Yun Qishen

Chapter 2307 Girl
The commander was drinking with great gusto; the murky liquor swirled in the rough porcelain bowl, reflecting the flickering candlelight and gleaming with an oily sheen. Suddenly, with a crash, the bowl and all shattered on the rough wooden table.

"Hahaha! Give him the money and let him go! We'll keep this treasure! Hahaha!"

The commander waved to his deputy, his voice hoarse and excited from the alcohol, as if he had gotten a great deal.

The deputy leader glanced at her quietly standing in the corner with a complicated expression, then took a heavy bag of silver and handed it to the middle-aged man with a smiling face and greedy glint in his eyes.

"Thank you, President! Thank you, President!"

The middle-aged man knelt down in gratitude, then quickly took the silver and left the military camp.

The deputy commander glanced thoughtfully at her hand, which still retained the afterglow of the white light and had touched the wounded, then focused his gaze, with a hint of scrutiny, on her delicate yet bloodless face, like that of a fine porcelain doll.

The deputy commander leaned closer to the commander, lowered his voice, and tentatively asked with a fawning tone, "Commander, what do you think? Should we offer this treasure to..."

"Hey! Wouldn't it be better if we kept it for ourselves? Huh?"

The commander waved his hand impatiently, rudely shoving aside the sycophantic deputy who was offering advice. His bloodshot eyes narrowed, and he let out a loud burp: "Take her away and keep her alive, just make sure she doesn't starve to death!"

"Yes……"

The deputy commander lowered his eyelids, concealing the fleeting glint in his eyes, and said nothing more. He gave a wink to the soldier standing to the side, who then stepped forward expressionlessly, reached out and grabbed the child's slender, cold arm, which was as thin as a withered branch, and almost dragged her away from the tent filled with the thick smell of alcohol and blood.

The soldiers outside the tent sat lazily on the ground, chatting idly as they watched the child being led away.

"Putting everything else aside, it just feels awkward to have a little girl in this military camp."

"Then let's not treat her like a little girl."

"But it's a girl!"

"It's a girl, so what's with your sudden loud voice!"

"What's so suitable for a little girl to be here!"

Who cares if it's suitable or not?

"Girl...girl..."

She was assigned to a tent where firewood was stored. The soldiers rudely pushed her into the pile of firewood and threw her a coarse cornbread.

"You'll be living here from now on! Here! Your cornbread!"

The cornbread fell limply onto the blackened yellow earth, just as her freedom was forever bound within this camp filled with firewood.

"Hey! You! Come out and save people!"

"Hey! Someone needs help!"

"Hello!" ……

The only time she was allowed to leave the camp was when she treated the wounded soldiers. Over time, she acquired a name in addition to her nickname "White Ghost." People's attitude towards her gradually softened from initial resistance and wariness to more friendly treatment.

"Little White, come out and help!"

"Xiao Bai! Xiao Bai!"

Even when soldiers who had never met her before asked her name, she would answer fluently, "My name is Xiaobai."

She spent five years in the army, and grew increasingly beautiful, gradually attracting the envy of some soldiers. The reasons for this envy are self-evident; back then, there was no moral order in the military.

"Wow, time flies! This girl can already speak fluently."

"Yes, it's amazing how quickly this little girl has grown into a young lady!"

"Girl...girl..."

There was always a pair of soldiers with a gloomy and persistent gaze fixed on her. Although she sensed it, she had no chance to determine who it was. Whether she was sleeping, treating the soldiers, or even washing up, that gaze never left her.

Another autumn has arrived, and new recruits have joined the army.

When the new recruits saw her, they were quite surprised and asked, "How come there's a woman in this military camp? Could she be a soldier...?"

At this moment, someone stood up and said seriously, "Don't be fooled by appearances, she's a monster. Remember, she's a monster! Don't try to get close to her with any dirty thoughts, and I'd rather you never have to touch her in your life!"

However, the new recruit did not understand why this person said that. He only knew that the person who said this was his squad leader, and that he would be under his command on the battlefield in the future.

"New recruit, you... you've never broken an arm or a leg, have you?"

The squad leader slapped the recruit's shoulder hard.

Soon, in less than half a month, the recruit lost both legs and was pulled back from the battlefield. Like his predecessors, he howled in pain, struggling and laughing, and would pull the child along, calling out the names of the relatives he longed to see most.

The child simply continued to treat them as always.

The new recruit held her hand, his eyes glistening with gratitude: "I'm all better! I'm actually alright! That's wonderful!!"

"Everyone says there's a magical treasure in the military camp... turns out they're talking about you, young lady!"

She looked confused, tilted her head, and blinked her clear eyes: "Am I that magical... baby?"

“Baby… a little girl…”

She noticed that gloomy, persistent gaze again, but she still couldn't pinpoint its source.

The new recruit released her hand and said, "Since you have this healing ability, why are all the veteran logistics soldiers still covered in wounds?"