Traveling through: The down-and-out beauty refuses to be cannon fodder

Chapter 118

After thinking for a moment, Mao Wen agreed to her request.

Fang Yuanzhi quickly came to the tent where the wounded were treated.Seeing the wounds festering and bleeding, and the vitality slowly disappearing, Fang Yuanzhi once again saw the cruelty of war.

She was just stunned, and quickly put herself into the treatment of the wounded.

Half of the wounded have been given first aid by ordinary doctors.Her main job is to detoxify and detoxify.

However, there was only a fraction of the poison she was sure she could undo.For the rest, although she is somewhat familiar with the principle of poisoning, she needs a long time of verification and exploration to find the right antidote.

These poisons are somewhat similar to what the master taught her, but they are quite different, and should be further improved and improved.

She couldn't help thinking of Junxin.

All these poisons were developed by him?
It was only then that she realized that Junxin's drug-making skills had actually far surpassed her master's, not even a little bit better than herself, a half-baked guy who had only been on the offensive for a while.

She suddenly understood that with Junxin's level of drug production and use, there was no need to detoxify in the Miao Village by herself.

Then why did he force himself to detoxify himself in the first place?
Is it to make myself useful and to gain a chance of life from the vicious Miao people?

She didn't think about it, she just wanted to gain Mao Wen's trust as soon as possible so that she could go to the real front line. If she had a chance to meet Jun Xin, she would give it a try and persuade him to go with her.

With Fang Yuanzhi's unremitting efforts, many soldiers' lives were saved, but they needed to recover for a long time before returning to the battlefield.

Fang Yuanzhi's explanation was that the soldiers arrived too late, which delayed the best time for rescue.

If she was at the forefront, perhaps the situation would be much better.

Mao Wen agreed after thinking for a while.

Fang Yuanzhi stayed in the camp, so his father's people could easily find out, and he didn't want his father to know that Fang Yuanzhi was here.

Maybe his father was cruel, so in order not to reveal the secret, he did Fang Zhi.

After all, he had been friends with Fang Yuanzhi for a while, so he still didn't want anything to happen to her.

"On the front line, the sword has no eyes, you should be careful." Before parting, Mao Wen still gave an extra warning with complicated eyes.

Fang Yuanzhi replied to him confidently: "Understood, you are the same!"

Even though the two families are about to turn against each other because of interests, Mao Wen still has a bit of friendship.

Within a few days, the army advanced to the open space in the valley.

Fang Yuanzhi followed the frontline medical team to clean up the battlefield and rescue the wounded.

However, the open space was full of corpses, most of them were soldiers of the Ming army, and a few were Miao people. None of them survived.The originally khaki-yellow dry ground was stained red by the blood all over the ground, and the wet red soil stuck to the feet, which could not be shaken off.

Fang Yuanzhi retched with nausea.

She still remembered that the Miao people sang and danced here, and held a lively reed dance party.She later heard Junxin say that that day was the Miao New Year's Eating Festival.

The gathering place that used to be a place of joy and laughter is now full of corpses and has become a hell on earth.

There was a Miao man who was dead, his eyes were staring angrily, and the ear of a court soldier was still biting in his mouth.

The officers and soldiers of the imperial court were all middle-aged men in uniform. On the side of the Miao people, there were men and women, old and young, who died.

Fang Yuanzhi saw a half-grown Miao child who had died long ago, lying on his back on the ground, with a big hole in his chest, blood had flowed out, the whole body was stained dark red, his big eyes stared straight at the sky.The child is wearing a pair of sandals, which are exactly the shoes that Fang Yuanzhi once made.

She remembered that this child was a son of Miao Nu who had taken care of her.

Fang Yuanzhi, who was used to seeing life and death, couldn't help but shed tears.

For the Miao people, these court soldiers are the bad guys who invaded their homeland. They defend this land with their own blood and flesh and blood!
Where is her Junxin?
What about the man who is so passionate and wants to be with her forever?
Did he die here too?

Fang Yuanzhi stumbled around to look around.Fortunately, I didn't find that flamboyant figure in white.

She wants to break through the obstacles that lead to the various mountain paths in the valley and go up the mountain.

"Come back! Those places are poisonous!" Someone grabbed her fiercely.

"These Miao Man are very cunning. We can't go any further today. We must carefully remove all obstacles on the road before we can move on!" A Ming army leader gave an order.

An experienced veteran scolded: "If you want to do meritorious service, you have to die! Look at the stones and wooden fences blocking the way. They look ordinary, but they are all sprinkled with poison. Just touch them a little bit. It will be injured and festered, and the serious one will die on the spot, and the milder one will have rotten hands and feet, and the pain is too great to die!"

As the sun set, the corpses of the Ming soldiers who died in battle were piled up on the pyre, ready to be incinerated on the spot.

Those Miao Man corpses were still left where they were.

Fang Yuanzhi thought for a while, and asked Qingshan to carry Miao Min's body with her.

A veteran stopped her: "Don't move! These Miao Man are very vicious, their corpses are covered with poison!"

Fang Yuanzhi thought for a while, took the fur gloves prepared in advance, and together with Qingshan, carried the corpse of Miao Min to the pyre and set it on fire.

The setting sun was like blood, the smoke filled the air, and the fire licked the corpses and soon engulfed them.

This is the second time Fang Yuanzhi has seen the burning corpses, but the feeling is completely different.

The last time the casualties were due to vendettas, this time it was due to the so-called "rebellion".

The Miao people who lived here for generations were blatantly massacred by court officers and soldiers holding high the banner of justice.

And she had to be an accomplice.

If she had never been in contact with the kind and kind Miao girl, or attended the Lusheng dance of the Miao people, she might not have been so shocked.

The peaks and mountains are like gatherings, the waves are like fury, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road.

Looking west, hesitated.

Sad Qin and Han Scriptures, all the palaces have made earth.

Prosperity, people suffer; death, people suffer.

Fang Yuanzhi's heart was depressed, with an indescribable anger and pain.

why?
Why is this happening?

Why do these poor but happy people who used to sing and dance protect the land where they were born and raised in such a tragic way?

What is the root cause of these?
What she thought of was the insatiable greed of Mao Rong, the general soldier in Guizhou.It was this scum who created the current situation for his own self-interest.

But thinking about it again, I don't think so.Are all the general soldiers so indiscriminately killing and greedy for money?

Could it be that his grandfather Fang Ying was also such an executioner back then?

Fang Yuanzhi couldn't understand.

In the dead of night, the frontline soldiers who were resting outside the valley rested one after another.

Fang Yuanzhi slowly opened his eyes.

She got up silently, carefully crossed the obstacles blocking the entrance to the mountain, and walked quietly on a mountain road.

It wasn't long before she was attacked.

Fang Yuanzhi didn't entangle with the person she was fighting with, she calmly shouted: "I want to see Junxin! Junxin!"

(End of this chapter)