The news had already spread throughout the army that this young lady was sent by the current emperor, and everyone treated her with utmost respect, answering all her questions.
However, Tang Nian gained nothing from this matter.
Tang Nian was somewhat disappointed and was about to go back when she frowned slightly as she passed a group of soldiers.
For some reason, it always gave her a very uncomfortable feeling.
She had already walked quite a distance, but she still felt uncomfortable, so she looked back again.
But then they saw that the group of young soldiers were all limping, and their walking posture was somewhat stiff.
If a soldier is lame, it can be said that he was injured on the battlefield and became lame.
Although Yingzhou City had few soldiers, and even wounded soldiers had to go to the battlefield, Lin Zhenming would not send those who were limping to the battlefield.
Not to mention they were even assigned to a team.
Tang Nian turned around and walked back, calling out to them.
These people knew Tang Nian, and even though it delayed their patrol, they still obediently stopped.
"Your legs are weak, yet General Lin still wants you to go to the battlefield?"
These soldiers were all quite young, with the leader looking to be only a teenager.
Upon hearing Tang Nian's words, his cheeks flushed slightly.
But he didn't hide anything and said directly, "Reporting to you, sir, it wasn't General Lin who arranged it; it was all of our own free will. General Lin didn't want us to go to the battlefield, so we patrolled the military camp."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head slightly, a look of sadness in his eyes.
When he came here, he also hoped to kill the enemy on the battlefield and serve his country.
Now he is trapped in the military camp.
General Lin suggested that they return to their hometowns, but how could teenagers, full of passion and enthusiasm, end their lives so hastily?
Tang Nian frowned upon seeing this.
Where did you get these injuries?
Looking at the condition of these people, it seemed that the degree of their limping was the same.
Some doubts began to form in her mind.
"My lord, we were caught off guard when we went to the battlefield and were wounded by the enemy."
Tang Nian frowned, staring at their feet without saying a word.
The soldiers in this group dared not speak further, standing ramrod straight with their lips pressed tightly together, awaiting Tang Nian's judgment.
Lou Mu also noticed something was wrong and walked over to Tang Nian's side: "What's wrong?"
“Look at their legs.”
Tang Nian then turned to the leading soldier and said softly, "I happen to know some medical skills. How about I take a look at your feet? If I can help, that would be great."
Upon hearing this, everyone hesitated for a moment, but in the end, the leading soldier spoke up: "Alright, if the lord wishes to see, then so be it."
After saying that, he walked up to Tang Nian and carefully took off his shoes and socks.
To everyone's surprise, when the shoes, socks, and clothes were removed, what was revealed was not an ordinary foot, but a foot made of wood.
What's going on?
Tang Nian frowned, and Lou Mu's expression wasn't much better.
They are now very wary of the presence of wood.
According to the limited information available, Chu Wende was a carpenter near Yingzhou, and he used the same peach wood that Tang Nian had seen in the opera house.
The most bizarre thing is that peach trees are not suitable for planting in Yingzhou City.
Let alone peach trees, many trees from southern China cannot survive here.
Seeing the expressions on the faces of the two men in front of him, the soldier lowered his head and his own expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
After a long pause, he explained, "My foot has looked like this ever since it was injured and stitched up again."
His eyes were filled with disappointment as he said this.
He originally thought his foot could recover completely, but he never expected it to turn out like this.
Fortunately, I survived.
This is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
"Was it your own leg that was sewn up?"
Tang Nian didn't want to continue hurting these young people, but there were some things she had to figure out.
The soldier nodded heavily.
"Are you all like this?"
Tang Nian looked up at the other young soldiers who had their heads down, and without exception, they all received affirmation.
This made Tang Nian's feelings even more complicated.
If someone made a prosthetic leg, that would be understandable, but how did the gaps between my own legs turn into wood?
Tang Nian and Lou Mu exchanged a glance, both noticing the wariness in each other's eyes.
You should know that turning into wood is a harbinger of a person becoming a puppet.
In her opinion, this young man in front of her would probably turn into a puppet soon.
How old is this young man? She suddenly felt a pang of sadness for him.
Tang Nian sighed and couldn't help but ask, "How old are you?"
The soldier was somewhat surprised that Tang Nian would ask this question, but he still answered honestly, "I am exactly sixteen years old this year."
Sixteen years old?
It's so small.
Tang Nian felt a pang of pity at the thought of him soon turning into a wooden doll.
In order to save the other party's life, Tang Nian sighed and spoke.
"Do you know that if your leg continues like this, it will definitely cause problems? It won't just be one leg anymore; before long, you might turn into a piece of wood."
The soldier was indeed startled after hearing what Tang Nian said.
Not only him, but the entire team was quite frightened.
He looked at Tang Nian with some fear: "Is what you said true, sir? Why...why is this happening? Do you have any way to help me, sir?"
As he spoke, he looked up at Tang Nian expectantly.
Tang Nian wasn't very confident, but she couldn't just stand by and watch them die in vain.
“I can try, but I have to remove these sutures first.”
The leading soldier was stunned after hearing Tang Nian's explanation.
A hint of hesitation appeared on his face.
Tang Nian frowned slightly upon seeing this: "What's wrong? Is something amiss?"
The soldier hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed and told Tang Nian.
"This wound was stitched up by Elder Yang. It might not be a good idea to remove it now."
"What did you say? This wound was stitched up by Elder Yang? So, after Elder Yang stitched up the wound, your legs turned into wood?"
Tang Nian asked the soldier.
The soldier paused for a moment, then nodded.
“That’s right. No military doctor dared to treat our wounds. We asked Old Yang to stitch us up. We thought that if we were to die, we wanted to die whole. We never expected that Old Yang would actually bring us back to life.”
Tang Nian already had some doubts about Old Yang, and after hearing what the soldier said, her doubts only deepened.
But it was these soldiers who took the initiative to ask Old Yang for this.
If it really was Old Yang who did it, would he have needed to do such a thing to them?
Tang Nian frowned, looking at the wounded soldier in front of her, her expression becoming serious.
Lou Mu felt exactly the same way as Tang Nian at this moment.
The two exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's thoughts.
Tang Nian forced a smile: "Young man, would you be so kind as to take us to the place where the wounded soldiers are being cared for?"
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