Back Off, Let Me Come

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Late at night, the wounded barracks were still brightly lit.

Military doctors moved around various camps, checking the wounds with medical records from time to time, and the medical soldiers taking care of the wounded tried to make as little noise as possible. In addition to the occasional beeping sound from the bonfire outside the tent, the only sound left in the air was the footsteps of the night patrol soldiers: "Is the Chen Medical Team here?"

There was a medical soldier outside the tent who poked his head into the tent.

The military doctor whose name was called briefly explained the precautions and then followed the medical soldier away. She asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

His eyes fell on the cloth band on the medic's arm, and he immediately recognized which camp the other party belonged to: "Is that female gentleman awake?"

The "female queen" she spoke of was the woman whom the lord personally ordered to take care of. She had one of her right legs amputated, her internal organs were bleeding, and she had multiple fractures all over her body. Even some strong soldiers could not bear these injuries, let alone ordinary people. The Lord placed this person in the medical area she was responsible for for treatment, so naturally she couldn't take it lightly.

Then the medical soldiers were asked to take extra care and report any problems immediately.

"It's like a nightmare, my body is struggling all the time."

The other wounds were not fatal, and the amputation site had not yet healed smoothly. The medical soldier had her tied to a hospital bed made of simple door panels and hurried over to find the medical team. When the medical team passed by, the man had already woken up. His bloodless face was full of panic, his spirit was tense, and his body was full of resistance to the surrounding environment.

It wasn't until he saw the medical team coming that his eyes changed a little.

The medical team bent down and asked, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"Why are you tying me up?"

"You have a nightmare. I'm worried that if you struggle too much, the wound will burst." The medical team put the candle closer, and the candlelight dispersed the darkness, making her kind face more gentle and harmless. The medical team could clearly feel that the woman's breathing relaxed a little.

The woman was stunned for a moment, trying to digest the information.

When the medical team mentioned the word "nightmare", she couldn't help but think of that chaotic, terrifying and weird nightmare.

She dreamed that she was still in the crowd of refugees, and there were countless pairs of dark hands behind her pushing, dragging, and fiddling with her... Continuous pressure squeezed her body from all directions, and the internal organs under the skin were also rubbed by black hands. Still...she couldn't escape, couldn't move her hands and feet, and was stuck in the middle of the crowd like a puppet, passively floating forward. In front of her field of vision——

Countless figures had lifeless faces.

Looking closely, she broke into a cold sweat.

Those were clearly corpses squeezed together!

The strong stimulation made her open her eyes.

The severe pain in her body was not worth the fear of being in a strange environment - she didn't know whether to be grateful that she was still alive or despair that she was still alive. The fear that climbed to the top quietly slipped away a little when he saw the strange woman.

The noisy heart finally stopped hurting so much.

She wanted to ask who these people were, but she timidly held back.

Seeing that her mood was relatively stable, the medical team gave her a comprehensive examination and found that there were no major problems. They also did not forget to relay the Lord's instructions before leaving: "My Lord said that she cut off your legs to save your life, but don't worry. , the disability is only temporary. When your energy and blood are almost restored, your legs can still grow..."

"Princess?"

The medical team explained: "It's my lord."

The woman pursed her chapped lips. Her timidity and fear once overwhelmed the pain of the wound, but now she realized that she really couldn't feel her right leg. Recalling the chaos before coma, she said happily: "Master Bing, do you mean that the thief was repulsed?"

Lord, should refer to the general.

The news gave her a long sigh of relief.

Subconsciously ignore the possibility of being rescued.

After careful calculation, the possibility of her being rescued is extremely low. To put it nicely, she is a singer raised by the army, and her main task is to perform dance music for the generals at the celebration banquet. To put it lightly, she is a prostitute. But she was luckier than other women.

Because her mother gave her a pretty outstanding appearance, she could even be called "stunning" even in a remote place. This means that she doesn't have to deal with a dozen soldiers every day like others, but only needs to serve a few generals. Maybe one of them is willing to take her home, or give her as a concubine to someone, she The hard days are over.

However, the most likely possibility is that one day he will contract an illness and die, or one day he will grow old and become senile and be rejected. The status of the man he serves will gradually decline, and he will finally be reduced to a small house serving a soldier...

She is no longer new. The most favorable evidence is that the general has not looked for her for more than half a year. Fortunately, the general still has some use for her, so he remembers her and asks her to entertain the royal envoys well.

Then, she suddenly turned pale.

I remembered that I had lost my right leg.

Will the general remember the good things he has done over the years and let her go free? Or do you despise her for being incomplete and leave her to those soldiers?

The thought of such a future made her tremble with fear.

She was so caught up in fear that she didn't notice the slightly stiff and weird expressions of the two medical team members. The medical team smiled and said, "Ah, yes, they have been repelled. You can just rest and recover. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

The woman nodded obediently.

Unlike other disabled patients who wake up and make a fuss.

Her quiet and cooperative demeanor could even be called humble. She didn't say anything when she was hungry or thirsty, and she even suppressed internal emergencies until she fell into coma and alerted the medical team. The medical soldier was not surprised and quickly packed up and put on a clean mattress. As the day went by, the condition not only did not improve, but also worsened.

The medical team in the daytime is still kind and kind: "My wife is not good at walking. If you have any emergency, you can ask the medical team for help. There is no need to worry."

The woman asked her in a low voice: "...are you still dreaming?"

The medical team replied: "This is not a dream."

The panic she had just woken up dissipated, and the woman regained some reason and found that everything was wrong. The biggest problem was not that the precious medicinal materials were used on a useless person like her, nor that there was a stranger lying on the bed next to her, but the way the medical team addressed her.

She actually called herself the female monarch?

After discovering this flaw, more flaws were about to be revealed.

The wounded in the tent included men and women, old and young, and most of them were disabled. They looked like common people rather than soldiers. Even for soldiers in the army, this degree of disability had been cleared out early. The cost of saving a disabled person is much higher than killing a disabled person.

She has been in the army for two or three years.

Naturally, she knew the cruelty here.

Why were there so many disabled common people lying in the tent?

The garrison sergeants she knew would not do such a thing. She didn't dare to ask, so she could only hold her doubts in her heart.

Unless——

"The bandits were really repelled?"

The medical team said tactfully: "The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. If the loser is the bandit... the bandit was indeed repelled."

Woman: "..."

She suddenly opened her eyes wide.

Because the envoy used a vicious delaying tactic, first deliberately instigated the expulsion of refugees, causing a large-scale stampede, and ordered catapults to destroy the buildings in the city, all of which caused great trouble to Shen Tang. After a day of reckoning, the casualties of the common people far exceeded expectations.

"Has that dead eunuch been caught?"

Not being tortured in public was not enough to calm her anger.

However, this person ran fast, and the scouts sent out found nothing.

"Who killed him quickly?"

Just when Shen Tang was gritting his teeth, news came from outside that the body of the envoy had been found. It was disgusting to use innocent civilians as a shield. Shen Tang had fought for many years, but he had never hated a person so much, and his disgust even exceeded that of Huang Lie back then.

"Well, judging from the remaining martial spirit, it was the Lord who killed him."

"...I killed him?"

Shen Tang's anger stopped abruptly.

He asked again: "When did I kill him?"

Shen Tang pulled away the white cloth covering the body, and what came into view was a body full of corpse spots, with a miserable head and a bit of burnt smell in addition to the strong corpse odor. She thought carefully for three seconds, vaguely remembering that she killed someone who blocked the road on the way.

She asked uncertainly: "Is it really him?"

"I asked someone to identify him, and the eunuch was indeed wearing this outfit that day. To verify his identity, I checked his lower body, and it was him."

Shen Tang put his sleeves in his pocket and glanced at the body with a frown.

"How did you find him?"

The scouts dug the battlefield three feet deep but didn't find anyone.

Gu De said: "When the bodies were burned together."

War will cause a large number of corpses.

If the corpses are not handled properly, it is easy to cause epidemics.

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Other warlords were more civilized and would dig a pit to bury the bodies. The more barbaric ones would throw the bodies directly into the river to feed the fish, and let the creatures in the river help deal with the bodies. The more barbaric ones would throw the bodies into the water to rinse them clean, disembowel them, and make human jerky to satisfy the hunger of the army. His lord was the most cruel and ruthless. He directly burned the bodies in a centralized manner - this was also the most criticized by the outside world, and stopped many knowledgeable people from coming to surrender. Gu De also wanted to persuade them, but was told that Kangguo had been doing this for more than ten years.

Well, what is there to persuade?

Kangguo's team has not persuaded for more than ten years, what use can I have?

On second thought, this may be related to the barbaric atmosphere in the north.

As long as they are enemies, their bodies must be destroyed!

In this era when a poor peasant's ragged clothes can be pawned for a few copper coins, even the most ragged clothes have value. The frugal warlords will naturally not allow corpses to be thrown/buried/sent to the crematorium with clothes on. The soldier who was in charge of handling the corpses stripped off his clothes, and found that one of the corpses was very special.

There were ugly scars from cutting on the bottom.

[Why is it a eunuch? ]

Someone came up and took a curious look: [Eunuch? Eunuch is eunuch, that thing doesn't have much oil when it burns. ]

[This body looks pretty good. ]

Look at these strong and powerful arms and legs, the muscles on my stomach are not as clear as this eunuch's! So jealous!

The conversation between the two happened to be heard by someone.

So they hurriedly snatched the corpse out of the fire.

After verifying the identity, they immediately sent it to Shen Tang.

"... No wonder, there is still a smell of burning meat..." Shen Tang stared at the corpse, wishing that the other party would be alive and then be tortured, "This corpse... Don't burn it, it's a waste of my firewood. Pack it up and express it to the royal family of Qiguo."

After saying that, Shen Tang added another sentence.

"By the way, send another manifesto."

Fighting is not only about fighting with fists, but also about trash talk.

Shen Tang must let the world know about the shamelessness of Qi State!

"...Although there are countless monarchs in troubled times who treat common people as grass, not many dare to say it openly." To a certain extent, the envoy of Qi State can be regarded as a pioneer.

The outside world knows that "Xia Houli" takes time to repair and tidy up every place it attacks. The envoy of Qi State seized this point and ordered the destruction of buildings and riots when the situation was hopeless. The more serious the destruction, the longer Xia Houli will be tripped up.

The longer the breathing time for the royal family of Qi State is.

What do civilians in other parts of Qi State think of doing this?

Once the manifesto is issued, Qi State is afraid that the people will lose the hearts of the people.

The envoy made a wrong calculation, and Shen Tang did not stay this time.

The next day, he ordered the camp to be moved and the camp to be built.

The three armies went first, and the logistics camps slowly followed.

Among them, the wounded camp was no exception.

The civilians with minor injuries have left the camp and returned home, and those with more serious injuries are taking them with them and marching with the wounded soldiers camp. It's not that I can't stay, but the local medical conditions are so poor that if I stay, I'll die. Although there are bumps in the army, at least he won't die.

This arrangement made the woman's hanging heart fall back to its original place.

She was familiar with the army, and she would really have a narrow escape if she was left behind.

"Chen Medical Team..."

She nervously licked her dry and flaky lips.

The wounded soldiers camp accommodated the wounded in the camp, marched during the day, and rested in place at sunset. During the rest period, the injured can rest, but the medical team and soldiers cannot close their eyes. The woman's recovery from her injuries was acceptable, and she was finally able to communicate with her superiors: "Is there something wrong, Jun?"

The woman suppressed her blush and didn't know where to start.

She wanted to stay in the army, but she didn't want to serve those miscellaneous soldiers, so she wanted to let her acquaintances help make the connection. The medical team looks quite impressive, they must be important people too? Maybe you know someone with a high status?

"...I have nowhere to go and want to find a way to make a living..."

The medical team immediately understood: "What is the female queen good at?"

The woman was even more embarrassed by the straightforward question from the medical team. She looked down at her only remaining leg, opened her mouth, and almost covered her face and sobbed: "...It used to be possible, but now it's impossible...But I still have some beauty..."

The medical team also looked at her legs: "The camp is full."

The woman bit her lower lip and tightened her fingers on the hem of her clothes.

Medical team: "The female monarch has a voice as good as an oriole, and speaks clearly. I think she probably sings elegant tunes that are favored by dignitaries, which is different from the dance music that soldiers in the army like... You guys... prefer to be like the country people. And the song…”

The dance is also the kind of rough steps that open and close.

This female gentleman should not be able to adapt.

"The Le Camp is full, but if you are not afraid of hardship and are good at needlework, the Garment Camp is a good place to go. Soldiers are short of clothes in winter, and there are more troops. The Garment Camp has been busy for a long time, and there is a shortage of people recently. We're in short supply." The medical team is soft-hearted, and when they see the other party in distress, they take the initiative to hand it over. Soldiers in the garment battalion sit and work most of the time, and there are few occasions where they need to run.

You can go there before Nu Jun's right leg recovers.

"Garment camp?"

Is there such a place in the military?

"Can you really get dressed instead of undressed?"

The woman accidentally said what was on her mind.

Medical team: "..."

The kind smile on her face gradually faded, and the flowing gaze in her eyes made the woman feel a little afraid. At this moment, the medical team stroked the woman's hair and said seriously: "No one here can let you take off the clothes you are wearing, no one."

"What if?"

"Whoever mentions it will be killed."

The woman was so frightened by the murderous intent in the medical team's words that her teeth trembled, and Qi Qi Ai Ai said: "I, I, I...how can I kill?"

"If you don't kill him, he will be killed by military law."

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