Mysterious emperor's little wild concubine

"Didn't you say that emperor Yanqing was unconscious?" The prince of the West turned to ask the people around him.

"I don't know. I really got it last time." The people next to him were also very confused. The arrow of last time hit the shoulder of emperor Yanqing.

Moreover, Emperor Yan did not come out for several days.

The poison master in the palace clearly said that the poison was very troublesome. Although it would not cause death, it is very difficult to cure the battlefield environment.

"You are all rubbish!" The prince of the West was angry, and the emperor Yanqing didn't faint, which made the war more difficult.

But it doesn't matter. Even so, there is not enough food in the East. It can't support the rescue troops from the north.

"Today, I will let you know what is the cruelty of war!" The prince of the West began to clamor.

Emperor Yanqing took a look at him. For this kind of character, he wrote all his tricks on the surface. I'll appreciate the cruelty of war later.

The war started and the horn blew.

……

Muyun'an studies poisons in the camp, but the people in the West are still too arrogant. She wants to find a time to sneak in and put these poisons into their food or drinking water.

Let them also feel what is called despair.

Zhuqing came in, "Mr. mu... Many wounded soldiers on the battlefield have been brought back."

There will always be casualties on the battlefield. Muyun'an knows that, but when he really touches it, he still feels cool behind.

"Well, I see." Walking out of the camp, I happened to see a wounded soldier being carried back.

The legs are already bloody, with dust and mud on them. The young cheeks are covered with sweat. In this way, the eyes are still open.

"To the back." Mu yun'an followed, and his momentum burst out.

Emperor Yanqing killed the enemy in the front line to defend the territory. She could heal the wounded in the rear and be the most solid support in the rear.

Zhu Qing looks at mu yun'an's busy back and sighs. What a good person you are. You are good-looking and capable. The key is that your master likes you very much.

It's just a pity. How can you be a boy?

Too perfect people, there will always be a little defect.

Mu yun'an looked at the wounded on the stretcher, regardless of his bloody face, "you will be OK, believe me."

The wounded man did not speak because he was too weak to speak.

Muyun an half kneels down, takes out the basic dressing supplies and medicine, and starts to treat the wound for him.

What's important is that his leg can't see its original shape. According to her experience, it's basically not.

Definitely amputated.

Muyun'an cut the trousers glued to the flesh and blood, the blood was still coming out, and the wounded seemed to have no pain.

"You..." Mu Yun An can't bear to look into his eyes and bite his teeth, "I will let you live."

It's better to live without one leg than to die like this.

Think about the relatives behind you, as long as you live, there will always be a way.

Mu yun'an decisively took out the silver needle and stopped bleeding for his leg first, then cut the smashed part directly below.

"Ah --" from the past to now, the wounded screamed in silence, heartbreaking.

"Bear with it." At this time, any comfort seems so pale, muyun'an can only do his best to cure them.

The other doctors looked at mu yun'an's decisive appearance, and admired him. He was so young that he had this kind of heart. It was not simple. He was worthy of being the person around the prince.

The number of wounded is increasing.

Muyun'an is busy, but also in good order. The wounded in her hand, if there is no accident, should not die.

But the battlefield environment is changing so fast that no one can be sure.

"Hold on, you'll be OK." This sentence, Mu Yun An does not know how many times he has said.

Now the wounded man in her hand looks about his age. At most, she is 15 years old.

Fortunately, the injury is not very serious, there will be no lack of arms or legs.

"Are you a doctor? You look small." The little wounded man asked her.

"Well." Mu Yun An's voice just can't cover up the fact that he is young, "why did you join the army to come to the front line?"

This age should be the age of going to school and hiding in the arms of parents.

How could he come to the battlefield? How worried his parents should be.

"My father is a soldier... It's not that he died. I came to find him." The little wounded man suddenly laughed when he talked about his father.

Bright smile, and was shrouded in pain and death, is so out of place.

"I can feel it. He's on the battlefield." The little wounded man raised his head. His father was here to defend his homeland, so he came too.

Mu yun'an felt that his heart was suddenly hit by something, a little painful.

This is war.

……

At night, the eastern army returned triumphantly.

Emperor Yanqing was surrounded by people, and the soldiers and generals were cheering. This was a successful battle, and the West was defeated.

For the first time in a long time.

Although the two cities have not yet been recovered, this kind of morale is still there, and it should be ready soon.

Tonight is a night of celebration.

Taking advantage of the bonfire, muyun'an bandaged the wound of the wounded, "you have a good rest tomorrow, and take good care of yourself during this time."

On the battlefield, you can't get down to the battlefield with minor injuries.

The wounded nodded and heard the voice from outside, "the prince has returned triumphantly!"

"Yes, your injuries are not in vain, and your studies are not in vain. We will certainly defend our country!" Mu yun'an nodded heavily, and the wounded were almost dealt with.

The rest can be handed over to the doctors.