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In the end, he didn't talk to Xia Yunchu about the battle in front of the army. Although Xia Yunchu asked, he didn't know if he didn't want Xia Yunchu to worry, or if he was taboo about something, so he just shook his head and didn't say anything.

But the number of times he helped different wounded soldiers to and from the rear line increased significantly. When Xia Yunchu went out to fetch water, he often saw Li Shun's figure.

Since standing together under the stars that day and speaking, the lives of these two people have returned to square one. Even if you see it from afar, you won't say hello. They were like the most ordinary soldiers and miscellaneous servants in this Qin army's great array, even passing by, and they just bowed their heads to each other, and they didn't say anything more.

She originally wanted to talk to Li Shun, but Li Shun didn't want to continue talking to her, she looked at Li Shun's expression, and then became cowardly.

Li Shun is not alienating Xia Yunchu. Every time he saw her, Li Shun would take the initiative to nod.

But during the day, Li Shun's expression was very stiff, not like Xia Yunchu had ever seen, he looked extremely serious, making Xia Yunchu feel as if he had no way to get close.

Later, Xia Yunchu thought about it and felt that it was probably the expression that really belonged to Li Shun.

This is the soldier who can stab the enemy in the stomach without hesitation on the battlefield, and can cut the opponent's neck with a single horizontal knife. His expression should have been like this, with a deep consciousness, not the amazement of being under the stars at that time.

In the rear of the Qin army, after the sun set, very accidentally, a melodious flute could be heard, and I don't know where it came from. The sound fell on the battlefield, as abrupt as a snowflake falling in the summer, as fragile as the snowflake, and it was about to melt at the touch.

The sound of the flute is very melodious and ethereal. But whenever the flute sounds, all the people who are busy in the back will unconsciously stop their movements and listen quietly for a while. The voice was so soft, like a dream, that it warmed people's hearts and couldn't help but laugh on their faces. I don't know which soldier blew the note.

The sound didn't last long. After a while, the sound of humming a tune will slowly sound in front of you. Then, there will be a rough male voice singing the battle song on the battlefield in response to the tune.

First little by little, then piece by piece. In the end, almost the entire large array will echo with the sound of the blood-boiling battle song. Their voices were too hoarse, as if they had been rubbed by sand, and they sang in a scattered manner. But as long as they can still roar like this, it means that they have survived another day.

In the blood-stained sunset, they can still shout the battle song of the Qin army, at least proving that they still have the strength to fight.

In the battlefield, human life must be like the sound of this flute, which can be stifled at any time.

There is also a little tenderness in the hearts of those who are in the army, but it is a pity that such tenderness is too small and ridiculous under the ruthless fire of war, and it really should not exist. The owner of the flute has a soft mind, and it will soon be overshadowed by the heroism of the war song.

Xia Yunchu would always wonder which voice the soldier playing the flute was between the roaring war songs.

Because of her commitment, she ran every day to the camp where the wounded were housed.

At first, the soldiers who tended to the wounded in the tents would ask her about her identity. Later, when I saw that she was really someone who could help, I stopped stopping her, and when I saw that she took the initiative to help, he was much kinder to her.

What she paid special attention to was naturally the soldier whose wounds she had stitched up. She also helped take care of the rest of the soldiers who were slightly injured and seriously injured.

It's just that, except for the original soldier, she no longer dares to try that kind of stitched healing method on others.

First, because she herself couldn't tell whether she was doing the right thing, and secondly, Li Shun was not by her side, and she didn't dare to do such inappropriate behavior. Li Shun can borrow hot water for needlework casually, and she is a little guy who does chores, if she also runs to ask for these things, she will inevitably be caught and beaten.

After staying in this camp for a long time, Xia Yunchu found that the medical level in this place was really not high, and he didn't even know the most boiling water disinfection. She vaguely said it once, but the soldiers were too busy to do any more of these things, so she could only keep her mouth shut.

However, she still managed to take care of the cleaning of the cloth towel. Every time she washes the strips, she disinfects them with boiling water in the hope of reducing the chance of wound infection.

The soldier who was unconscious with a leg injury had been in a daze, and he had a low-grade fever halfway through, which scared Xia Yunchu to death.

She was always afraid that all her efforts would be in vain, and she was also afraid that the people Li Shun cared about would die. This is the first time she has rescued people in this other world, and she is extremely nervous, not knowing whether what she is doing is good or bad, right or wrong. When the other party had a fever, she really wanted to be by her side all day and take care of it carefully.

But such a thing is just a thought.

She was responsible for carrying water, and together with the monkeys, she carried a large vat every day.

Even if she asked to be assigned to the tent, it would not be possible to take care of just one soldier. There were so many wounded soldiers in this tent that if one of them groaned, he had to go and watch over them, and there was no time to spend more on one person.

Fortunately, the soldier's low-grade fever did not last long, and the temperature on his body quickly subsided.

Xia Yunchu didn't care about being shy, carefully wiped the soldier's body, and looked at the wound on his leg.

The wound seemed to be fine on the surface, because it was treated fairly timely at first, and now it has a tendency to heal, and there is no sign of purulence and redness on the wound, but I don't know how the bones inside are growing.

Lying beside the soldier were men who were badly wounded and unconscious. Every time he saw them, Xia Yunchu would feel sad in his heart.

She had done her best to help the wounded soldiers heal and stop the bleeding, but their wounds were still slowly ulcerating and rotting at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye, and finally took their lives. She even used a red-hot knife to cut off the carrion on the wound and then bandage it when the others were not paying attention, but most of the wounded soldiers couldn't survive it.

In this desolate place, the nutrition of the wounded is also very poor.

Xia Yunchu was forced to quickly get used to death.

She was in pain and sadness, and she couldn't resist Hades' imps snatching people away one by one.

In this tent, even the most lightly wounded soldiers could see despair and fear in their eyes.

They don't want to die, but they feel that they can't escape it. Such a look made Xia Yunchu feel quite sad, but she always had a feeling of powerlessness. She hated why she couldn't do more and better.