Do you want to eat preserves?

Everyone was stunned.

No matter how many things he thought about it, he never expected that this woman would say such a thing.

This is on the battlefield.

Why are there women on the battlefield? Why are women here at the front? Why are they here in such a dangerous place?

Why do you carry preserves with you?

Why should the first sentence be to invite people to eat preserves?

Countless questions flashed through the minds of these soldiers, but they could not find the answers.

There were too many unexpected things today.

No one knew how to react.

The spring breeze blew on my face, and the faint fragrance dispelled the bloody smell lingering in my nostrils. I didn't know whether it was the fragrance of this woman or the sweet fragrance of the preserved honey in my hands.

Duke Cheng looked at the girl standing in front of him, smiled slightly, and loosened his hand holding the sword.

The big knife fell to the ground in a pool of blood, which made it look even colder and more eerie.

Duke Cheng was a little unsteady as he lost his support, and the deputy general behind him hurriedly supported him.

Duke Cheng stretched out his hand, then paused.

"My hands are a little dirty." He said seriously, looking at his hands.

His hands were covered in blood, some from others and some from himself.

He apologized for his dirty hands, even though it was on the battlefield, after the fighting, and when he was seriously injured.

Miss Jun said "oh" and reached out to open the candied fruit and put it on Duke Cheng's open palm, looking at him seriously and expectantly with a smile on her face.

The little girl's eyes are as soft and bright as a pool of spring water.

Although I don't know who she is, she definitely can't be a delicate little girl to appear on this bloody battlefield.

There was tension on her face, but her tension was not because she was on the battlefield, nor because of Duke Cheng's horrific injuries, but because of this candied fruit.

I was worried whether he would eat it or not, and whether it would taste good.

It seemed like that was the only thing that mattered.

Duke Cheng smiled again, held the opened candied honey in his palm, brought it to his cracked and bleeding mouth, and ate it in one gulp.

He chewed seriously, his gentle face wrinkled slightly.

Miss Jun suddenly became a little nervous.

"It's a little sour." Duke Cheng said with a smile, "It's delicious, thank you."

A smile spread across Miss Jun's face, like a blooming spring flower.

The people around him breathed a sigh of relief for some unknown reason, as if a huge problem had been solved; many people even laughed for some unknown reason.

"The fruits here are not good, and the food they cook doesn't taste good." Miss Jun said, with a slightly disappointed look on her face.

It can't compare to the preserves in the palace.

Is there something wrong with this little girl's brain? The generals beside her finally came to their senses and looked strange.

Is this thing called preserves something we are discussing now?

"Duke, your injury..." a general said with a sob, kneeling on one knee and looking at Duke Cheng with an anxious expression.

"Your injury, Lord."

The other generals also reacted and gathered around and spoke loudly, reminding the little girl what time it was and what the condition of the man in front of her was.

To be honest, Duke Cheng was seriously injured.

The knife cut through the armor on his arm, and his body was covered in blood.

Although his face was calm, it was pale and beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead. The hand that had just clenched the long sword in front of him was shaking slightly, and his body also began to tremble.

It turned out that the purpose of holding the long sword just now was not to support myself while sitting, but to suppress the pain.

The pain was obviously extreme.

Although Duke Cheng had many wounds on his body, there was only one that caused the most extreme pain and was the most critical.

That's the rifle on his chest.

This injury is too severe! I'm afraid...

The officers and soldiers were suddenly even more grief-stricken, and many of them knelt on the ground and cried.

"No problem, no problem."

But a soft female voice sounded, with a hint of joy.

No problem? Happy?

It's already like this! Who on earth is this girl...

The generals turned their heads away angrily.

"You are the Shun'an Army, is Mao Shuncai here?" A general shouted with temper. Now the troops over there were approaching, and the fluttering military flags could be seen.

The general naturally recognized which army this was, although there was an unfamiliar flag among them.

Mao Shuncai was the commander-in-chief of the Shun'an Army. As a trusted general of Duke Cheng, it was natural that he dealt with generals of the same rank.

These people in front of him should not be high-ranking generals, because he didn't recognize them.

However, to provide assistance from such a long distance, the general must be in charge.

But why is General Mao Shuncai nowhere to be seen? Is he still in the battle line? Or has he gone to attack the Jin army camp?

The general let the thought flash through his mind and ignored it for the time being.

"Is the military doctor still here?" he asked anxiously again.

Their military doctor had unfortunately been shot to death in the previous attacks by the Jin soldiers.

Li Guorui nodded hurriedly.

"There is a doctor, there is a doctor," he said.

However, he did not call the doctor loudly as the generals had imagined, but stood aside again.

"Please come in, Miss Jun." He said respectfully.

again…

The generals looked frozen and were about to say something, but when they saw the girl had already stretched out her hand, a man standing behind her immediately handed over a medicine box.

He really is a doctor.

The generals' expressions relaxed a little. It turned out that he was a doctor. He could follow the army.

But is this woman okay?

Not to mention that there are few women practicing medicine, doctors in the army are also different from civilian doctors. They mostly treat war wounds, which is both bloody and inconvenient for women.

Miss Jun has already bent down in front of Duke Cheng and started to treat the wound.

The generals breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that she moved skillfully and did not show any shyness or fear like a woman, as if she was accustomed to the knife and gun wounds that tore her skin and flesh.

However, two generals still stood next to Li Guorui and other men.

"The Duke is seriously injured. Do you have any other doctors?" One of the generals Su Rong whispered.

Li Guorui smiled.

"Master Wu, there is no need to find another doctor." He said, "If Miss Jun can't be cured, then no doctor can cure her."

Why? Why are you so arrogant? The general frowned.

"Because she is Miss Jun." Li Guorui said, as excited as when he first heard it, "Miss Jun of Jiulingtang, Miss Jun who is known for her expertise in curing difficult and complicated diseases and bringing people back to health, and who can even make smallpox vaccines."

She has been in charge of the army since its formation. The good medicines she uses and her skills in treating wounds can save half of the injured soldiers compared to before.

Wounded soldiers are a terrible drain on an army, but on the other hand, soldiers who survive hundreds of battles are a terrible strength of an army. So after all the fighting, the soldiers who survived the wars have more combat experience. Today, the momentum of the Shun'an Army is much more powerful than before.

These generals had heard of Miss Jun's fame. They might not know much else about her, but they certainly knew about vaccination. After all, most of them had wives and children.

A doctor who can invent smallpox vaccine to save children from the scourge of smallpox is certainly a miracle doctor.

After hearing this, the generals no longer had any doubts and suddenly understood.

No wonder this woman was able to join the army and these people respected her so much. It turns out she is a miracle doctor.

"Miss Jun, the Duke's injury..." Everyone couldn't help asking questions.

Miss Jun had already treated the rest of Duke Cheng's wounds and was now holding the gunpoint on her chest.

Of course the gun head cannot be pulled out, if it is pulled out the person will die on the spot.

"Break some more..."

"Let us help press it..."

The generals took the initiative to speak.

Before he finished speaking, the woman pulled her hand back and shook it hard. Duke Cheng groaned, leaned forward, and blood spurted out instantly. The gun that was originally stuck in his chest was pulled out by the woman and thrown backwards, hitting the ground with a clang.

The people around were caught off guard and were sprayed with blood all over their faces, and they cried out in shock.

Duke Cheng groaned, fell backwards and passed out.

There was a stagnation all around.

The generals finally reacted and almost fainted when they saw Duke Cheng, whose face was as pale as gold and motionless, with blood gushing out of his chest.

Oh my god!

This woman was too fierce and too cruel, wasn't she? Can this injury be healed like this?

"You! You!" a deputy general shouted angrily.

Miss Jun had already neatly wrapped Duke Cheng's wound with a bandage soaked in thick medicinal juice.

"How can this be stopped..." the general continued shouting.

Before he finished speaking, Li Guorui coughed lightly.

"Stop it." He reminded in a low voice.

The general was startled, and saw that the blood on Duke Cheng's chest had indeed stopped gushing out.

"But, but..." He was about to say something, but Miss Jun had already stuffed a pill into Duke Cheng's mouth, rubbed it a few times and helped him swallow it. At the same time, several golden needles were inserted into Duke Cheng's head.

With a faint sigh, the fainted Cheng Guogong opened his eyes. Although his face was still as pale as gold paper, his eyes had not faded.

"That's neat. Very good." He moved his lips and said, "Thank you."

Although his voice was weak and inaudible, his words were clear and he was obviously conscious.

Miss Jun looked at him and smiled, a little shyly, as if she was a little embarrassed to be praised and thanked.

It was fine for others, but Lei Zhonglian's eyebrows twitched when he saw it from behind.

It turns out that this girl would feel embarrassed when being praised.

"The Duke's injury..." the other generals asked cautiously.

I'm very afraid that this woman will do something terrible again.

Fortunately, this time Miss Jun did not move again. She pulled out the golden needle and stood up.

"It's okay for now, but we can't delay any longer," she said. "Leave here as soon as possible and go to a safe place."

It was normal to say this, and the generals breathed a sigh of relief. They were actually scared because the girl had not behaved normally since she appeared.

"Where is Mao Shuncai?" the general asked again, "Who is the commander of your battalion now?"

He scanned the crowd and saw Li Guorui and several other men take another step back.

No way...

Could it be that...

The general's brow twitched.

"Deploy the troops and withdraw them. Summon the three battalions of Hanqing to rejoin the team." A soft female voice sounded behind him.