The next morning, at the gate of the Imperial Hospital.
A group of doctors gathered together with their bags on their backs. They were deeply moved when they saw the emperor and empress coming to see them off.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, in this battle, we will do our utmost to treat the wounded."
"Well, just do your best."
Ying Zheng nodded and replied calmly, his usually cold and majestic face showing a rare bit of gentleness.
Chu Yuening looked around at everyone. Some were old, some were young, some were tall, some were short. The only thing they had in common was the determination to face death head-on.
She sighed softly, and her unhurried tone was as warm and gentle as the spring breeze.
"Everyone, please take care of yourselves."
"The road ahead is treacherous. I wish you a safe journey and a safe return."
"Don't worry, Madam. When Xiaomin comes back, he will go to the hospital for further training!"
Bai Ying blinked and said playfully, her laughter was crisp and lively, with the youthful vigor and vitality of a young person, diluting the heavy and tragic atmosphere.
Everyone's solemn expressions relaxed slightly, and the sadness between Chu Yuening's brows also dissipated a lot.
She looked at Bai Ying, and when her eyes fell on that young face, her brows became softer, and her voice contained a faint smile.
"Okay, then I'll reserve a position for you as an intern."
"Thank you, my lady!"
"Hehe, the queen is really beautiful and kind-hearted~"
Bai Ying thanked him happily with an optimistic and cheerful attitude, not like she was going to a battlefield where blood and flesh were flying everywhere, but rather as if she was on a leisurely spring outing.
After a while, the doctors bid farewell to the emperor and empress, and set out on the road ahead that was destined to be dangerous with firm steps.
A group of white figures walked farther and farther away until they disappeared from sight, but Chu Yuening was still staring at them in a daze.
Ying Zheng hugged his worried wife, softened his voice and comforted her gently.
"Yuening, don't worry too much. I've asked Meng Qing to take good care of them."
"Well, not only them, but also the 300,000 soldiers. I hope they are all safe."
Chu Yuening snuggled in the man's warm embrace, and the faint scent of cedar soothed her inner restlessness.
She knew that this idea was unrealistic, even naive enough to be a little ridiculous.
From ancient times to the present, war has always been cold, cruel and bloody.
Whether victory or defeat, the road ahead is paved with countless corpses and blood.
But she still wanted to pray sincerely, praying that every soldier would return safely.
Because they have a mother, a wife, and children at home who are eagerly waiting for their return.
"Does Yue Ning regret it?"
Noticing the woman's depressed mood, Ying Zheng lowered his eyes, stroked her cheek with his fingertips, and asked in a low voice.
"No, I don't regret it."
Chu Yuening shook her head firmly in denial, then stood up, looked into those phoenix eyes as deep as the night, and told the story.
"The Xiongnu are ambitious, and a war will come sooner or later."
"Besides, people are born in hardship and die in comfort. If a country does not strive for progress, it will eventually perish."
"My motherland was once battered and bruised, suffering wanton humiliation from other countries. Only after the struggles and sacrifices of countless martyrs did it finally stand up again."
"If you fall behind, you will be beaten. We Chinese people don't want to be bullied. That's why we must stand at the top of the world and make other countries crawl at our feet."
The woman has a slim figure but a straight back, and possesses a proud and unyielding character like a winter plum.
Her voice was soft but powerful, carrying a majestic and powerful force that struck the heart directly.
Ying Zheng stared quietly into the woman's eyes, which were as bright as stars and sparkling, and he spoke in a gentle voice.
"Yes, I will."
"I will."
Then his phoenix eyes flashed, emitting the immense power of an emperor of all ages. His tone was low and powerful, like a towering mountain, which made people feel extremely reassured.
"In this life, I will never allow the descendants of China to be bullied."
The sun sets in the west, and the soft twilight covers the entire sky and earth. The white clouds are dyed into orange, lavender, light pink... It is so gorgeous.
Jiuyuan County, at the city gate.
A huge convoy was approaching rapidly from a distance. Zhao Liu was already accustomed to it and calmly asked someone to report it to the general.
After Meng Tian learned the news, he immediately rode his horse out of the city, intending to personally welcome the military doctors to highlight his importance.
On the battlefield, swords and knives are merciless and injuries are common. If the injury is serious such as a broken arm or leg, with the help of a military doctor, at least your life can be saved.
As soon as he arrived at the city gate, he spotted a group of people in white clothes, so he strode forward to greet them.
After a while, it was getting dark, and the group was exhausted from the long journey, and their faces were becoming more and more tired.
Seeing this situation, Meng Tian did not hesitate and directly ordered his personal soldiers to take people to properly settle them.
However, he did not forget the important matter. He grabbed Ma Fei who was about to leave, led him to the car, and spoke solemnly.
"Brother Ma, this general has an important mission for you."
"General Meng, please tell me. Even if it means going through fire and water, I will not refuse!"
Ma Fei looked serious but not worried at all. He immediately patted his chest and agreed to show his loyalty.
After all, what kind of danger could a driver like him get into? At most, he was just transporting food and supplies.
It's impossible that General Meng is so cruel as to let a mere coachman go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, right?
General Meng is not really the King of Hell.
"You are my brother. How could I possibly put you in danger?"
"Brother Ma, don't worry. I promise I won't let you get hurt!"
Meng Tian assured righteously, his eyes flickering slightly, then he coughed twice and made a gesture with his thumb and index finger.
"Ahem, it's just... although this matter isn't that dangerous, it might just be a little bit exciting."
"Don't worry, General Meng. I, Ma Fei, have been driving for many years. What big scenes have I not seen?"
"I've encountered assassinations several times."
"I'm not bragging, but the thing I'm most afraid of in my life is excitement!"
Ma Fei boasted with great ambition, and there was a hint of pride on his honest face.
Hearing this, Meng Tian's expression lit up. He patted Ma Fei's shoulder in appreciation and laughed heartily.
"Hahaha, Brother Ma is really brave! This general admires you!"
After the two of them praised each other for a while, they started talking about business.
Meng Tian waved to Ma Fei, his eyes sparkling and a mysterious smile hanging on the corners of his mouth.
"Come closer and listen, then you can do this... this..."
“Ah? Ah?!!”
"Really, do you really want to do this?"
"General, I can't do this..."
Upon hearing the assigned task, Ma Fei's face instantly turned pale, his legs trembled constantly, and he completely lost his previous ambition.
Meng Tian's face turned stern, his eyes glared, and he tightly grasped Ma Fei's shoulders with his iron arms, trying to persuade him with a frustrated look.
"A real man, a man who stands tall and proud, how can you say no?"
"Brother Ma, you must not let this general down!"
"Okay... I can do it, I can do it..."
The evil ghost's low moaning lingered in Ma Fei's ears. He could only reply with a sad face and powerless, looking as if he had lost his parents.
He's really stupid, really.
How can you believe the words of the living King of Hell?
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