Yun Qishen

Chapter 2309 Battle
"woke up?"

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the tent and fell on her face. She slowly opened her eyes. The pain of being cruelly treated and having her arm torn apart before she lost consciousness was still fresh in her mind.

She instinctively looked at her left arm, which was now empty. The soldier responsible for taking care of her was bandaging the severed wound on her shoulder.

"Where...where are my hands?" Her breath was weak, and she seemed to need more rest. Only now did she seem like a human being, capable of pain and weakness.

"It's been chopped off." The soldier's voice was slightly warm, but he didn't look directly at her.

"Where is it now?" she asked, staring at the soldier's wrinkled face.

"It has been handed over to the commander for safekeeping."

"Can't the commander give my arm back?"

"No."

The affirmative answer left her with no more questions. Losing an arm wasn't a problem now; aside from the pain, she was still very curious why these people had treated her so cruelly.

【boom--】

A loud crash suddenly came from outside the tent, a sound mixed with the rumble of weapons and heavy objects collapsing.

"Is something wrong outside?" she asked innocently.

"There are soldiers causing trouble outside." After calmly re-bandaging her wound, the soldier said sternly, "From now on, you are not allowed to see anyone except the person I asked you to treat! Understand?"

She lay on the bed and slowly nodded. After the soldiers who had been taking care of her left, she closed her eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

Night fell quickly, and in her sleep, she dreamt again of what happened before she was injured. Those filthy hands were twisting her limbs with brutal force! Sticky, damp breath washed over her again and again, just like it was now!
"A girl!! A girl!!!"

The same filthy hand, identical to that in her dream, once again covered her shoulder, and the severed wound reopened, staining the white bandage once more.

"Ah—" she screamed. This time, she was probably going to have an arm or a leg torn off again, just like before.

No one will help her.

Nobody...

Because she's a monster! Everyone hates her, so nobody will help her.

A sticky smell suddenly gave a muffled groan, and the filthy hands slid off the edge of the bed and onto the floor along with their owner.

The soldier responsible for caring for her held a bloodstained longsword, his chest heaving with rapid breathing. He grabbed her shoulder, asking, "Are you alright?"

She shook her head.

"These guys are really something, they won't listen to anything I say! Looks like you can't stay in this military camp any longer." The soldier put his arm around her and was about to leave the tent.

She noticed that the soldier also had a similar sword wound on his chest, and she instinctively reached out and said, "You're injured."

"Don't touch me!" The soldier jerked away from her hand, which was emitting a faint white light.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she said, feeling wronged, "Even you're calling me a monster?"

"Stop crying, there's no time for you to cry! Just because I don't call you a monster doesn't mean you aren't!" The soldier stared at her tear-streaked face, but in the end, he couldn't bear to scold her anymore. "Fine, I really haven't taught you how to deal with these things. From now on, you'll have to learn to be strong on your own, because no one will care about your sadness and pain."

Just as the soldier led her to the tent entrance, a spear rushed in and pointed directly at the soldier's chest.

"Hand over that thing!" It was a soldier from the same camp, now covered in blood, clearly having just gone through a fierce battle.

The soldier responsible for taking care of her roared angrily, "What are you all doing! Why are you killing each other!"

"The capital is destroyed!! Who cares about us! Hand over the White Ghost! I think you just want to keep her for yourself!" With that, the spearman rushed forward to snatch the child.

"The country is broken..." The soldier caring for her used his sword to deflect a spear, "No one can touch her without the commander's permission!"

"Commander?! That bastard commander has already run away! The country is gone! Our home is gone! We might as well take this white devil and go to the enemy country! Or eat her flesh and blood to live forever!" The spearman's eyes turned red, and the force of his spear increased.

"What immortality! What nonsense are you spouting!" The soldier in charge of taking care of her gritted his teeth and shoved the spearman away.

"Everyone knows that the flesh and blood of this white demon can reverse aging and cure all diseases! It doesn't matter if it doesn't cooperate, it will eventually be slaughtered! Killing it sooner or later is the same as dying! We might as well let it be free now!"

The spearman gripped his spear again and thrust it at her, but the soldier responsible for taking care of her once again blocked it with his sword.

The spearmen roared, "So what if you can stop me! There are plenty more people waiting outside! Rather than let someone else benefit from it, we'll split it among ourselves!"

The soldier responsible for taking care of her used his arm to hold the spear shaft, and with his longsword in hand, he embraced the spearman. While forcefully restraining the spearman, he shouted at her, "What are you standing there for! Get out of here!"

"But didn't you say before..."

"But I'm letting you escape now! Escape!!!"

Her body reacted first, and she then ran out of the tent, bypassing the soldiers who were pulling at each other.

Outside the tents, cries even more pitiful than the wails of the wounded soldiers echoed. The smell of blood and smoke filled the air between the tents, and the sounds of clashing weapons were mixed with greedy gazes.

"It's there! That white devil is there!!"

"Grab it! Grab it now!"

Soldiers covered in blood and dust surged toward her like a horde of hungry ghosts.

She staggered and ran, but was eventually pulled down to the ground by a pair of hands.

"Got it! Hahaha, got it! Let me take a bite! Ah!"

"Get away! If anyone's going to bite, it'll be me!"

"Press it down! Press it down hard!"

She was like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of the frenzied soldiers who devoured her.

"Ugh—" The soldier responsible for taking care of her rushed back from the tent, covered in blood. He slashed away the soldier who was biting and tearing at her, and pulled her to her feet again. "Run! Keep running! Get out of here, don't look back! Run!! Little White!!"

She started running again, without turning back even though the voices of the soldiers who were taking care of her were drowned out by the waves of fighting.

She stumbled and fell all the way to Yingkou, only to see a group of cavalrymen carrying torches galloping toward her.

"kill!!!"

The horses neighed, and the cavalrymen shouted in unison.

At this moment, only a swaying corpse with an arrow in its back remained on the watchtower.

As the cavalry charged into the camp and began throwing torches everywhere, a soldier shouted at the top of his lungs, "It's the enemy!"