The vanguard had set off in advance, and with the sound of the horn, the large army slowly walked out of the city gate, Wen Xiaomiao ran to the city tower, raised his eyes, and saw Gu Haojun and Chen Mu from a distance, they were with everyone, following the prince Liu Kuo and General Sha Lao.

It was cold, gloomy, and full of thick, low, grayish-black clouds, and the wind was so strong that the faces of the people who blew hurt it, and all around it was the sound of footsteps, the northeast wind whining and roaring, and running wildly in the wilderness, as if it held a sharp sword, which could pierce through the tight armor, not to mention the exposed face.

Wen Xiaomiao rubbed her hands that were a little frozen, and stood stubbornly on the top of the building looking at Chen Mu and them, until they disappeared and couldn't see them.

Wen Xiaomiao stomped her feet vigorously, eased up, and then returned to the old military doctor.

The old military doctor told Wen Xiaomiao to pack up the tent, to make room for the new wounded, and to prepare the necessary items in advance, as many as they want, these things will only be less at that time.

Wen Xiaomiao was busy with a few aunts and aunts who were helping in the barracks.

After noon, the wounded were carried back one after another, more and more, the wounded could no longer be placed in the tent, and had to be put in the tent where the soldiers usually rested, the manpower was really insufficient, there were too many wounded, and the people in the city were also mobilized to help in the barracks.

Wen Xiaomiao was busy, there were too many injured soldiers, far beyond her imagination, Wen Xiaomiao was now extremely skilled in bandaging.

A lot of the necessary materials, cloths, and medicines are brought from home by ordinary people.

Wen Xiaomiao even saw Lian Lian Shuang's mother also come to the barracks to help.

For two days and one night, Wen Xiaomiao was busy in the dark, when he was tired, he found a place to sit on the ground and fall asleep, and when he woke up with a little physical strength, he quickly dealt with the wounded, the tent was in a mess, the wounded were lying horizontally, and there were blood stains everywhere on the ground, Wen Xiaomiao has now completely adapted to the smell of blood, Wen Xiaomiao felt that he was a little numb.

By the end of the evening of the next day, fewer of the wounded seemed to have been sent back, and Wen Xiaomiao felt that this should be a good thing.

But the old military doctor shook his head and said: "Not necessarily, maybe there is no time to take care of them, maybe it is the most critical time, everyone who has a little combat power has rushed to the front, and life and death are in this battle." ”

Wen Xiaomiao was terrified when she heard this, she was in the rear, just seeing so many wounded soldiers, she knew how tragic the battle situation was, but she never thought that it would be a battle of life and death, she was even more worried about Chen Mu, Gu Haojun, and Cheng Mu'an, who had no news.

The wounded who were still conscious also confirmed the words of the old military doctor, although the prince's call was very sudden, but the battle plan had obviously been brewing for a long time, and it was considered in detail and thoughtfully, it seemed that the prince just wanted to decide the victory.

A soldier lying next to the old military doctor said angrily: "His grandfather's, I'll call back when Lao Tzu is better, these barbarians don't know where to find a group of monsters, blue eyes, green eyes, and yellow hair, red hair, as soon as he appeared, Lao Tzu was startled, causing Lao Tzu to shoot a little slower and be cut down." ”

Wen Xiaomiao's heart moved, and she looked up at the soldier.

Chulingara is blue-eyed.

"Who are they? Is it much? Wen Xiaomiao asked casually.