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Chapter 1357: The Destruction of Qi State (Part 1357) [Seeking monthly votes]

The six words were so casual, but they were something the woman had never encountered in her life, let alone dared to hope for. For some reason, her eyes felt sour, as if someone had thrown a handful of ashes into her eyes.

If someone else said this, she would just think it was a fantasy, but since these words came from the medical team, every word had weight.

In the past two days, what the woman saw most was the medical team treating the wounded calmly and calmly, and issuing various medical instructions calmly. She didn't know medical skills, but she knew the ways of the world - the doctors looked at the medical team with undisguised respect, and some even treated them as disciples - a woman who could gain the respect of others from the bottom of their hearts in a place like a military camp, how could she be simple?

The other party's words are naturally convincing.

The woman asked anxiously, "What if military law can't kill him?"

She thought the medical team would be furious and walk away, but unexpectedly they just said calmly: "Oh, the lord will kill it himself."

The woman blinked. "My Lord?"

This is the second time I have heard of the name "Lord".

At first, I thought the "lord" was the garrison commander, but after clearing up the misunderstanding, I realized that he was not. It can be seen that whether it is the medical team or the wounded, they all have a fanatical yearning for the "lord". He must be a very good person to make the medical team surrender.

Women subconsciously think that the other person should be a refined gentleman.

She had a delicate heart, looking up to see the vastness of the world, looking down to see the suffering of all living beings. If not, how could someone as insignificant as herself enter his eyes? How could she gain even a little bit of sympathy? She used her imagination to piece together what he looked like.

The woman swallowed the question, feeling offended by the question, but the medical team teased her in an uncharacteristic way: "If it is the Lord... then you should be extra careful. The men and women who are jealous of you can make you lose your appetite and sleep at night."

woman:"……"

For a moment, I didn't know whether to be speechless or embarrassed first.

Even if she didn't understand, she knew that the "lord" was more powerful than the general. She was not even worthy of being a general's concubine, let alone the "lord"?
If she could be favored by such a person, she would be marrying up.

"How am I worthy?"

The medical team said solemnly, "It's not about whether you are worthy or not, it's only about whether you are willing or not. If you are unwilling, even the lord cannot do it. What you should do is refuse instead of self-loathing. As long as you are unwilling, it is wrong for the royal family to come, and the same goes for the lord."

If wealth, status, and fame were equal to "truth", there wouldn't be so many foolish rulers and corrupt officials in the world. Refusing failure is one thing, but even humble people have the right to refuse.

"But if it's my turn, I'm willing."

Woman: "...Huh?"

The medical team couldn't help but laugh: "It's just my personal opinion."

Who hasn’t dreamed of his lord?
That's the lord! As long as I can enter the lord's inner house, even if there is a one in ten thousand chance, it's fine, even if it means I can be a concubine!

"...When I was still in the boudoir, I met the lord unexpectedly..." She started with literature and cultivated her literary mind, but later found that her talent was not very high. At this rate, how could she stand by the other party? So she made up her mind and gritted her teeth to study medicine! Literary scholars have a natural advantage in studying medicine. In addition, there are many wounded soldiers in the army. She has to practice her proficiency every day when she opens her eyes. Her medical skills have improved rapidly.

With similar qualifications, she resolutely applied to go to the front line.

"It really is 'once you see, you'll be in trouble for life'."

I failed to become my lord’s concubine and ended up becoming a military doctor.

Since she joined the army, she has been dealing with stumps and internal organs every day. She has seen countless bodies of men and women, and she has been able to remain calm. She also found that the master was good in every way, but he was too busy to rest, and he couldn't bear to see others idle. He had to find something to do even if he had nothing to do! After a long time, the medical team felt that life was more important.

But this did not stop her from continuing to dream.

If the Lord takes a fancy to me...

It’s not like she can’t be 007.

The woman sighed softly and murmured in a low voice: "... a man's infatuation can still be explained. But a woman's infatuation cannot be explained."

Medical team: “???”

At night, the woman was awakened by a sharp whistle.

The shouting and screaming permeated the dark night.

Her face turned pale instantly, and she trembled uncontrollably, as if she was forcibly dragged back to the nightmare of that day. The other injured were also trembling. The usually kind and patient medic seemed to have changed into a different person, and shouted sternly: "Anyone who dares to run around will be killed without mercy!"

"Don't run around!"

"What kind of filthy thing dares to launch a night attack!"

The medical soldiers all had ferocious looks on their faces, holding guns and shields, and their aura was even more powerful than any so-called elite soldiers the woman had ever seen.

Soon, a series of shouts and cries of killing rang out outside the temporary camp, and the jumping flames reflected the shadows of many people. The cold weapons collided with each other, making a tooth-grinding sound. I dared not imagine what would happen if this force fell on a person. The woman leaned on the crutches unskillfully, her mind in a mess. Sometimes she wondered if the enemy would attack here, and sometimes she was worried about whether the medical team would be in danger.

But she is just an ordinary person and can't help with anything.

Not long after, a blood-soaked medic came running over and said quickly, "Quick, transfer the patient first."

Without thinking, the woman yelled, "What are you turning for?"

At the moment of life and death, unnecessary burdens should be thrown away!
How could the medical soldier listen to her?
Once a military order is given, no matter what the content is, you have to obey it.

The woman felt that her internal organs were being burned by an unknown flame, and her brain was almost blank. This time, she was still one of the refugees, but the difference was that she had lost a leg and had a crutch in her hand, and the refugee team was not crowded and messy.

They fled all the way to the mountains.

The woman also pieced together some truth from fragmentary information.

The vanguard army was unstoppable and took another city. The defenders in the city saw that the situation was hopeless and surrendered. The army rushed to the next target. The defenders who had surrendered were well prepared and turned against them. They turned around and led their troops to attack the logistics camps. They were very fast and the soldiers they sent out were all elite. They were obviously well prepared. The key was speed. They had to destroy the logistics camps before the main force found them.

The more the woman listened, the more panicked she became, and tears began to fall.

How could this be?
"...Aren't they afraid of death if they betray us?" The woman bit her lower lip tightly, and the cross section of the severed limb was aching slightly - these days since she lost her right leg, she always felt that her right leg was still there, but she just couldn't control it. The unspeakable pain stimulated her nerves.

The soldier said, "In war, who is afraid of death?"

The woman heard this and remained silent.

The deathly silence made everyone breathless.

The aftermath of the battlefield would occasionally reach here through the earth. The woman didn't dare to think too much, she could only keep her head down and lean on her crutches, trying not to drag others down. After an unknown amount of time, a sound of iron hooves approached quickly. The soldiers surrounded the wounded behind them, drew their swords and held shields, ready for battle. Someone saw a familiar flag flying on the horse's back from a distance: "It's one of us!"

They are our own people, not enemy soldiers in disguise.

"The crisis is over, the enemy has been defeated."

The woman's tears, which had been held back for a long time, began to fall again.

"This time it's not the winner who is king and the loser who is the enemy, right?"

Unlike the heaviness of fleeing up the mountain, the atmosphere on the way down the mountain was relaxed, and the woman even heard the soldiers talking excitedly. After discovering the sneak attack, the logistics battalions immediately intercepted the enemy and stopped the first wave of attacks. The enemy seemed to have not expected that there were also a large number of elite troops stationed on the logistics side, and the rhythm of the attack was disrupted. They quickly made adjustments and launched a second wave of more rapid and fierce attacks.

These enemies were determined to die.

The combat style is fierce, only seeking to kill, not to survive. It is conceivable how much pressure the logistics side is under.

Just when the front seemed to collapse, the enemy's rear was attacked.

"That's really a divine soldier sent from heaven!"

"The lord said no prisoners, hahahaha, kill them all!"

"Well done for killing these sons of bitches. They were all filial sons and grandsons when they surrendered, but they betrayed their teachers and ancestors when they turned against us... They couldn't win in a direct fight, so they just wanted to pick on the weak. Ugh, do you really think that my sword and gun training was in vain? They should all be killed and fed to the dogs!"

For them, today's scene was really thrilling.

"His uncle, who spent all day hunting geese, was nearly pecked in the eye by a goose."

Shen Tang suspected that she was not used to the climate of the Central Continent. She used to attack others at night, but since she came to the branch, she was attacked at night every now and then. Last time, she suffered at the hands of Luo San, and this time, someone kicked the door at night. Does she look like a good man?
As he spoke, the soldier brought a man over.

"Let go, I'll walk away!"

Seeing Shen Tang's angry face, he used his shoulder to push the soldier away, resisting and refusing to kneel, holding his head high in pride. Shen Tang said: "Oh, there is a road to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell but you break in, you deserve a good death!"

When the enemy surrendered after being defeated, Shen Tang felt something was wrong. Gu De carefully noticed something and whispered: [The guards in the city look fine, which means that the soldiers stationed here should not be short of food and wages. How could they be so vulnerable? ]

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Without considering the possibility of empty pay, the quantity and quality of troops in a certain place have a certain relationship with food and pay - when food and pay are sufficient, the soldiers are strong and healthy, and everyone looks energetic; when food and pay are scarce, either the number of troops is cut or the pay of the soldiers is deducted, with few exceptions.

Gu De estimated the number of dead in the battle, and added those who surrendered, but the number still didn't add up, so he became alert. Although Qiguo did many despicable things, they also had a group of loyal soldiers. The soldiers who surrendered this time must be kept a close eye on, for fear of accidents.

【Are you worried that they might turn against you? 】

【Not impossible. 】

Shen Tang thought for a moment: [Why not use their own tricks to see if they really surrender or if they are up to something.]

If there really is a group of elite troops hiding in secret...

I can catch it this time!
Shen Tang did not want to alert the enemy, so the main forces of the three armies marched according to the established plan and secretly dispatched a group of soldiers to wait for the opportunity. As a result, she really waited for the opportunity and understood the enemy's true goal.

"The victor is the king and the loser is the bandit!" The enemy general opened his eyes wide and stiffened his neck, saying, "Kill me if you want, cut me up if you want."

"What a winner, loser! You said you want to kill me? You want to chop me up? Well, I hope you are really tough, not just tough talk!" Shen Tang didn't like indiscriminate killing, but no one could stop her from killing someone. "In that case, drag him down and chop him up!"

The knife came down and the head rolled to the ground.

Shen Tang gulped down a large bowl of cold water but still couldn't calm down the anger in his heart.

She would not be too angry if these people pretended to surrender and attacked the three armies, outflanking them from both ends. On the battlefield, people are always trying to see who is more shameless and who is better at acting. Pretending to surrender and then turning the table against them is just one of the "games" and it is within the rules.

Shen Tang suffered serious injuries because she was not as skilled as others.

This time is different.

This group of logistics is mainly composed of wounded soldiers, clothing camps and even music camps, plus a large number of civilians. The overall combat power can be imagined. Even if the soldiers of each camp have daily training, they are still weaker than the soldiers on the front line. Shen Tang couldn't bear to attack them! She didn't want to capture and release those traitorous soldiers and generals, drag them down and kill them directly. After drinking several bowls of cold water, she barely suppressed the fire in her throat: "How much loss tonight?"

"The casualties were not great, but a lot of people were scattered in the chaos."

The wounded soldiers' battalion, which had just taken a breath, had to work around the clock again.

Gu De observed Shen Tang's expression carefully.

He spoke carefully: "Those civilians..."

It's a burden to carry with you.

The logistics side has limited guards, and it is inevitable that they will be stretched to the limit if they are abandoned. If they are abandoned, the loss tonight can be smaller. However, he also knows that his lord will not agree.

Gu De changed the subject: "...I have sent someone to look for him."

"Well, give the order to rest for half an hour before setting off."

She was worried about letting Gong Xichou take charge of the main forces of the three armies. It was not that she doubted his ability to lead the army, but she was simply worried that he would be free without the rope around his neck, and his fighting style would be like a wild dog out of a cage. Shen Tang was afraid that if she ran slower, she would just have to eat the exhaust gas.

At this time, a general scratched his head and said, "What if the enemy uses a trick on us and another group of them appears just as we leave?"

Shen Tang said unhappily, "Do you think he's the Calabash Brothers?"

Do I have to send them one by one to save grandpa?
If you come here with the intention of dying, how can you have any backup plan?
This group of elite troops is truly their last trump card.

When the woman saw the medical team on crutches, it was daybreak, the smoke of the battlefield had not yet dissipated, and the air was still filled with the lingering smell of burnt and blood. She almost staggered to the front of the medical team, and cried loudly in their worried eyes.

"Why are you crying? Aren't you and I still alive?"

It is a blessing to survive a battle.

The medical team ordered to clean up the mess nearby, and many new faces appeared in the wounded camp. The woman followed the medical team with a cane, busying around. She was good at sewing, and the wounded camp was short of medical staff, so she helped with the final suture, trying to hypnotize herself that she was sewing cloth instead of human flesh. The sewing was too careful, and a young man teased her: "Lady, you can't bear to remove the two more stitches. Look at the fine stitches. Even the tattoos are aligned, unlike last time when the snake eyes and scales were aligned together..."

"Who asked you to get such a complicated tattoo?"

"That's right. You're lucky to have survived and someone sew up your wounds. You still want to have flowers matched? Who are you matching for?"

The soldier smiled and said, "Show it to my wife."

"When did you get a wife?"

After saying that, the air was quiet for several breaths.

The two medics took turns slapping the wounded soldier's face.

There were two snapping sounds, the sound was exceptionally crisp.

After slapping the woman, the medic shook his hands and turned to look at her. His eyes seemed to say, "You have a broken leg, not an arm."

"Why don't you fight?"

The woman stammered, "It hurts."

"Humph, being injured doesn't affect your talkativeness, you deserve a beating."

The wounded soldier covered his face and yelled at another medic, "It's fine if she hits me, but why are you, a man, getting involved?"

"They're all slaps, so what difference does it make who hits them?"

"It's different. Sister's fragrance arrives before the slap."

For a moment, the laughter diluted the heavy atmosphere in the tent.

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After learning from my mistakes, I will definitely not stay up late tomorrow