In the evening, a crimson sunset blankets the sky. Outside the Chinese army camp www.biquge.info, the sentry on the watchtower suddenly waved the signal flag in his hand.

"The marshal is back, the marshal is back!" When the soldiers left behind in the camp saw the red handsome flag displayed on the watchtower, their cheers immediately rang out.

A moment later, Li Yuanche, dressed in silver armor, appeared outside the gate of the Chinese army's tent.

In the glow of the setting sun, the white robe behind him that was rendered by blood was like a red plum painting scroll blooming in the snow, which was extremely dazzling.

Li Yuanche jumped into the camp, turned over and dismounted, he handed the horse whip to the soldiers on the side, but did not enter his marshal's tent. With a solemn face, he didn't even have time to untie his armor, so he hurried to the direction of the wounded barracks on the side.

The soldiers who saw this scene were all in awe, the corners of their eyes were moist, and it was the greatest blessing for them to be able to follow such a commander who loved soldiers like a son.

As soon as Li Yuanche walked into the camp tent for wounded soldiers, he was discovered by the sharp-eyed soldiers on the side.

"The marshal is here!" I don't know who shouted, and suddenly the soldiers of the entire battalion looked over.

Li Yuanche's resolute face also slowed down, and he nodded at these hot-blooded boys.

The doctors who were busy in the camp only nodded hurriedly to the arriving marshal, and then continued to be busy. The war has just ended, and although Jiaozhou has been successfully defeated, there are still many injured soldiers waiting for them to be treated one by one.

After Zhang Qingshan dealt with an injured person in his hand, he put down the medicine in his hand and walked quickly to Li Yuanche's side.

"Marshal, are you wounded?" Zhang Qingshan looked at the red blood stain on Li Yuanche's shoulder, and was a little frightened. "Let the old man take care of it for you."

"It's out of the way, it's just a flesh wound. You'd better show these wounded brothers first. Li Yuanche looked at his right shoulder and didn't care. It's really hard work today, and I'm treating you. ”

"The marshal is polite, it is our duty as a doctor to save the dead and help the wounded." Zhang Qingshan bowed and saluted, looked up and saw that Li Yuanche's gaze just drifted in the direction of the surgical camp, and smiled in his heart.

Since Zhang Qingshan started in the capital, he had a lot of contact with the brave and warlike young general in front of him. When he was in the capital, he saw that there was something unusual between Li Yuanche and his little junior sister. It's just that the two parties didn't say it, and he, as a senior brother, couldn't break it, so he could only pretend to be confused.

"Senior sister is still over there in the operating camp," Zhang Qingshan looked in the direction of the surgical camp, his eyes worried. "There are a few seriously injured soldiers today, and my sister has been busy inside for three hours."

"Hmm." Li Yuanche only nodded, then withdrew his gaze and chatted with a few injured soldiers on the side.

"It's time to eat!" Before I knew it, it was time for the army to have dinner. After hearing the loud sound of the trumpet, several of the leading soldiers carried large wooden barrels full of food into the wounded and sick camp, and served the wounded soldiers one by one.

"Today's meal is good, there is pork stewed vermicelli!" Li Yuanche got up and walked to the wooden barrel, looked at the food inside, and nodded with a smile. "It's just right, I'm hungry too, so let's eat here." After speaking, he walked to the side and picked up the big bowl on the board to prepare the meal.

"Marshal!" When several of the leaders of the gang heard this, they quickly stretched out their hands to stop him, how could their marshal eat these things like the soldiers.

"What? I can't eat it. Li Yuanche glanced at a few of the leading soldiers, and after a while, he patted his helmet and nodded in understanding.

"I forgot, this is a wounded soldier's meal specially made for the wounded brothers in the army, and other people can't eat it." He laughed a few times in embarrassment, and then continued.

"But I'm also injured, so let me have a meal of this wounded soldier today." Li Yuanche laughed, and deliberately shook his injured right shoulder, just this shake, everyone saw that the slightest trace of blood gradually soaked the bloodstained robe on his shoulder.

"Marshal!" Seeing this, several of the gang leaders turned their heads and couldn't bear to look at them directly. This is the marshal they wholeheartedly support, the marshal who always charges at the forefront on the battlefield!

"Marshal, I'll serve you dinner!" After a few breaths, one of the men picked up a large bowl and served a large bowl of food to his commander.

"Thank you, brother." Li Yuanche took the big bowl, hurriedly pulled a few mouthfuls into his mouth, and nodded incessantly. "Well, it tastes good. Brothers, don't look at it, eat it all. ”

Seeing that their commander opened his mouth, the wounded soldiers of the first battalion picked up their chopsticks again, talked and laughed with the commander, and ate their meals in large gulps.

In just a moment, due to the arrival of coach Li Yuanche, the wounded barracks that had been wailing again and again before were full of laughter.

After staying in the operating camp for more than three hours, when Wang Jiqing, who was exhausted, was helped out by Thirteen Niang, he saw such a scene of soldiers and soldiers being one, and the officers and soldiers were happy.

She quietly looked at the man who was talking and laughing loudly with the soldiers, and laughed slightly. His Ache is invincible on the battlefield and can mingle with soldiers off the battlefield. It is no wonder that when he was only a weak crown, he was able to be the commander of hundreds of thousands of troops in northern Xinjiang.

He laughed heartily at times, sometimes chuckled softly, like a spring breeze, he talked and laughed with the soldiers around him cordially and enthusiastically, not caring at all about his identity as the commander of the first army, just sitting on the ground, as if he was the most ordinary soldier.

Li Yuanche put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, deliberately burped, and reached out and patted his chest without caring about the image of the marshal. When he looked up, he realized that the candles had been lit in the camp at some point.

Is it already so late, but it's over?

Thinking of the woman who gave up her glory, wealth, peace and joy, came to Northern Xinjiang thousands of miles away, gave him unlimited support, and accompanied him at this time, regardless of the danger, Li Yuanche's heart was full of tenderness. He turned and looked in the direction of the surgical tent.

The four eyes met each other, and they quietly parted for only a moment.

At this glance, he saw the tiredness and concern hidden in her indifferent expression; She saw the blood and tenderness hidden in his resolute face.

"Senior sister, the marshal is injured." Zhang Qingshan looked at the two, and couldn't bear the resentment of the sentient children in front of him who didn't dare to fall in love with each other, so he opened his mouth with a smile. "Senior sister, I will ask you to accompany the marshal back to the big tent and help the marshal take care of his wounds."

"Okay." Wang Ji, who was leaning on Thirteen Niang's arms weakly, only glanced at Li Yuanche's injured shoulder, and nodded. She suppressed the worries in her heart, and walked calmly and calmly outside the camp as usual.

Oops, his lightly. Just looking at the light glance on her shoulder, Li Yuanche knew that she must be angry. Seeing his sweetheart walking towards the outside of the camp with a little stiff footsteps, he felt anxious.

His light must have been angry, although her expression was still as indifferent as usual, but Li Yuanche just knew that light light must be angry with him.

Li Yuanche got up, he suppressed the anxiety in his heart, saluted the doctors in the army as usual, and said hello to the wounded soldiers in the camp before stepping out of the camp with calm steps. (To be continued.) )