What a rebellious start, Lord of the Snow Realm, you play with me.

There was no shouting of murder around, only corpses scattered all over the field.

It should be the end of a campaign.

The soldiers who cleaned the battlefield tacitly did not attack each other, but only searched for survivors from the corpses as much as possible.

By the way, the belongings were looted from the corpses.

Although it is unlucky, collecting corpses is the most cost-effective errand in the army.

The danger is small, there is a lot of oil and water, in addition to the looting after the siege of the city, the corpse is collected on the battlefield, and it is also the bulk of the income of the soldiers.

Zhen Ying collapsed to the ground, and now she is a mute, take one step at a time, and see which side is lucky enough to pick herself up.

Someone took a fancy to the wolf skin on her body.

Zhen Ying shook his head, and the little soldier found that the body under the wolf's skin was still a little undulating, so he called friends and companions to find someone to cut the body apart.

The corpse that suppressed Zhen Ying was wearing a full set of iron armor, protecting the vital points around Zhen Ying's body tightly, and the four perennially malnourished recruits pulled and pulled for a long time, but they couldn't drag the person in the slightest.

Zhen Ying felt that her chest cavity was squeezed hard, and her breathing gradually became short, if she continued like this, she might have to be crushed to death on this battlefield before she was rescued.

Iniquity.

Seeing this, a soldier consulted with his companion and quickly shouted to the camp for help.

The other three carefully rubbed the armor on the corpse and pried it open piece by piece, striving to reduce the weight of Zhen Ying.

"Ha, ha."

The sun was shining and the air was fresh, and Zhen Ying felt alive at this time.

The corpse was lifted, revealing a strong and powerful hand, grabbing Zhen Ying's arm.

The man was a young man, with a wolfskin on his head, a sheepskin skirt around his waist, two long strings of wolf teeth around his neck, and dark skin.

From the perspective of looking up, Zhen Ying can only see the distinct facial contours and a pair of thin lips, which are somewhat similar to Jiang Che.

This similarity gave Zhen Ying a little illusion of warmth.

"¥%%%&......&@谁#%?"

……

The language barrier is very grassy.

Zhongzhou Yayan is inclusive of all things, and has absorbed some content from various local dialects.

Although Zhen Ying couldn't understand it, she had been observing words and expressions for many years, and quickly judged who the person was asking herself.

Zhen Ying couldn't explain, the language was not clear, so she could only dance and draw for a long time.

The two of them talk about chickens and ducks, and there is no way to understand each other's meaning.

However, in Zhen Ying's comparison, the jade pendant given by Jiang Yan on his waist fell down.

When the young man saw Yu Pei, his face immediately changed.

said that it was too late, it was fast, the young man moved like thunder, and the crescent moon dagger on his waist came out of its sheath, and it immediately pressed against Zhen Ying's neck.

Zhen Ying's reaction was not slow, the young man was caught off guard, she just subconsciously reached out to grab the jade pendant, and did not block.

The young man didn't have time to put away the knife, and the blade made a shallow blood mark on Zhen Ying's neck.

Zhen Ying snatched the jade pendant, clasped her hands tightly to her heart, and let the wound on her neck be dripping with blood.

That jade pendant is worth 30 million merits, and it is her entire net worth.

I didn't know the value before, but I thought it was Jiang Yan who lent it to her, but now I know that the jade pendant is expensive, how can I lose it in my own hands?

It was a gift from my great-great-grandmother! The meaning behind it is huge, maybe it will have to be returned to others.

Seeing that Zhen Ying attached importance to the jade pendant, the young man refused to let go, so he had to pick her up horizontally and put her behind the horse.

Seeing that Zhen Ying's underwear was still clean, he dragged one of her hands, tore off the sleeves, and tied them around her neck to stop the bleeding.

The camp is not far from the battlefield, but the secret realm is covered with wind and snow.

Although the cold can't penetrate the wolf's skin, it can only protect Zhen Ying's back from being too cold. The clothes had no sleeves, and the cold wind poured into the cuffs.

Zhen Ying straddled the horse, rubbing her hands back and forth with each other so as not to freeze.

The young man held the reins in both hands, felt the movement behind him, and simply took Zhen Ying's hand into his arms.

Creak! There are abs.

Zhen Ying awakened the memory of her previous life, she had never had intimate contact with the opposite sex in her two lives, and she clawed her abdominal muscles violently, and for the first time, she was a little nervous.

The girl's shyness made her feel indecent and not to touch, but now that she is dressed as a man.

Man, you brought it on yourself.

Zhen Ying silently complained about a line of boss.

Most of the soldiers were still stranded on the battlefield, and Liu Ji took his "trophies" and returned to the camp in one step.

"The third prince is back!"

"Your Highness!"

"Master!"

Liu Ji carried Zhen Ying and threw it into the camp tent: "Fetch a bucket of water." ”

Two young girls greeted them with a smile and undressed Zhen Ying with their hands and feet.

Wait, I'm a woman! Let me do it myself, don't, don't move anywhere!

Liu Ji and the others were still in the tent, and they had no intention of avoiding it at all. Zhen Ying knew that she was recognized as the wrong gender, and she couldn't explain it because of the language barrier.

At this moment, he was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to turn into a fire dragon and burn this broken ground clean with a fire.

Her belt had been loosened, so she had to cover her clothes with one hand and one corner and squat on the ground.

Everyone only thought she was shy, Liu Ji simply took two subordinates, and several people hugged her out of the camp. This left Zhen Ying with some personal space.

Zhen Ying still didn't dare to get up. After a while, a maid came in with a tray of clean clothes, saw that Zhen Ying was still coiled on the ground like an earthworm, smiled, and went out to call a few sisters to move over the screen. Surrounded by all sides, Zhen Ying finally dared to untie her clothes.

I was on a journey with Luo Ling before, but there was a shortage of water in the north, and Zhen Ying lacked time, so she didn't take a bath for more than half a month.

She is a girl's family after all, in fact, she can't stand it. At this time, when you come into contact with hot water, it is like manna after a long drought, and you immediately rub off a layer of skin.

The man brought a set of soldiers' clothes, slightly larger, with two more sleeves and leggings, and then put them on.

Zhen Ying was originally a man's wearer, young and indistinguishable. After freshening up, he took a self-portrait in the mirror, thinking that his daughter's secret had not been exposed, so he took Bai Yupei in his arms and walked out of the camp generously.

No one cared about her, perhaps because of her herdsman's outfit, or perhaps because of her wolf skin. There are many herdsmen intermarrying at the junction of Zhongzhou in the north, and Zhen Ying is not much different from those mixed-race children in appearance.

Everyone regarded her as a herdsman from the north who had strayed into the battlefield, and except for a few important tents that were guarded, she could come and go as she pleased.

In the evening, Zhen Ying went shopping for a day and returned to the camp where she bathed contentedly.

Her original clothes had already been packed up and hung on a screen by the brazier to bake.

Touching the naan cake on the table was already cold, in Liu Ji's angry eyes, Zhen Ying couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

When people saved themselves, not only did they not get a word of thanks, but they also had to provide her with food and drink for nothing, if she was at ease, it would not be Zhen Ying.

But Liu Ji felt that it didn't matter.

This little fool is good-looking, not to mention, deaf and dumb, and it seems that he can't read, but he is very suitable for cultivating into a cronie.

As for the piece of Kodama pendant, it may not be from which corpse he found.

On the side of the king's tent, since there was no news of the loss of the Snow Mountain Order, what the little fool had in his hand was probably just a somewhat similar imitation.

After all, who can steal something from the hands of the Great Clan?

In the hands of the "Splendid Poison Fairy", there are thousands of lives.

The fact that the third prince picked up a refugee and was still a deaf and mute person with a sick brain spread throughout the Sangxi Department in less than half a day. Zhen Ying laughed when she saw people, and others didn't annoy her by saying anything, but she wasn't a fool?

The next day, Liu Ji comforted the injured camp, but dug out Zhen Ying, who was too busy to touch the ground, in the middle.

After all, Zhen Ying is Ji Baoer's best friend, and she can be regarded as a barefoot doctor; Moreover, she has received an orthodox "royal liberal education" and is well-informed; In the end, although the Traverser does not have any space and systems as standard, she has basic hygiene knowledge.

After soaking in the wounded camp for a long time, the military doctors could see it. Although the new soldier couldn't speak and couldn't understand complicated words, he was quick with his hands and feet, and he had work in his eyes, so he acquiesced to her helping here.

“￥… ￥……&）…*！ "Thank you.

The battle was fought yesterday, the wounded soldiers and prisoners were counted last night, and today is the busiest day in the wounded and sick camp.

Even if there is a lack of water, it is still necessary to boil water for disinfection.

Only then did Zhen Ying realize how extravagant the hot bath yesterday was.

Under gratitude, I worked harder and harder, and before I knew it, the hour had passed.

When Jin Wuxi sank and Zhen Ying returned to the camp after dealing with most of the serious illnesses, she found that the atmosphere in the small main tent was very wrong.

It's still a piece of naan that's hard as a stone, but today there's an extra pot of butter tea that's warming.

Liu Ji sat on the Hu bed, and the low pressure in his body was visible at a glance.