When he saw Li Shun, Xia Yunchu's brows moved slightly, it was the kind of beating that was difficult to control. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She also thought that she would be taken to the camp tent by Zhao Sanji, but she didn't expect that the two of them walked through the faint smoke of gunpowder all the way, and the last place they stopped was behind a small barren slope not far from the battlefield.

Looking up from this place, you can already see the billowing smoke and dust raised by the soldiers and war horses running in front of you, obscuring half of the bright sky.

There were many shaky shadows in the direction of the horizon ahead, and from a distance, it looked like some leather silhouettes, imprinted behind the smoke and dust. Only the military flag that was raised high could still show a corner from the smoke of gunpowder, and still retained a little bright color, which was particularly eye-catching between heaven and earth.

Xia Yunchu had never been to the real battlefield, and at this time, listening to the sound of fighting not far away, he was in a trance for a while.

She even felt as if she heard terrible screams in her ears, and the dull sound of the blade cutting through flesh, but she didn't know if it was these sounds that really followed the wind all the way to her ears, or if it was her own hallucinations on the battlefield.

If she had changed her normal and asked Xia Yunchu to fall into this battlefield, she would definitely have been unable to help but look around for a long time.

But now that she is being dragged by Zhao Sanji, she is worried about Li Shun's injury in her heart, so she has no heart to stay in this place longer.

"Ahead. Zhao Sanji raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction, regardless of whether Xia Yunchu could hear his voice in this chaotic battlefield.

The desert smoke and dust that flew up almost obscured the sunlight in the sky, and although the sun had already risen high, it was still a gray layer below, as if the sky was dark.

Xia Yunchu squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Zhao Sanji's finger, except for a few vague figures, he couldn't see anything special, so he had to give up. Instead, she noticed that a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed from Zhao Sanji's forehead.

At this time, the temperature has dropped, and the cool breeze that does not blow through the battlefield is not the weather that will make people sweat for a long time.

Xia Yunchu ran all the way with Zhao Sanji, although he walked faster, but he was blown by the wind, and he didn't sweat at all.

She was in a trance for a long time before she suddenly came to her senses.

The sweat on Zhao Sanji's forehead and the back of his neck was not tired at all.

-- It hurts.

The wound on Zhao Sanji's calf has not been able to heal, and he walks steadily on weekdays, so naturally there is no problem, but he was in a hurry to hurry before, which increased the burden of the wound. He walked crookedly along the way, in addition to the inconvenience of the wound, I am afraid that there is another reason, that is, the pain of the wound.

He endured the pain along the way, although he didn't say a word, but he couldn't stop the cold sweat that hurt after all.

Xia Yunchu bit his lip and couldn't say a word.

She can't actually bring her own feelings into understanding these comrades.

They were born together, they died together, they went to war together, and they struggled to crawl out of the pile of dead people. That kind of friendship of living and dying together is probably not something she can understand. The only thing she can do is to sit quietly and watch, and then use all her power to help these people and survive.

The sounds of the fighting in front of me were so close that it seemed to echo not far away. But if you listen carefully, you will feel that it is actually far away.

There are still so many soldiers in the middle who are desperately blocking it, and they don't know which direction they are fighting their way out.

Xia Yunchu followed Zhao Sanji's back, crossed the layers of gunsmoke, and finally approached the small barren slope buried behind.

Before she could see the situation on the barren slope clearly, the first thing was that a strong and rich smell of blood rushed directly in front of Xia Yunchu, making her couldn't help but even wrinkle the bridge of her nose slightly.

She saw a pool of dark red blood, some of which had seeped into the bottom of the yellow sand, and some of which remained on the ground, staining the light layer of sand with a strange color.

In that pool of blood, the first person she saw was not Li Shun, but two people squatting next to her dressed as soldiers.

But those two people were so thin that Xia Yunchu couldn't tell their ages at all.

Through the thick smoke and dust, Xia Yunchu couldn't tell if the two people had frightened expressions on their faces, but she herself had already been directly attracted by the figure lying on the ground.

It was Li Shun who was lying on the ground.

But she was already a little unrecognizable.

The figure lay quietly on the ground, motionless, and if it weren't for the fact that blood was still slowly oozing from her body, she would have wondered if it was a living person or just a corpse lying there.

Because the other party was lying on the ground, and his face was covered with some messy hair, Xia Yunchu couldn't see that face clearly. She can identify people, just by their body shape and how they are dressed.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Xia Yunchu remembered a little when he first met Zhao Sanji.

However, Li Shun is obviously much worse than Zhao Sanji now. In addition to the large and small wounds on his body, he also had a long knife stuck in his back that had been broken, extending from the wound. From the outside, I could only see that the blade of the long knife broke in the middle, leaving only less than an inch of blade outside the body, and I don't know how many were inserted in the body.

When Zhao Sanji looked back at Xia Yunchu, Xia Yunchu had already crossed Zhao Sanji and walked directly towards Li Shun.

Those emotions that were originally thought to appear seemed to be completely non-existent, and Xia Yunchu didn't feel how panicked he was now, but was very calm.

As soon as she approached Li Shun's side, the two little soldiers who had been squatting next to Li Shun hurriedly retreated, looking panicked, as if they were going to be unable to resist flying away from such a bloody field in the next moment.

Looking at the appearance of the two of them, it didn't look much bigger than Xia Yunchu's current body, and they were already about to go to the battlefield, Xia Yunchu, who was watching it, couldn't help but move his brows, and began to worry about his future. She could only force herself to call her attention back and put it back on Li Shun.

The wound on Li Shun's body had not been treated at all, and even the blade inserted in the wound did not have the slightest trace of twitching.

Xia Yunchu guessed that this was probably what Zhao Sanji meant.

Previously, when she was helping to take care of the wounded soldiers in the camp tent, she would occasionally treat their wounds. At that time, Zhao Sanji was always watching from the side, laughing at her for too many things, but now it seems that Zhao Sanji still has those methods in mind. He may not know much about it himself, but at least he knows that he can't touch his wounds at will.

"Didn't you send back the wounded soldiers' tent?" Xia Yunchu asked casually while looking down at the injuries on Li Shun's body.

She thought she would get an answer from the two soldiers, but after she asked this, she quietly did not respond at all. Xia Yunchu was stunned for a while, and when he looked up again, he found that the two guys had run away and looked towards this side a little timidly. Not to mention replying, I don't even want to come over a little closer to take a look.