There were rows of white tents, with people coming in and out. Ah Zhu had been looking for Xia Xiao for a long time. When she saw him, she didn't want to cry because he needed to rest. But she felt sorry for Xia Xiao, who was covered in wounds and had been wrapped up like a dumpling. She knew that she didn't sense Xia Xiao through the wristband, so something must have happened to him.

"Are you okay? Don't scare me!"

Ah Zhu looked at Xia Xiao's lifeless face and pale lips, and couldn't help but feel scared. But he was always like this, and Ah Zhu shed a few tears and got used to it. She looked at Xia Xiao's backpack. Although it was torn, the scroll inside was still there, so that was good. She leaned the backpack against her feet. The things inside were very important and could not be lost or taken away by others.

Although Ah Zhu was also from Daxia, she had little contact with this country. Before leaving the mountains, the farthest place she had been was Longgang, and the most powerful person she had seen was the Lord of Longgang City sitting in a carriage. Therefore, she was very unfamiliar with this army, and it was not an exaggeration to say that she did not believe it. Now she could stay in it and feel at ease, all because of that very thin relationship.

With her head propped up, Ah Zhu muttered that Xia Xiao was always like this, and she didn't know when she would really die. Despite saying so, she still stayed by his side, wanting Xia Xiao to see her first when she woke up.

Because the wind wave was blocked by a powerful person from Qulun, Xia Xiao's injury was not serious, but it took a lot of effort to control his energy, so it took a long time for him to recover. But even with the pills in his body, Xia Xiao slept from morning to afternoon.

While eating the steamed buns given by the nurse, Ah Zhu suddenly felt that the people here were really nice, which made her feel connected to Da Xia again. Xia Xiao didn't wake up, and Ah Zhu was bored. Although the soldiers who retreated from the battlefield were all injured and looked a little scary, she was still a member of the academy. Just because everyone was polite to him, she followed the nurse and helped people bandage and change the dressing.

At first, the young nurse tried to stop her. She was just an ordinary nurse who came to the military camp out of passion. Although she thought she was doing something noble, how could she let Ah Zhu help her? She was from the academy, one of the only fourteen people left in the academy, and she was a treasure.

Ah Zhu was also stubborn. After eating the steamed buns she gave him, he wanted to help her with the work. Because there was a lot of work, the young nurse didn't have time to keep refusing, so she had to bite the bullet and let Ah Zhu follow her. She had some basic skills, and the young nurse taught her. The two of them chatted while completing their own tasks, and then they realized that they were the same age.

The young men of seventeen or eighteen years old were passionate and upright, and wanted to make a name for themselves. The girls of this age were not willing to lag behind, and they set high goals and threw themselves into the cause. The young nurse's surname was Yu and her name was Qi Ling. She was restrained at first, but then she asked Ah Zhu a lot about the academy. Only then did she know that the fairyland she thought of was really a fairyland. Although it was difficult to see its appearance, it was probably very satisfying to hear Ah Zhu talk about it in detail.

Because the flag spirits could only do some basic medical work, they were only in contact with soldiers with very minor injuries. When they saw the two women, they were both respectful and curious. Some were timid and dared not look directly at them. The fierceness of killing the enemy on the battlefield was restrained. Some brave soldiers raised their arms and limped, ran over to surround Ah Zhu and the other two women, and asked them all kinds of questions.

"Sister Azhu, what realm are you in?"

"My strength is poor, I haven't reached the realm of nobility yet."

"That's very strong. He can fight ten enemies at once on the battlefield."

Perhaps everyone was happy to be alive and was extremely excited at this moment. But it was this happiness that made them ask questions they shouldn't have asked, and Qi Ling was flustered when he saw the loneliness flash across Ah Zhu's face, and he didn't know what to do. The soldier who asked the question also noticed it and immediately backed off, saying:

"Please forgive me if I said something wrong."

"It doesn't matter. I'm an orphan without parents to take care of me. My grandmother brought me up since I was a child. As for my talent, it must not have been given by my parents. Otherwise, someone with such talent must have a high level of thinking and would definitely not abandon me."

Qi Ling felt a little sympathetic towards her and held her hand, as if to comfort her. Compared to Ah Zhu, although her parents did not want her to come to the military camp, she was lucky, at least she still had her parents, at least she still had a home waiting for her to return to. Ah Zhu was a little bit nervous, and was sad for only a moment, and then she smiled again and said:

"Let's go back and see if there's any other work."

Qi Ling nodded, and he and Qi Ling walked towards the seriously injured area where Xia Xiao was, carrying a pile of dirty bandages. Ah Zhu deliberately walked around with Qi Ling just to see Xia Xiao. He had already woken up, rubbed his head, and drank the water beside him in one gulp.

There was a strange light in Ah Zhu's eyes, which Qi Ling had never seen before. She ran to Xia Xiao and excitedly told him about the new friend she had met this afternoon.

Xia Xiao followed Ah Zhu's gaze and looked over, which made Qi Ling a little nervous. She had heard of Xia Xiao. He was the son of General Jinghong, and the legendary one who came from afar. The whole military camp was familiar with him. When they knew that Xia Xiao had been promoted to Shengguo and was going to the battlefield that night, the whole military camp was looking forward to it. Although there were mixed reviews, his deeds were still widely circulated. When bandaging the soldiers before, Qi Ling heard that it was him who turned the tide of the battle. How should such a strong man look at her?

Qi Ling hugged the bandage with a self-abased look, with a shy smile on her face. But Xia Xiao must be an extremely cold and arrogant person, right? Only people like that seem to be worthy of the word "strong".

Qi Ling had obviously guessed wrong. Xia Xiao, who had ointment on his face, smiled at her and nodded slightly as if to say hello. The tenderness in his eyes was to thank her for taking care of Ah Zhu. Xia Xiao raised her hand and waved, which made Qi Ling a little embarrassed, because her arms were full of used bandages that needed to be cleaned and disinfected. All she could do was this simple task.

The first greeting at dusk was hasty and simple. Xia Xiao stood up and removed the bandages. His injuries were almost healed. He carried his tattered bag and helped Qi Ling and A Zhu carry the bandages to the logistics unit.

The doctor who was in charge of issuing tasks for Qi Ling was speechless when he saw Xia Xiao, but Xia Xiao did not delay her work. It was almost dusk, the busiest time. Therefore, he took Ah Zhu, who had put down the bandage in his arms, to find Lin Tian, ​​leaving two lonely figures facing the dusk in Qi Ling's eyes.

Qi Ling had an illusion that no matter how many people Xia Xiao and Ah Zhu met on the road, they could only rely on each other in the end. But she was just a little nurse, and being young was not an excuse for delusion. She quickly continued to be busy. The bandages were not enough, so she had to hurry to clean them.

There are many girls like Qi Ling in the military camp. They are not professional medical personnel, but they have some basic skills. However, the military camp needs them, so they left their homes and came here at the risk of their lives.

At this critical moment of Daxia's life and death, young people should know how to contribute. They could not go to the battlefield, so they rubbed bandages here. This was not an easy job. The 100,000 lightly wounded soldiers were handled by more than 500 of them. This made them unable to stretch their fingers straight. By the time it was dark, blood had been poured into basins, and white bandages finally fluttered on countless bamboo poles.

The bandages fluttering in the wind looked a bit like the spirit flags on the graves, which made people feel uneasy. But they didn't have time to pay attention to it, because there were still things waiting for them to do. There is always something to do in the military camp after the war.

Five hundred people, fifty classes, they were busy running around like children with a gun in their hands, and they felt extremely guilty if they stopped for a moment.

As an ordinary member of the group, Qi Ling had no privilege to escape from what she had to do, so she was always busy and never saw Xia Xiao and Azhu again. She regarded them as the driving force in her heart. Although it was difficult for her to be as famous as them at her age, the only thing she could do was to do the things in front of her well.

As night fell, the sky grew darker, but the neatly arranged white tents remained pristinely white without a single stain, unlike the battlefield in the distance which was pitch black as if stained by the souls of the dead, never to return to its original color.

At one end of the battlefield, Lin Tian sat on a pile of dead bodies, with a large pot of water beside him. He raised it to drink with great pride. But the colorless body in the darkness was like blood that had been robbed of its bright red color by the night, and was stained with a fishy smell.

"General, Xia Xiao wants to see you."

The voices of the soldiers made Lin Tian stand up. He had been sitting here for most of the day, and the effect was remarkable. His goal was to keep the bodies of these Nan Shang soldiers here forever. As the defeated party, Nan Shang did not even have the ability to cremate the dead soldiers, so Lin Tian vented his anger. It was already late at night, and Lin Tian should go back, but he did not forget to remind him.

"Set up traps all around."

The soldier nodded and said yes. In the night, Lin Tian was like a dead tree, gradually withering like a rotten tree, and finally breaking into pieces like sand and dust.

This is Lin Tian's clone. Although it is not strong, it is still effective due to its wood element characteristics. It can shock ordinary soldiers without any pressure. This clone is Lin Tian's consciousness. Although such a clone has many disadvantages, this consciousness returns to his body along with a very long tree root underground. The general in the eyes of the adjutant finally wakes up.

Removing the hand seal, General Lin Tian hurriedly said please come in. Outside the curtain, Xia Xiao and Ah Zhu came in. They were polite and well-mannered. After sitting down, they said:

"General, sorry to bother you."

"The Third Young Master is a lucky star, how can you say that I am disturbing you? Please speak freely and say whatever you want to say, don't keep it in your heart."

Xia Xiao nodded and asked:

"How do you feel about the first battle, General?"

This question is very simple, but difficult to answer. If ordinary soldiers or logistics personnel ask, he will say that the first battle was a success and victory is in sight. If generals ask, he will say that they should be careful and not be careless. They need to obey orders and take steady steps to be better than the Southern Merchants. If the emperor asks, he will say that the front line is in danger and more practitioners need to be summoned. The army's human wave tactics are not as good as competing for the number of practitioners. And if those powerful Qulun asked, Lin Tian would only shake his head.

In Xia Xiao's eyes as clear as ice, Lin Tian's face was serious. Under the candlelight, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, not a general with the highest military power in the dynasty. But when he raised his eyes, Lin Tian showed the aura of a majestic general. Although the battlefield was composed of countless people, and many of them were not under his control, the direction of the war he understood would not deviate from the most realistic route.