Under the general's instructions, the military medics hurriedly and methodically moved among the wounded soldiers. They carried medicine kits filled with hemostatic drugs, bandages, and simple bone-setting tools given to them by Princess Qingyun.
Faced with wounded soldiers groaning in pain, the military doctors remained calm and composed, quickly assessing the injuries, and some busied themselves stopping the bleeding and bandaging the wounds.
Some carefully immobilized the broken limbs of the soldiers, while gently comforting them and providing them with emotional support.
Cold raindrops began to fall, pattering on the busy figures of the military doctors, mixing with blood and flowing into dark red streams on the ground.
The soldiers responsible for clearing the battlefield worked in pairs to move the corpses. The bodies of the Tianxuan Army and the Xuanyuan Kingdom soldiers were placed separately for later processing.
They carried stretchers, their faces solemn, transporting the cold corpses to designated locations. Weapons left behind on the battlefield were also collected; the damaged ones were piled up, awaiting remelting.
Those still usable were neatly arranged to the side, awaiting inventory and storage. The rain gradually intensified, soaking the soldiers' clothes, but it could not dampen their determination to carry out their mission. The ground beneath their feet became muddy, making each step quite difficult.
The General of the Flying Cavalry personally oversaw everything, his eyes showing no sign of slackening. Under his efficient command, the chaotic situation on the battlefield was gradually brought under control.
After bringing the wounded back to the camp, the cooks started a fire to prepare meals. Wisps of smoke rose slowly from the post-war ruins, mingling with the pervasive rain and mist.
The soldiers sat together, silently eating their food. Their faces showed fatigue, but even more so, the satisfaction of victory and a firm resolve for future battles.
Qin Qianluo moved lightly and gracefully into the wounded soldiers' tent. Inside the tent, the air was heavy, filled with a mixture of pain and the scent of medicine.
The dim candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the tired yet resolute faces of the medics and wounded soldiers. Her gaze was firm yet gentle as she quickly immersed herself in assisting the medics with treating their wounds.
In the midst of her busy work, she quietly took out the spiritual spring water and carefully rinsed the wounds of the injured soldiers, so that the wounds could heal faster and the soldiers could feel less pain.
This was the first time she had faced the brutal and magnificent battlefield of the era of cold weapons so closely and so vividly.
A howling wind swept across the land, and the setting sun, like blood, dyed the sky crimson, as if laying a tragic backdrop for this battlefield.
The gleaming blades, the deafening battle cries, and the pungent stench of blood swept over her like a surging tide.
On the battlefield, broken halberds and fragments of weapons were everywhere, and the soil, stained with blood, gleamed with a nauseating dark red luster under the setting sun.
However, such bloodshed and cruelty did not frighten or deter her; instead, it strengthened her resolve to conquer the Xuanyuan Kingdom.
After working together with the military doctor to carefully care for all the wounded, Qin Qianluo walked alone to the center of the battlefield.
At this moment, the drizzle in the sky had stopped, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and a few rays of moonlight struggled to penetrate the clouds, shining on the battlefield that had been repeatedly washed by the rain, like a huge and tragic scroll slowly unfolding before her eyes.
A profound and indescribable sorrow welled up in her eyes, and her thoughts drifted away. The remains of the soldiers had been properly collected and buried.
Whether they were warriors from Tianxuan Kingdom, soldiers from Xuanyuan Kingdom, or even the bodies of their commanders, they were all buried with respect beneath the land where they had fought and bled.
Although the two countries are enemies at this moment and are at war with each other, their fearless courage and heroic spirit as soldiers on the battlefield undoubtedly deserve to be treated with the highest honors by the Tianxuan Kingdom.
This has been a long-standing tradition in Tianxuan Kingdom, a source of pride and dignity deeply ingrained in the nation's soul. All of this has deepened Qin Qianluo's genuine love and reverence for her country.
She stood there silently for a long, long time, as if she had become an immortal statue on the battlefield. Only when a cool breeze blew by did she slightly come back to her senses, turn around and slowly return to her tent.
She knew that the brief rest was only to prepare them for a more powerful advance, and that the next city awaited their conquest.
Presumably, the battle report from here will reach the ears of the Emperor of Xuanyuan Kingdom as soon as the army arrives at the next city, and he will surely send one of those ten men to come.
At that time, unknown challenges and difficulties will likely loom over their journey like a thick fog, making the road ahead no longer as smooth as it is today.
The Tianxuan army rested peacefully in their tents overnight. At dawn, a thin mist enveloped the camp like a veil, and dewdrops glistened on the grass, refracting a rainbow of colors.
As the eastern sky just began to lighten and the first rays of dawn gently fell upon the camp, the army entered the newly conquered city in an orderly fashion.
Their military discipline was impeccable, as strong as steel, and they committed no offenses against anyone they encountered. The army left only a small, well-trained squad to handle the aftermath of the battle.
The remaining elite troops continued their journey without hesitation, bravely advancing towards the unknown future. The vast army, like a surging river, drew ever closer to its next target city.
Upon arriving at the city walls, tents were quickly erected like a forest. As soon as the camp was set up, the imposing figure of the General of the Cavalry spurred his horse out of the camp and loudly challenged the enemy.
At this moment, the wilderness outside the city was desolate, withered grass trembling in the wind, and distant mountains rose and fell, like silent behemoths watching the battle that was about to unfold.
The general defending the city turned out to be a cowardly coward. Before the two sides could even officially engage in fierce fighting, the tightly closed city gates slowly opened, and he led the city's garrison to surrender.
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