Just three hours ago, Xiao Ming had sent soldiers to Nanwu Pass. It was unknown whether the war situation at Nanwu Pass was better than theirs.
If it takes too long, they don’t know how long they can hold out. The reinforcements sent by the court will take at least ten days to arrive.
At this time, Nangong Beichen also saw the messenger who came to report the news. He learned that the war at Chaoyang Pass was tense. Baili Qianhan here had already retreated, and the soldiers were now cleaning up the battlefield.
This time, it was estimated that around 30,000 to 40,000 Northern Border soldiers were killed, while no Southern Border soldiers were injured or killed. This kind of war was something Xiao Lei had never seen in his life. That battle didn't have more than a thousand casualties! Fortunately, Princess Zhenguo and His Royal Highness Prince Chen arrived, otherwise he really wouldn't be sure of winning this battle.
Nanwu Pass is eighty kilometers away from Chaoyang Pass, and it takes about an hour to drive there. Fengjiu and Nangong Beichen discussed leaving one thousand people with weapons at Nanwu Pass just in case, and taking the remaining four thousand people to Chaoyang Pass for support.
Fengjiu released fifteen large trucks from the space, and Nangong Beichen's secret guards drove away with four thousand troops. Fengjiu and Nangong Beichen teleported to Chaoyang Pass.
When the two men arrived at the military camp, it was in a mess.
The smoke of the battlefield has not yet dissipated, and the setting sun is as blood-red, shining on the devastated land.
In the wounded soldiers' camp, painful groans and low sobs were intertwined, like a sad and tragic song.
The simple tent was packed with wounded soldiers.
Some had broken arms, some had broken legs, and some were covered with deep and shallow knife and arrow wounds, and their tattered clothes were stained red with blood.
A young soldier lay in the corner, his eyes empty and confused, his face full of pain and fear.
An arrow pierced his chest deeply, and every breath brought him excruciating pain. He gasped weakly, as if his life would disappear at any moment.
Beside him, an old soldier clutched his severed arm, his face pale as paper. He gritted his teeth to stifle a cry, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
His eyes revealed memories of the battle and despair about the future. He, who had once been brave and fearless on the battlefield, could only helplessly endure the torture of pain.
Military doctors were busy shuttling among the wounded, their hands stained with blood and their faces filled with fatigue and worry.
They tried their best to treat every wounded person, but the lack of medicine and poor medical conditions made them feel powerless.
A soldier developed a high fever due to an infected wound. He was talking nonsense incoherently and calling for his relatives far away.
His comrades surrounded him, their eyes full of concern and helplessness, but they were unable to alleviate his pain.
Elsewhere, several seriously wounded soldiers lay there silently. They knew that their injuries were irreversible, and their eyes revealed their reluctance to give up life and their attachment to their hometown.
They used their last bit of strength to say goodbye to their companions and waited for death to come.
Outside the wounded camp, the embers of war were still flickering, while the wounded soldiers inside the camp were struggling in pain. They were victims of war, enduring the endless pain and suffering brought by the war.
As the sun sets, its afterglow shines on the devastated battlefield and also on the makeshift camp for wounded soldiers.
The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood and herbs, and painful groans could be heard one after another.
A Qiang was carried into the wounded camp by his comrades. During the fierce battle, he was pierced in the abdomen by the enemy's spear, and his armor was stained red with blood.
His consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, and the severe pain almost made him faint.
The military doctor rushed over and frowned when he saw Aqiang's injuries.
The medical staff around him quickly prepared herbs and bandages, but there was a hint of worry in everyone's eyes. No one could guarantee whether he could survive such a serious injury.
Not far from Aqiang, a veteran who had lost both legs lay. He stared blankly at the tent ceiling, muttering to himself, "It's over, everything is over. I can never go back home and see my wife and children again."
His tears slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the blood-stained pillow.
At this time, a young soldier was trembling in pain due to a broken arm.
He bit a piece of rag, trying to stop himself from crying, but the tears still flowed out.
His companion beside him held his hand tightly, giving him silent comfort.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the wounded camp. It turned out that General Xiao Ming had come in person.
Xiao Ming looked at the wounded soldiers in the camp, his eyes red. He said loudly: "Brothers, you are all brave soldiers. The country will not forget your contributions! As long as we stick to our beliefs, victory will belong to us!" The general's words were like a warm current, flowing in the hearts of the wounded soldiers.
Feng Jiu and the other man appeared at this moment. They were shocked by this simple camp for wounded soldiers. They saw wounded soldiers everywhere. There was not even a wooden bed, only a wet ground covered with straw.
When Xiao Ming saw the person coming, he knelt down and saluted, and Nangong Beichen pulled Xiao Ming up.
"Now is not the time to salute. What's the situation on the front line right now?"
Fengjiu went straight into the wounded soldier's tent, took out a bucket of spiritual spring water from the space, and asked the military doctors to give the spiritual spring water to everyone to drink.
An old military doctor with a white beard said, "Whose little kid are you? How did you get into the barracks? Ergou, go tell Deputy General Wang that this little kid accidentally got in. Tell him to send someone to take him home."
Fengjiu took out the jade pendant given by the emperor from the space. When the old military doctor saw the jade pendant, he wanted to kneel down. Fengjiu pulled the old military doctor up.
She said to the crowd, "I am the Princess Fengjiu, personally appointed by the Emperor. All military doctors, obey my orders."
"From now on, you will all follow my instructions. Don't ask any questions. I will be responsible for anything that happens."
The military doctors said, "Yes, Princess."
"First, give the soldiers some of the water in this bucket and throw away all the used gauze."
Fengjiu took out a lot of crawling mats from the space, as well as twenty mattresses, disposable medical gloves, masks, medical sutures, alcohol, cotton swabs and several large boxes of medical cotton.
In addition, a new tent was set up and all other arrangements were made.
The military doctors and soldiers in the army have all heard of this princess who defends the country. The food they are eating now is also sent by this princess. Before, each of them also ate a fairy fruit.
So these soldiers trusted the princess very much and did whatever she told them to do.
Nangong Beichen also learned about the situation. The first attack of the day had just ended, and both sides were dealing with the wounded and counting casualties. It was estimated that the second attack would begin in an hour.
At this time, An Yi and his men also arrived. Nangong Beichen asked An Yi and An Er to make arrangements for the four thousand soldiers equipped with guns and grenades.
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