There were many tents in the temporary camp. Since she was a girl, Lao Zhang sent her to live near the hospital next to the medical team.
Next door is the wartime rear hospital, where many wounded soldiers from the front were recuperating.
On the open space where bed sheets and gauze were originally hung to dry, there was a large pool of blood that had not yet solidified.
He changed out of the dark clothes he had worn during the battle and put on trousers, riding boots, a shirt and a vest, looking neat and tidy again like when he first arrived.
When he saw that the situation was no match for the enemy, he immediately returned to the tent, took all the weapons he had with him, and then followed the footprints and bloodstains on the ground from the tent.
She didn't dare to think about why the camp was so quiet. She would rather believe that everyone had abandoned her and marched away in the night, rather than that something unexpected had happened.
Her hands were always on her waist, where she kept her usual pistol. She had a big knife on her back and a few grenades hanging on her waist.
She didn't know how many people were ahead of her who could make such a large army disappear overnight.
She saw that there was more blood on the ground than that day when she was so bloody, and the ground was soaked with red blood.
The further we go, the more disordered our footsteps become and the stronger the smell of blood becomes.
It took me ten minutes to see the shadow of the team. The team that was celebrating yesterday was standing neatly in the team today.
There were so many people but no sound at all, as quiet as shadows.
She walked slowly, and everyone who passed by made room for her, and she walked to the front of the line little by little.
The loudmouth who was complaining about her eating and drinking little yesterday is now lying on a stretcher covered in blood, with a doctor bandaging his wounds.
There were several seriously injured people lying around, and the doctors and nurses were busy all the time.
Looking up, I saw a man covered in blood holding a big knife. The tip of the knife was dragging across the ground, leaving a winding line of blood.
"We fought bravely against the enemy, and yet these people stabbed us in the back? If Loudspeaker hadn't drunk too much water and gone to the bathroom today, we would have been wiped out one by one!
What you usually say is so beautiful. We are all striving for the same goal, we must work together! You are united! I was wondering why you started to be so generous, even treating everyone to egg soup. It turns out you wanted to poison everyone with medicine.
"We don't even have one egg to eat in a year, and you, damn it, actually want to poison it? Isn't that a waste of food? Didn't your mother teach you to cherish every grain of food? Didn't she teach you that if you waste food, you will be struck by lightning?"
After saying that, he suddenly raised the sword and swung it down with great force, his movements were smooth and powerful.
However, he did not kill him with one blow. Instead, he continued to follow the man like a cat playing with a mouse, and would stab him if he saw him move.
This is not about dealing with a spy, it's pure murder.
There were several people in the open space around. Some were so scared that they knelt on the ground and kowtowed for mercy; some were sitting on the ground with a puddle of water flowing from under their buttocks; and some were lying on the ground with their eyes closed, and it was unclear whether they were really fainting or just pretending.
Jiang Cha had never seen the person before, and judging from his clothes, he didn't look like someone in the team. As for the people he was dealing with, she had seen some of them before.
"You're a big bandit yourself, and you make a living by robbing and pillaging. What right do you have to deal with us? Abusing prisoners will result in a lawsuit!"
"Who saw it? You? You? Or you?"
The man stared with red eyes, staring at everyone in the team and asking them one by one.
“I didn’t see it!”
"Where?"
"Why can't I see? Who blew out the light?"
A pair of eyes stared at her, and she shuddered with panic in her heart.
Then the man who had walked over stepped back and slapped her shoulder twice with his free hand.
"I'll remember you!"
After saying that, he strode over and greeted the man who had just accused him of abusing prisoners. If he wasn't afraid of being killed, he would have probably stabbed him three times and made six holes in his throat, or cut him into a hundred or eighty pieces.
She tilted her head and saw a bloody handprint clearly imprinted on her white shirt.
She felt her neck was a little cold for some reason!
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