Flourishing age's Medical concubine

Just when general Anyuan wanted to order the archers to release their arrows again, the two men had disappeared in front of him.

"Damn it!"

Wei Junmo is hard to find in the uniform black clothes of Xia soldiers, but Nangong Mo in blue is much easier to find. General Anyuan looked at Nangong Mo who had fallen into the crowd and sneered, "is there no one in summer? Even women went to the battlefield! Kill her!"

Then he took his knife and clapped his horse and rushed over. Nangong Mo used his lightness skills to move freely in the chaotic army. He solved a Beiyuan soldier from time to time. Seeing a group of Beiyuan soldiers surround her under the command of general Anyuan. Nangong Mo smiled at the Anyuan general who rushed with his horse, and gently stood up on the long gun stabbed by a soldier. General Anyuan was stunned and saw a flash of dark shadow in front of him. Wei Junmo, who didn't know where he had gone before, suddenly appeared in front of him. Nangong Mo has turned and swept towards the deputy general who wants to rush over.

The battlefield seemed silent for a moment, but when I listened carefully, I found that it was still killing the sky. The people standing on the far door upstairs only saw that at almost the same time, Wei Junmo's long sword crossed the neck of general Anyuan, while Nangong Mo passed by the vice general who came at a gallop, and the vice general fell to the ground.

"The general is dead!" I don't know who called, and the cavalry of Beiyuan were in a mess. The sound of Ming Jin rang, and the soldiers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty retreated like a tide, leaving only corpses all over the ground and the stunned Daxia garrison.

Nangong Mo floated to the ground, looked back at the body just falling off the horse behind him, and raised his eyebrows. A thin blood mark on the neck of the body was slowly opening. Looking back not far behind, Wei Junmo walked towards himself with a long sword. A wisp of blood dripping down the long sword to the ground.

"We have won!" cheers burst out on the battlefield.

"Flawless, is there any injury?" Wei Junmo pulled Nangong Mo's hand and asked softly.

Nangong Mo smiled faintly and said, "it's all right. I didn't expect it to be so easy."

"It's just a surprise. Besides... It's just an Anyuan general." Wei Jun Mo Hun doesn't care. General Anyuan is just a military general from the third grade in Beiyuan. He is not a big man. But for Wei Junmo, who is only a hundred households now, this is a great credit.

"We won!" in the cheers of the crowd, all the soldiers under Wei Junmo crowded over. Looking at the two corpses on the ground, Peng Xin said in a sour way: "hundreds of households are going to rise to thousands of households?"

Sure enough, people die than people, and goods throw away than goods. How long have you been here, but even if you give them ten years, they may not get so much credit.

Nangong Mo smiled calmly, picked his eyebrows and said, "Peng zongqi, are you okay?"

"Ah?" Peng Xin looked blankly, and Nangong Mo pointed behind him. "Don't worry about your injury? Be careful on the battlefield."

Peng Xin remembered that this... Seemed to have saved his life just now. Although it was hard to say that he was saved by a woman, Peng Xin was still an open and aboveboard man, so he had to come forward and solemnly thank Nangong mo. Nangong Mo didn't care. He raised his hand and threw a small medicine bottle and said, "this is the medicine for injury. Whoever can use it. Go and help those injured brothers if you have nothing."

Peng Xin hesitated to look at Wei Junmo. Wei Junmo looked at him indifferently, "don't you go yet?"

"Yes! Subordinates leave!" Peng Xin gritted his teeth, waved his sleeve and walked away. He understood that he could not afford to offend either of them.

The battlefield was bloody and the soldiers had begun to clean it. The dead bodies are carried away, or the wounded are carried back for treatment. There are also a few Beiyuan people who were injured and didn't have time to be beaten away. In addition to some violent suicides, these people also want to be saved, just behind the injuries in summer. People captured on the battlefield are generally not killed unless ordered by the people above. Later, they can exchange prisoners of war or money for things with the enemy, or they can work directly as slaves.

Nangong Mo looked around at the wounded soldiers who were carried away, turned to Wei Junmo and said, "I'll help."

Wei Junmo pulled her, "I'll go with you."

"Alas?" Nangong Mo raised his eyebrows, and Wei Junmo said calmly, "I have nothing to do now." he is just a hundred families. Even if he wants to discuss military information or discuss anything else, he can't worry about it. Nangong Mo understood and smiled, "let's go together."

None of the 100 men and horses under Wei Junmo died in the war because of the great display of the divine power of young master Wei. Only a few people were slightly injured, one slightly more seriously, but it was still good. Both of them had finished the treatment in the past. Ding Xiaotie followed Nangong Mo for some days. Although he had not learned any medical skills, he knew the general hemostatic drugs and knew how to bandage the wound. The injuries of these people have been handled very well. Seeing the two people coming, Ding Xiaotie ran over with bright eyes, "madam, I killed a Beiyuan man!"

Nangong Mo stretched out his hand and patted his forehead. He said with a light smile, "Oh, dare to kill people on the battlefield for the first time? That's good."

Being praised by his wife, Ding Xiaotie immediately smiled and narrowed his eyes. However, there was no fear and uneasiness of going to the battle to kill the enemy for the first time. Nangong Mo smiled to himself. The child was young and had a big heart. He didn't want to think too much. He didn't have to worry about turning the horn.

"Mrs. Wei..." a hasty voice sounded. They looked back and saw a man who looked familiar running quickly towards Nangong mo. Wei Junmo frowned and stepped forward to stop Nangong Mo, "Yan Baihu." this is really the Yan Baihu Nangong Mo met last time. This guard station is next to their guard station. They usually meet each other. It's just that people can't recognize the blood and embarrassment.

"Mrs. Wei, I heard... Stop. You can do medicine?" Yan Baihu asked anxiously.

Nangong Mo nodded slightly, "I know a little, but someone is hurt?"

Yan Baihu nodded and said, "one of my little flags was injured by an arrow. The doctor said the injury was not local. I'm afraid it was... Please go and have a look."

"Please lead the way by Yan Baihu." Nangong Mo said.

"Thank you, Mrs. Wei." Yan Baihu said gratefully. There are not many doctors in the army. Low-level soldiers like them have suffered so much. Even if the doctor can't cure them at a glance. No one would really bother trying to save people. Yan Baihu couldn't help it. He remembered that Mrs. Wei knew medicine, so he had to treat a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Yan Baihu said that the talent was only in his early twenties. The young face was full of dirty blood. The whole person had fallen into a coma. A feather arrow pierced directly from the position of the heart. It can still hold up until now. It can be seen that this man has a strong will.