Immortal Creation

late at night.

In the deep night, the mountains in the distance are shadowy.

The cold night wind blew through the entire Honghua Camp.

Not far away, Canglin Fairy City was still brightly lit at night. The orange glow and the faint laughter and music floating in the wind further enhanced the loneliness and loneliness of the military camp.

The wounded soldiers were gathered together.

Mulan patrolled at night and walked to the area where wounded soldiers gathered, with an angry look on his face.

Her consciousness noticed that many wounded soldiers were laying on the ground at night, shivering from the cold. Some were curled up in a ball, while others were moaning in their sleep.

"What's going on? Why don't you activate the magic circle to make the tent warmer?!" Mulan glared around, used his spiritual consciousness to convey thoughts, and scolded his subordinates.

The subordinate quickly reported: "General, our army's spiritual stones are not enough. We must reduce what should be reduced."

"I reported it to you before. This is your order."

Mulan's expression froze.

She quickly recalled that during the day, she dealt with military affairs and worried about bottoming out military expenditures.

When her subordinates did come to report to her, what she was thinking at the time was: "We cannot lack the pension for the fallen soldiers. We must try to save as much as possible!"

Ensuring warmth in the tent is indeed something that can be reduced in Mullan's opinion.

Military expenses were so tight that even if he only spent a few hundred spiritual stones a night, Mulan had to pay every penny.

Mulan fell silent.

Now she was asked to give an order to fill the spirit stones and raise the temperature, but she still couldn't give the order.

Military spending is really tight!

In silence, Mulan opened the door curtain and entered the tent.

The pungent smell hit my face.

The smell of blood, poisonous gas, typhoid...

Most of the wounded soldiers were lying on the ground, sleeping on their bunks.

There were only more than 20 stretchers with seriously injured people lying on them.

Some of the wounded were half asleep because of the pain.

Zhang Chongyi is still treating the wounded.

He half-knelt beside a stretcher, took out the mud from the clay pot with his hands, and applied it to the wounds of the wounded.

From time to time, he activated his exercises to deliver medicine to the wounded.

Seeing Mulan, Zhang Chongyi only glanced at him and continued his treatment.

On the other hand, the seriously wounded man on the stretcher struggled to get up and salute after discovering Mulan.

Mulan came to him, stretched out his hand to hold him down, and said with an iron expression: "Lie down and receive treatment."

"General!" the wounded man choked.

"When you are healed, we will kill the enemy together." Mulan encouraged.

"Yes, General!" The wounded man became excited, rolled his eyes, and fainted on the spot.

Mulan:......

Zhang Chongyi sighed and waved to Mulan repeatedly.

Mulan walked out of the camp with a heavy heart.

A moment later, in the general's tent, Zhang Chongyi dragged his exhausted body and reported to Mulan: "The situation is very bad."

"We have too few doctors. Even if I work from dawn to dusk to treat, I still can't treat so many wounded people."

"The conditions in the military camp are very bad, and even the temperature cannot be guaranteed."

"With a few more cold nights like this, I'm afraid many seriously injured people will lose their lives."

Mulan said solemnly: "We must do everything possible to cure them."

Zhang Chongyi frowned: "Has the situation reached such a bad level? How much military spending is left?"

Zhang Chongyi knew very well that Mulan was by no means a stingy person and would never deduct military expenses.

Mulan forced a smile: "Uncle Zhang, although the military expenditure is small, there are still some guarantees. You have worked hard for three days and three nights. What are the thoughts and emotions of the wounded?"

Zhang Chongyi said: "Most of the wounded are veterans in the army. They have no resentment and only care about defeat."

"These are the real wealth of your superior general's residence."

"They are all elite and good soldiers. It would be a pity if they died of illness in the military camp because of insufficient military spending and insufficient treatment."

"If it really doesn't work..."

Having said this, Zhang Chongyi took out a magic weapon and handed it to Mulan.

"How about pawning this treasure in exchange for military expenses!" Zhang Chongyi said.

Mulan was moved: "Uncle Zhang, this is the magic weapon you keep at the bottom of the box. How can you exchange it for money?"

"Uncle Zhang, you took refuge in our army and funded almost all of your wealth. If you are still asked to pawn my magic weapon now, how can I have the face to repay my father?"

"Don't mention this matter!"

Mulan immediately refused.

Zhang Chongyi smiled bitterly: "I am no longer Nascent Soul. I dropped the golden elixir on the spot, and my natal magic weapon was also implicated. It is a defective product."

"It won't have any effect on me."

Mulan's eyes were sharp: "This is absolutely impossible! If it is pawned out, it will undoubtedly expose the weakness of our army to the public. Not only will it be a heavy blow to our morale, but it will also cause enemies to swarm."

"Nowadays, many wounded soldiers are barely supported by the strength of the military. A sharp drop in morale will inevitably weaken the military strength. Many of the wounded will be implicated, and the minor injuries will turn into serious injuries, and the seriously injured will lose their lives."

"Uncle Zhang, although our army has withdrawn from the battlefield, the situation is still dangerous."

Zhang Chongyi was speechless. After a moment, he slowly nodded and said in a hoarse voice: "That's true. I didn't think carefully."

The General's Mansion of General Mu has become the target of many civil and military officials in the court.

This time, Mulan was forced to join the army in place of his father, and it was because of them.

Once the Red Flower Camp reveals its weakness, just like the blood flowing out of the wound of prey, a group of sharks will inevitably be attracted to it.

Zhang Chongyi: "If we hold on, can we hold on?"

Mulan said confidently: "Of course. Tomorrow is the day when military rations are distributed. With this batch of supplies, our lives will be much better and we can breathe a sigh of relief."

"Uncle Zhang, I have been taught carefully by my father since I was a child. Don't worry, I know everything."

Zhang Chongyi exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his expression became much more relaxed: "That's good, that's good."

When he left, Mulan frowned, and her confident eyes dissipated, revealing hesitation and sorrow.

As the leader of an army, she must always maintain confidence and maintain a strong demeanor. If the commander sighs and frowns, can he expect morale to continue?

Since the end of the ambush, huge pressure has been hanging over Mulan's heart.

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She is a daughter of a general, and she has always had a clear judgment of her own situation.

In the candlelight in front of the table, Mulan continued to handle military affairs.

She had to calculate every account carefully and find ways to save money from all aspects.

The gap on the account was so big that Mulan didn't dare to hand the account book to the quartermaster.

Mulan calculated for a long time, looking at the account, she felt as if she was falling into the abyss.

"Wait until tomorrow, tomorrow I will receive military rations and a small amount of spiritual stones, at least I can improve the soldiers' food and keep it for a while."

Mulan sighed in her heart.

Zhang Chongyi didn't sleep for three days and three nights, and she did the same, constantly patrolling the barracks, comforting the soldiers, and also doing the accounts.

Accounting is not what she is good at, nor is it her hobby.

She is more willing to gallop on the battlefield and kill the enemy chief with arrows!

But there is no way, the cruel and cold reality forces her to do this.

Heavy sleepiness came, and the exhausted Mulan lay on the table and fell asleep.

She dreamed of her childhood in a daze.

General Mu returned to the camp victoriously.

"Dad!" The child Mulan had been waiting at the gate for a long time. When he saw his father, he shouted happily, ran all the way, and then couldn't wait to throw himself into the arms of General Mu.

"Hey, hey, slow down, slow down." General Mu couldn't shout in time, so he could only half-kneel on the ground, helplessly opened his arms, and tried his best to catch little Mulan with soft strength.

"I haven't taken off my armor yet, did it hurt you?" General Mu asked distressedly.

He just heard a bang, it was Mulan's forehead hitting his chest armor.

Mulan looked up and looked up at her father, her eyes full of admiration and love: "Dad."

As soon as she opened her mouth, her attention was attracted by a flower.

"Huh? What is this?" Mulan pointed to General Mu's shoulder armor, "Dad, you have a flower on your shoulder."

General Mu turned his head and looked at his left shoulder, and sure enough, he saw a bright red flower bud rooted in the gap between the shoulder armor, swaying gently in the breeze.

General Mu reached out, picked it off, and handed it to Mulan: "This is the blood spirit flower."

"This flower only grows and blooms on the battlefield."

"The more intense the war, the more casualties, the more blood spirit flowers sprout, and the brighter the color."

Mulan was very happy: "This flower is so beautiful, I want to take good care of it."

She cherished the gift her father gave her like a treasure.

But General Mu frowned: "Nonsense!"

"Blood Spirit Flower is not an ordinary flower, it can't be kept alive."

"It grows very fast, and it will die very fast."

"It is a red flower watered with blood and life, and it is also the origin of the name of our Mu family's Red Flower Camp."

"You must respect it and respect every war."

"Mulan, you are the only heir to the General's Mansion, you must understand the importance of the Blood Spirit Flower!"

"It is not a joke, and war is not a game. Every war will have casualties and sacrifices. You will become the commander of the Red Flower Camp in the future. Remember, do your best to reduce the sacrifice of our army and water the Blood Spirit Flower with the blood of the enemy!"

Mulan raised her little face, her face full of seriousness and solemnity. She said loudly: "Dad, I remember!"

...

"General, General, wake up!" The subordinates reported in a hurry, waking up the sleeping Mulan.

She looked up and saw that the sunlight had already shone through the opened curtain and sprinkled into the tent.

Seeing her subordinates' anxious faces, she couldn't help but feel a strong sense of uneasiness in her heart.

"What happened?" Mulan asked in a deep voice.

The subordinates said: "We went to collect the military rations, but the Xiancheng said that some procedures were not completed and they needed to complete the procedures before they could release the rations."

"We asked, and it was the intention of the military supervisor!"

"What?!" Mulan heard this and her eyes went dark.

The most worried thing still happened!

This amount of military rations is life-saving food for the current Red Flower Camp.

"Zhao, Xi!" Mulan was furious. He immediately prepared his armor, put on a bright red cloak, and called a group of subordinates, "Let's go, this general will go to collect it personally, see who dares to stop me?!"