song Tingwan got goosebumps after hearing this.

Those who don't know him would think he is someone's wronged little wife...

"My Little Wife" strode towards Song Tingwan with great speed, her face full of resentment. "Aze, I've already thought of a perfect tactic! In a few days, those 5,000 elite soldiers should be here. By then, with the addition of gunpowder, we will definitely be able to defeat the enemy with fewer troops!"

"Tell these sons of bitches to go back to where they came from!"

As he spoke, Hou Changfeng kicked the unconscious Wu Yu on his only remaining leg.

This is the person we rescued with great difficulty!

Song Tingwan took a deep breath and was about to speak out to stop him, but when he thought of Hou Changfeng's reaction after he performed artificial respiration, he stopped.

Forget it, let him kick.

The force wasn't too strong, so it shouldn't be a big problem...

Xiao Yunze glanced at the indignant Hou Changfeng calmly and asked, "Were you squatting in the corner just now thinking about tactics?"

Hou Changfeng stopped talking, and Song Tingwan and several soldiers also watched intently, no one dared to say a word.

After all, judging by Hou Changfeng's appearance, the artificial respiration just now seemed to have had a great impact on him...

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xiao Yunze asked again: "What's going on with Wu Yu?"

Knowing that the two of them were going to discuss something, Song Tingwan retreated with several soldiers.

At the moment the tent curtain fell, an angry voice was faintly heard from inside: "I regret saving him now."

Song Tingwan told them not to tell anyone what happened in the tent and returned to the car.

After a busy day, I finally have a chance to take a breath.

In the evening, Song Ting opened a box labeled "Food" in the back of the car, rummaged through it, and finally took out a bag of compressed biscuits.

I took a bite and it was quite dry, with no special taste. It wasn't very delicious, but it was filling.

Song Tingwan chewed his food dully, and looked out the car window, only to find that the people who had gathered earlier had dispersed at some point.

I guess they all went back after Xiao Yunze came.

“Ding ding ding!”

Song Tingwan opened her eyes as soon as the alarm rang.

At some point, she fell asleep on the steering wheel.

After a busy day, maybe I am really a little tired.

Song Tingwan opened the car door and prepared to remove the needle for Wu Yu. As soon as she got out of the car, she saw Hou Changfeng's back as he left with heavy and fast steps.

Still angry?

Song Tingwan looked at Xiao Yunze at the door of the tent, "How is General Hou? Are you feeling okay?"

Xiao Yunze was a little confused, "Why do you ask?"

Why?

Of course, it was because he vomited right after giving a man artificial respiration, and then squatted in the corner as if he was depressed and motionless...

It's hard to imagine that a general who has seen everything would vomit twice in one day...

Song Tingwan sighed heavily and still didn't intend to talk about this matter.

For the sake of General Hou's reputation, it's better if fewer people know about this.

"Nothing, I'll go in and pack my things first." Song Tingwan's eyes flashed, and he went into the tent without waiting for Xiao Yunze's response.

After Song Tingwan put away the IV bottle and the used syringe, he checked Wu Yu's condition again. After confirming that he was stable, he picked up the first aid kit and looked at the soldiers standing nearby. "Don't forget to give him air. If anything happens, don't delay and come to me immediately."

"yes!"

After explaining everything clearly, Song Tingwan walked out. As soon as she opened the curtain, she saw Xiao Yunze's broad shoulders.

I don't know when it started raining heavily outside the door. I was busy checking Wu Yu and didn't notice the sound of rain.

The road was so muddy that it was difficult to walk on.

Song Tingwan looked at Xiao Yunze and asked, "How about I drive you back?"

In the car, Song Tingwan found some food and handed it to him, "Eat something first, you haven't eaten anything all day."

Xiao Yunze took the food and opened his thin lips, "Miss Song, do you know who you saved today?"

Song Tingwan's heart skipped a beat. "You, don't want to save him?"

Xiao Yunze met her gaze and said, "Life and death are determined by fate. Now that he has been saved by you, it is his good fortune that he is able to survive."

Song Tingwan opened the thermos and drank some hot water. After warming up a little, he asked, "Are you angry?"

Seeing the confusion in Xiao Yunze's eyes, Song Tingwan said directly: "I heard from General Hou that this person has done all kinds of evil things and has the blood of countless Daqing soldiers on his hands. If I saved such a person, would you be angry?"

Xiao Yunze still had no expression, "No."

"Changfeng is right. If Wu Yu dies, it will be disadvantageous to me."

"After everything is over, he will naturally die. I will kill him once again with my own hands."

Song Tingwan's heart skipped a beat.

She understood the cruelty of war, and Xiao Yunze must have a lot of blood on his hands.

However, after more than 20 years of modern cultural education, certain concepts have taken root in her subconscious. Seeing the person in front of her talking about murder so nonchalantly, she still found it difficult to accept for a moment.

But times have changed. For Daqing two thousand years ago, this was their daily routine.

Song Tingwan's nose suddenly felt sore.

She was very fortunate, fortunate that her motherland was strong and prosperous, and fortunate that she grew up in a peaceful era.

"Miss Song."

A deep voice broke the silence in the car.

Song Tingwan came back to his senses and asked, "What?"

Xiao Yunze held an unopened loaf of bread in his arms, his knuckles white from pinching it on his knees. "Were you frightened by those corpses this afternoon, and Wu Yu's current appearance?"

Song Tingwan was stunned for a moment, not knowing why he suddenly asked this, but she still answered truthfully: "Those rotting corpses were actually okay. They were too smelly, so I didn't look too closely. I was really scared when I first saw Wu Yu."

"My previous job was mainly responsible for researching pharmaceuticals, which didn't require surgery. Although I've seen scarier things before, this is the first time I've come across something this close."

Hearing this, Xiao Yunze's eyes darkened. He turned slightly and pulled Song Tingwan into his arms.

The bread in his arms fell to the ground, and Song Tingwan's heart skipped a beat.