Jun Jiuling

Candied fruit?

Everyone was stunned.

Ren thought about thousands of things, but he never thought that this woman would say such a sentence.

This is on the battlefield.

Why are there women on the battlefield? Why do women still come to the forefront? Why did you come to this dangerous place?

Why do you still carry candied fruit with you?

Why does the first sentence ask people to eat candied fruit?

Countless questions flickered in the minds of these soldiers and generals, but no answers could be found.

Too many surprises today.

Everyone didn't know how to react.

The spring breeze was blowing, and the faint fragrance dispelled the lingering smell of blood in the nose. I don't know if it was the fragrance of this woman or the sweet fragrance of candied fruit in her hand.

Cheng Guogong looked at the girl standing in front of him, smiled slightly, and let go of the hand holding the big knife.

The big knife fell on the ground in a pool of blood, making it even more chilly.

Cheng Guogong was a little unstable because he lost his support, and the lieutenant behind him hurriedly supported him.

Cheng Guogong stretched out his hand and stopped again.

"My hands are a bit dirty." He also said seriously, looking at his hands.

There were bloodstains on his hands, others' and his own.

He apologized for his dirty hands, even though it was on the battlefield, after a fight, when he was seriously injured.

Miss Jun said oh, stretched out her hand to take apart the candied fruit, put it on Cheng Guogong's open palm, and looked at him seriously and expectantly with a smile.

The little girl's eyes were soft and bright like spring water.

Although I don't know who she is, but the one who can appear on this bloody battlefield is definitely not a really cute little girl.

There was tension on her face, but her tension was not because of being on the battlefield, let alone because of Cheng Guogong's horrific and serious injuries, but because of this candied fruit.

When he is nervous, he will eat or not, whether he is nervous or not.

Seems like that's the only thing that matters.

Cheng Guogong smiled again, held the opened candied fruit in his palm and brought it to his cracked and bloodshot mouth, and ate it in one gulp.

He chewed earnestly, his gentle face wrinkled slightly.

Miss Jun was a little nervous.

"It's a little sour." Cheng Guogong said, with a slight smile, "It's delicious, thank you."

A smile bloomed on Miss Jun's face, like a spring flower blooming.

The people around were inexplicably relieved, as if they had solved a huge difficulty, many people also laughed inexplicably.

"The fruits here are not good, and the ones made are not tasty." Miss Jun said, with a slightly sad expression on her face.

Nothing compares to the candied fruit in the palace.

Is this little girl out of her mind? The generals on the side finally came back to their senses, and their expressions became strange.

Are things like candied fruit being discussed now?

"Master Guo, your injury..." A general choked up and said, knelt down on one knee, looking at Duke Cheng anxiously.

"My lord, your injury."

The other generals also came to their senses and gathered around and shouted loudly, reminding the little girl what time it is and what condition this person is in front of her.

Speaking of the situation, Cheng Guogong was really seriously injured.

The knife split the armor on his arm, and his body was stained with blood.

Although his face was peaceful, he was bloodless, and there were large beads of sweat rolling out on his forehead. The hand that had just clenched the long knife was shaking slightly in front of him, and his body also began to shake.

It turned out that holding the long knife just now was not for supporting and sitting, but for suppressing the pain.

The pain was clearly extreme.

Although Cheng Guogong had many injuries, there was only one most critical thing that caused the extreme pain.

That is the spear on his chest.

This hurt too much! I'm afraid...

The generals and soldiers were all more distressed immediately, and many of them knelt down and wept.

"No problem, no problem."

But the soft female voice sounded, with a bit of joy.

no harm? Cheerful?

That's all! What is this girl...

The generals turned their heads angrily.

"You are the Shun'an Army, has Mao Shuncai come?" a general held back his temper and shouted

Now the people over there are approaching, and you can see the flying military flag.

The general naturally recognized which army this was, although there was an unknown military flag among them.

Mao Shuncai was the general of the Shun'an Army. As Cheng Guogong's capable general, the people who dealt with him were naturally all generals of the same rank.

These people in front of him should not be high-ranking generals, because he didn't recognize them.

But rushing to aid so far, the general will definitely be in command.

But why don't you see General Mao Shuncai? Still in the formation? Or to attack the Jinbing Camp?

The general's thoughts flashed and he ignored it.

"Are there any doctors in the army?" He asked anxiously again.

The doctor accompanying them had unfortunately been shot by an arrow and died in the previous few Jinbing attacks.

Li Guorui nodded hurriedly.

"There are doctors and there are doctors," he said.

But instead of calling the doctor loudly as the generals imagined, they stood aside again.

"Miss Jun, please." He said respectfully.

again…

The generals looked stiff, and when they wanted to say something, they saw that the girl had already stretched out her hand, and a man standing behind her immediately handed over a medicine box.

What a doctor.

The expressions of the generals eased a little. It turned out that he was a doctor, so he could join the army.

Is it just this woman?

Not to mention that there are few women who practice medicine, doctors in the army are different from doctors in the civilian population, most of them are war wounds, which is bloody and inconvenient for women.

Miss Jun was already low in front of Cheng Guogong and began to treat the wound.

Seeing that she was proficient in her movements, and she didn't have the shyness and shrinking of a woman, it seemed that she was used to the wounds of swords and guns, and the generals were a little relieved.

However, there were still two generals standing beside Li Guorui and the other men.

"The Duke is seriously injured, do you have any other doctors?" one of the generals, Su Rong, said in a low voice.

Li Guorui smiled.

"Master Wu, there's no need to find another doctor." He said, "If Miss Jun can't cure her, then no doctor can."

Why? Such a big tone? The general frowned.

"Because she is Miss Jun." Li Guorui said, as excited as when he first heard about it, "Miss Jun from Jiulingtang is known as Miss Jun who specializes in treating difficult and miscellaneous diseases and can make pox vaccine."

Since the formation of the army, she has been in charge, and the good medicine and wound treatment skills used can save half of the wounded soldiers than before.

Wounded soldiers are a terrible waste for a military camp, but on the other hand, soldiers who have survived hundreds of battles are a terrible force for a military camp. Therefore, during the fighting along the way, soldiers survived the battle and are equipped with more combat skills. According to experience, today's Shun'an army is much more powerful and majestic than before.

These generals have also heard of Miss Jun's reputation, but they must know about vaccination. After all, most people have wives and children at home.

A doctor who can make a vaccine to save children from the disaster of pox is of course a miracle doctor.

When the generals heard this sentence, they no longer had any doubts, and suddenly realized.

No wonder this woman can join the army, and these people are very respectful, so she is a miracle doctor.

"Miss Jun, the Duke's injury..." Everyone couldn't help but ask in unison.

Miss Jun had already treated Cheng Guogong's other wounds, and now she was holding the gun on his chest.

Naturally, the tip of the gun cannot be pulled out. If it is pulled out, the person will die on the spot.

"Break some more..."

"Let's help press..."

The generals spoke on their own initiative.

Before he finished speaking, he saw the woman shake her hand vigorously. Duke Cheng groaned, leaned forward, and the blood spurted out instantly. The woman pulled out the tip of the gun that was originally stuck in his chest and threw it back. There was a clatter.

The people around were caught off guard by being sprayed with blood all over their faces, and blurted out exclamations.

Cheng Guogong let out a muffled groan, and fell backwards again, passing out directly.

All around was frozen.

The generals finally came to their senses, looking at Cheng Guogong whose face was as motionless as gold paper and whose chest was still bleeding, they almost fainted.

I go!

This woman's hands are too fierce and ruthless, right? Can this injury be healed like this?

"You! You!" a lieutenant shouted angrily.

Miss Jun had neatly wrapped a wound soaked in thick medicinal juice around Cheng Guogong's wound.

"How can this be stopped..." the general then shouted.

Before the words fell, Li Guorui coughed lightly from the side.

"Stop it." He reminded in a low voice.

The general was startled, seeing that the blood on Duke Cheng's chest was no longer gushing.

"But, but..." What else was he going to say, Miss Jun had already stuffed a pill into Duke Cheng's mouth, rubbed it casually for him to swallow, and at the same time a few golden needles pierced Duke Cheng's chest on the head.

With a faint sigh, Cheng Guogong, who had fainted, opened his eyes. Although his face was still as golden as paper, his eyes were not distracted.

"The action is neat, very good." He moved his lips and said, "Thank you."

Although the voice is weak and inaudible, but the words are clear and clearly conscious.

Miss Jun looked at him and smiled, with a bit of shyness, as if she was embarrassed to be praised and thanked.

It doesn't matter to others, Lei Zhonglian frowned when he looked behind.

It turns out that this girl would be embarrassed to be praised.

"Grandpa's injury..." the other generals asked cautiously.

I am very afraid that this woman will make terrible moves again.

Fortunately, Miss Jun didn't move this time and pulled out the golden needle and stood up.

"It's okay for the time being, but we can't delay any longer." She said, "Get out of here as soon as possible and go to a safe place."

These words are normal, and the generals breathed a sigh of relief. It is really that the girl did not behave normally after she appeared, which made them afraid.

"Where is Mao Shuncai?" The general asked again, "Who is in command of your current battalion?"

His gaze swept over everyone, and then he saw Li Guorui and the other men take another step back.

No way….

Could it be...

The general's eyebrows twitched.

"Set up the formation and withdraw the troops, and call the third historical battalion back." A soft female voice sounded from behind.