Chapter 602

Do you have preserves?

Everyone was stunned.

Ren thought about thousands of kinds, and didn't expect this woman to say such a sentence.

This is on the battlefield.

Why are there women on the battlefield? Why do women come to the front? Why come to this dangerous place?

Why do you carry preserves with you?

Why invite people to eat preserves in the first sentence?

Countless questions flickered in the minds of these soldiers, unable to find answers.

There are too many accidents today.

Everyone doesn't know how to react.

The spring breeze brushed my face, and the faint aroma dispelled the blood gas Lingering between my nose and breath. I don't know whether it was the woman's fragrance or the sweet aroma of candied fruit in my hand.

Cheng Guogong looked at the girl standing in front of him, smiled and loosened his hand holding the big knife.

The big knife fell on the ground in a piece of blood, which made it even colder.

Cheng Guogong was a little unstable because he lost his support. The deputy general behind him helped him.

Duke Cheng held out his hand and stopped again.

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

His hands are covered with blood. Some others have their own.

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

Miss Jun said, reaching out to open the candied fruit, put it on the palm of Cheng Guogong's hand, and looked at him with a smile.

The little girl's eyes are as soft and bright as spring water.

Although I don't know who she is, the girl who can appear on this bloody battlefield will not really be a charming little girl.

There was tension on her face, but she was nervous not because she was on the battlefield, nor because Cheng Guogong was badly injured, but because of this candied fruit.

Nervous whether he eats or not, nervous is not delicious.

It seems that this is the only important thing.

Cheng Guogong smiled again. Holding the open preserves in his palm, he sent them to his bloody mouth and ate them in one bite.

He chewed seriously, and his gentle face wrinkled slightly.

Miss Jun was a little nervous.

"A little sour." Cheng Guogong said with a smile, "it's delicious. Thank you."

Miss Jun's face burst into laughter, like spring flowers in full bloom.

The people around were also inexplicably relieved. It seemed that they had solved the great difficulty, and many people laughed inexplicably.

"The fruit here is not good. It's not delicious." Miss Jun said, looking slightly disappointed.

It can't compare with the candied fruit in the palace.

This little girl doesn't have a brain problem, does she? The generals on one side finally recovered and looked strange.

Is candied fruit something we're talking about now?

"Grandpa, your injury..." a general choked, knelt down on one knee and looked at Cheng Guogong anxiously.

"My Lord, your injury."

Other generals also reacted and gathered around and shouted, reminding the little girl of when it is and what the situation is in front of her.

Speaking of the situation, Cheng Guogong was really badly hurt.

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

Although his face was calm, he had no blood color. There were big beads of sweat rolling out on his forehead. Just then, his hand holding the long knife was shaking slightly in front of him, and his body began to shake.

It turned out that holding the long knife just now was not to support sitting, but to restrain the pain.

The pain is obviously extreme.

Although Cheng Guogong suffered many injuries, there was only one key cause of the extreme pain.

That's the gun on his chest.

It's too hurt! I'm afraid

The officers and soldiers suddenly became more sad, and many fell to their knees and wept.

"No harm, no harm."

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

Okay? Happy?

That's it! Is this girl

The generals turned their heads angrily.

"You are Shun'an army. Is Mao Shun coming?" A general held his temper and shouted

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

The general naturally knew which route army it was, although there was also a military flag he didn't recognize.

Mao Shun is the general of Shun'an army. As a powerful general of Cheng Guogong, he naturally deals with generals of the same level.

These people should not be high-level generals, because he doesn't recognize them.

However, the general manager must be in charge of the attack so far.

But why not see the General Mao Shuncai? Still in battle? Or attack the Golden Army camp?

The general thought flashed and ignored it first.

"Is the doctor still in the army?" He hurried again.

Their doctor had been killed by an arrow under the previous golden soldiers' attack.

Li Guorui nodded busily.

"There are doctors, there are doctors." He said.

Instead of shouting for the doctor as the generals imagined, he stood aside again.

"Miss Jun, please." He said respectfully.

Again

The generals looked stiff and wanted to say something. Seeing that the girl had reached out, a man standing behind her immediately handed a medicine box.

What a doctor.

The generals looked a little slower. They turned out to be a doctor. They can follow the army.

Just can this woman?

Not to mention that women practice medicine less, the doctors in the army are also different from those in the people. They see more war injuries, which is bloody and inconvenient for women.

Miss Jun was already short and began to treat the wound before Cheng Guogong.

Seeing her skillful movements and no woman's shyness and timidity, the generals were a little relieved that it seemed common to be wounded by knife and gun.

However, two generals stood beside Li Guorui and several other men.

"The Duke of the kingdom was badly hurt. Do you have any other doctors?" One of the generals surong whispered.

Li Guorui smiled.

"Lord Wu, you don't have to find another doctor." He said, "if Miss Jun can't be cured, no doctor can cure it."

Why? So loud? The general frowned.

"Because she is Miss Jun." Li Guorui said, as excited as when he first heard, "Miss Jun of jiulingtang is known as Miss Jun who specializes in treating difficult and miscellaneous diseases and can make vaccinia."

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

Wounded soldiers are a terrible consumption for a military camp, but on the other hand, soldiers who have survived a hundred battles are a terrible force for a military camp. Therefore, along the way, soldiers have survived the war and have more combat experience. Today's Shun'an army is much more powerful and majestic than before.

These generals have heard of Miss Jun's fame. I don't know anything else. Vaccination must be known. After all, most families have wives and children.

The doctor who can make vaccinia to save children and the plague of vaccinia is, of course, a miracle doctor.

When the generals heard this sentence, they had no doubt and suddenly realized it.

No wonder this woman can follow the army, and these people are very respected. It turns out that she is a miracle doctor.

"Miss Jun, the injury of the Lord..." We can't help asking.

Miss Jun has treated other wounds of Duke Cheng, and now she is holding the gun head on her chest.

Naturally, the gun head 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 took the initiative to say.

Before the voice fell, he saw the woman pull out her hand and throw it hard. Cheng Guogong snorted stiffly, leaned forward, and the blood splashed instantaneously. The gun head originally inserted in the chest was pulled out by the woman, thrown back, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

The people around were suddenly sprayed with blood all over their faces and blurted out a cry of surprise.

Duke Cheng gave a dull hum, and the man fell back and fainted directly.

There was a stagnation all around.

The generals finally reacted and looked at Cheng Guogong, whose face was as motionless as gold paper and whose chest was still bleeding suddenly, almost fainted.

what the hell!

This woman's hands are too fierce, too cruel? Can this wound be treated like this?

"You! You!" A deputy general shouted angrily.

Miss Jun has wrapped a wound soaked with thick medicine juice around Cheng Guogong's wound.

"How can this stop..." the general continued.

Before the voice fell, Li Guorui coughed softly.

"Stop." He whispered a reminder.

The general was stunned and looked at the blood on Cheng Guogong's chest. As expected, it was no longer gushing.

"But, but..." what did he say again? Miss Jun had put a pill into the mouth of Duke Cheng and rubbed it to make him swallow it. At the same time, several gold needles pierced Duke Cheng's head.

With a faint sigh, Duke Cheng opened his eyes. Although his face was still like gold paper, his eyes were not lax.

"It's sharp, very good." He moved his lips and said, "thank you."

Although his voice was weak and inaudible, he enunciated clearly and was clearly conscious.

Miss Jun looked at him and smiled. With a little shyness, she seemed embarrassed to be praised and thanked.

It doesn't hurt others. Lei Zhonglian's eyebrows jumped when she looked back.

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

"The injury of the Lord..." the other generals asked carefully.

I'm afraid the woman will make another terrible move.

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

"It's all right for the time being, but there can be no further delay." She said, "get out of here as soon as possible and go to a safe place."

This is normal. The generals were relieved that they were afraid of the girl's normal behavior after she appeared.

"Where's Mao Shuncai?" The general asked again, "who is the commander of your current battalion?"

His eyes swept through the people, and then saw Li Guorui and other men take another step back.

No

Is it

The general's eyebrows jumped.

"Deploy and withdraw troops and call the three battalions of history back." A soft female voice sounded behind him.