In the deep night, the mountains in the distance are dim.

The night wind was cold, blowing across the entire Red Flower Camp.

Not far away, the Canglin Fairy City was still brightly lit at night. The orange-yellow light and the faint laughter and music floating in the wind made the military camp even more lonely and desolate.

The wounded were gathered together.

Mulan was on patrol at night and walked into the area where the wounded were gathered, with an angry look on his face.

Her spiritual sense detected many wounded soldiers sleeping on the floor at night, shivering from the cold. Some curled up in a ball, while others groaned in their sleep.

"What's going on? Why don't you activate the magic circle to make the tent warmer?!" Mulan glared at his subordinates, using his spiritual sense to transmit his thoughts and scolding them.

The subordinate quickly reported: "General, our army is running out of spiritual stones, and those that need to be reduced must be reduced."

"I have reported this to you. This is your order."

Mulan's expression froze.

She quickly recalled that during the day, she dealt with military affairs and worried about the running out of military funds.

The subordinates did come to report to her that what she was thinking at the time was: "We cannot lack the compensation for the fallen soldiers, and we must save as much as possible where we can!"

In Mulan's opinion, ensuring the warmth in the tent is indeed something that can be reduced.

Military expenditures were so tight that even if only a few hundred spirit stones were spent in one night, Mulan had to be very careful.

Mulan fell silent.

Now if she was asked to give the order to replenish spirit stones and increase the temperature, she still could not give the order.

Military spending is really tight!

In silence, Mulan opened the curtain and entered the tent.

A pungent smell hit me in the face.

The smell of blood, poison, and typhoid...

Most of the wounded soldiers were lying on the ground, sleeping soundly.

There were only twenty or so stretchers with seriously injured people lying on them.

Some of the wounded were in a semi-asleep state due to the pain.

Zhang Chongyi is still treating the wounded.

He half-knelt beside a stretcher, took out the medicinal mud from the pottery jar with his hands and applied it to the wounds of the wounded.

From time to time, he would activate his skills to transform the medicinal power for the wounded.

Seeing Mulan, Zhang Chongyi just glanced at her and continued his treatment.

However, the seriously injured person on the stretcher struggled to stand up and salute after seeing Mulan.

Mulan came in front of him, stretched out his hand to hold him down, his expression as hard as steel: "Lie down and receive treatment."

"General!" the wounded man choked.

"Wait until you recover from your injury, and then we'll kill the enemy together." Mulan encouraged.

"Yes, General!" The wounded man was so excited that his eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot.

Mulan: ...

Zhang Chongyi sighed and waved at Mulan.

Mulan walked out of the tent with a heavy heart.

A moment later, in the commander's tent, Zhang Zhongyi dragged his exhausted body and reported to Mulan: "The situation is very bad."

"We have too few doctors. Even if I work day and night, I can't treat so many wounded."

"The conditions in the military camp are very bad. Even the temperature cannot be guaranteed."

"If there are a few more cold nights like this, I'm afraid many seriously injured people will lose their lives."

Mulan said in a deep voice: "We must do everything possible to cure them."

Zhang Zhongyi frowned, "Has the situation become so dire? How much military funds are left?"

Zhang Chongyi knew very well that Mulan was not a stingy person and would never withhold military funds.

Mulan forced a smile: "Uncle Zhang, although the military expenditure is small, there are still some guarantees. You have worked hard for three days and three nights. What are the thoughts and emotions of the wounded?"

Zhang Zhongyi said: "Most of the wounded are veterans in the army. They have no grievances, but they are very concerned about the defeat."

"These are the real assets of your General's Mansion."

"They are all elite soldiers. It would be a pity if they died of illness in the barracks due to insufficient military funds and treatment."

"If it really doesn't work..."

Having said that, Zhang Chongyi took out a magic weapon and handed it to Mulan.

"It would be better to pawn this treasure in exchange for military funds!" said Zhang Chongyi.

Mulan was moved: "This is your most precious treasure, Uncle Zhang. How can you exchange it for money?"

"Uncle Zhang, you joined our army and donated almost all of your wealth. If I ask you to pawn your life treasure now, how can I report this to my father?"

"Don't mention this!"

Mulan refused immediately.

Zhang Zhongyi smiled bitterly: "I am no longer a Nascent Soul. My Golden Core fell on the spot, and my life magic weapon was also implicated. It is a defective product."

"It won't have any effect on me."

Mulan's eyes were sharp. "This is absolutely not feasible! If we pawn it, it will undoubtedly expose our army's weakness to the public. Not only will it be a heavy blow to our morale, but it will also attract the enemy in droves."

"Now, many wounded soldiers are barely holding on with the help of the army. A sharp drop in morale will inevitably weaken the army, and many wounded soldiers will be affected, with minor injuries turning into serious injuries, and seriously injured soldiers losing their lives."

"Uncle Zhang, although our troops have withdrawn from the battlefield, the situation is still dangerous."

General Mu's Mansion became the target of many civil and military officials in the court.

This time, Mulan was forced to join the army in place of his father, and it was they who did it.

Once the Red Flower Camp exposes its weakness, it will be like blood flowing out of the wound of its prey, and the sharks will inevitably be attracted.

Zhang Zhongyi: "If we insist on holding on, can we hold on?"

Mulan said confidently: "Of course. Tomorrow is the day when military rations are distributed. With this batch of supplies, our lives will be much better and we will be able to breathe a sigh of relief."

"Uncle Zhang, my father has taught me carefully since I was young. Don't worry, I know everything."

Zhang Zhongyi exhaled a breath of foul air, and his expression became much more relaxed: "That's good, that's good."

After he left, Mulan frowned, and the confident look disappeared, revealing hesitation and sadness.

As the leader of an army, she must always maintain confidence and a strong demeanor. If the commander sighs and frowns, can we expect the morale to remain high?

Ever since the ambush, tremendous pressure has been hanging over Mulan's heart.

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She is the daughter of a general and has always had a clear understanding of her own situation.

In the candlelight on the table, Mulan continued to handle military affairs.

She would calculate every bill carefully and try to save money in every way possible.

The gap in the account was so large that Mulan did not dare to hand the account book over to the quartermaster.

Mulan calculated for a long time, looked at the account, and felt as if he was falling into the abyss.

"Wait until tomorrow. After receiving the military rations and a small amount of spiritual stones tomorrow, we can at least improve the soldiers' food and sustain it for a while."

Mulan sighed in her heart.

Zhang Chongyi had not slept for three days and three nights, and so had she, constantly inspecting the military camp, comforting the soldiers, and settling accounts.

Counting accounts was not something she was good at, nor was it something she enjoyed.

She would rather gallop across the battlefield and kill enemy chiefs with arrows!

But there was no way out; the cruel and cold reality forced her to do so.

Mulan felt very sleepy and exhausted, so she lay down on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

In a daze, she dreamed of her childhood.

General Mu returned to the camp victoriously.

"Dad!" The child Mulan had been waiting at the gate. When he saw his father, he shouted happily, ran all the way, and then couldn't wait to throw himself into the arms of General Mu.

"Hey, hey, slow down, slow down." General Mu couldn't shout in time and could only half-kneel on the ground, opening his arms helplessly, trying his best to catch little Mulan with soft strength.

"I haven't taken off my armor yet. Did I hurt you?" General Mu asked with concern.

He just heard a bang, it was Mulan's forehead hitting his chest armor.

Mulan raised her head and looked up at her father, her eyes full of admiration and respect: "Dad."

As soon as she opened her mouth, her attention was drawn to a flower.

"Huh? What is this?" Mulan pointed at General Mu's shoulder armor, "Dad, there is a flower on your shoulder."

General Mu turned his head and looked at his left shoulder. Sure enough, he saw a bright red flower bud rooted in the gap between the shoulder armor and swaying gently in the breeze.

General Mu reached out, broke it off, and handed it to Mulan: "This is the Blood Spirit Flower."

"This flower only grows and blooms on battlefields."

"The more intense the war, the more casualties there are, the more blood spirit flowers will sprout, and the brighter the color will be."

Mulan was very happy: "This flower is so beautiful, I will take good care of it."

She treasures the gift her father gave her like a treasure.

But General Mu frowned and said, "Nonsense!"

"The Blood Spirit Flower is not an ordinary flower. It cannot be kept alive."

“It grows fast, and it dies fast.”

"It is a red flower watered with blood and lives, and it is also the origin of the name of our Mu family's Red Flower Camp."

"You have to respect it, respect every war."

"Mulan, you are the only heir to the General's Mansion. You must understand the importance of the Blood Spirit Flower!"

"It's not a joke, and war is not a game. In every war, there will be casualties and sacrifices. You will become the commander of the Red Flower Battalion in the future. Remember, do your best to reduce the casualties of our army and use the blood of the enemy to irrigate the blood spirit flower!"

Mulan raised her little face, her face full of seriousness and solemnity. She said loudly: "Dad, I remember it!"

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"General, General, wake up!" The subordinate reported urgently, waking up the sleeping Mulan.

She looked up and saw that the sunlight had already filtered through the opened curtain and was pouring into the tent.

When she saw her subordinate's anxious face, she couldn't help but feel a strong sense of uneasiness in her heart.

"What happened?" Mulan asked in a deep voice.

The subordinate said, "We went to collect the military rations, but the Immortal City said that some of the formalities had not been completed and that they needed to complete the formalities before they could release the rations."

"We asked, and it was the military supervisor's intention!"

"What?!" Mulan's eyes went dark when he heard that.

The most worrying thing has happened! This amount of military rations is life-saving food for the Red Flower Camp.

"Zhao, Xi!" Mulan was furious. He immediately prepared his armor, put on a bright red cloak, and shouted to his subordinates, "Let's go. This general will lead them personally. Who dares to stop me?!"

(End of this chapter)