late at night.

In the deep night, the mountains in the distance are shadowy.

The cold night wind blew through the entire Honghua Camp.

Not far away, Canglin Fairy City was still brightly lit at night. The orange light and the faint laughter and music floating in the wind made the military camp even more lonely and lonely.

The wounded soldiers were gathered together.

Mulan patrolled at night and walked to the area where wounded soldiers gathered, with an angry look on his face.

Her consciousness noticed that many wounded soldiers were laying on the ground at night, shivering from the cold. Some were huddled in a ball, while others were moaning in their sleep.

"What's going on? Why don't you activate the magic circle to make the tent warmer?!" Mulan glared around, used his spiritual consciousness to send messages, and scolded his subordinates.

The subordinate quickly reported: "Sir General, our army's spiritual stones are not enough. We must reduce what should be reduced."

"I reported it to you before, this is your order."

Mulan's expression froze.

She quickly recalled that during the day, she was dealing with military affairs and worried about bottoming out military expenditures.

The subordinate did come to report to her. What she thought at the time was: "We cannot lack the pension for the fallen soldiers. We must save as much as possible!"

Ensuring the warmth in the tent is indeed something that can be reduced in Mullan's opinion.

Military expenses are so tight that even if the spiritual stones spent in one night are only a few hundred, Mulan must pay every dollar.

Mulan fell silent.

Now she was asked to give an order to fill the spirit stones and raise the temperature, but she still couldn't give the order.

Military spending is really tight!

In silence, Mulan opened the door curtain and entered the tent.

The pungent smell hit my face.

Bloody air, poisonous air, typhoid air -

Most of the wounded soldiers were lying on the ground, sleeping on their bunks.

There were only more than twenty stretchers with seriously injured people lying on them.

Some of the wounded were in so much pain that they were half asleep.

Zhang Chongyi is still treating the wounded.

He half-knelt beside a stretcher, took out the mud from the clay pot with his hands, and applied it to the wounds of the wounded.

From time to time, he activated his exercises to deliver medicine to the wounded.

Seeing Mulan, Zhang Chongyi only gave him a police look and continued his treatment.

On the other hand, the seriously wounded man on the stretcher struggled to get up and salute after discovering Mulan.

Mulan came to him, stretched out his hand to hold him down, and said with an iron expression: "Lie down and receive treatment."

"General!" the wounded man choked.

"When you are healed, we will kill the enemy together." Mulan encouraged.

"Yes, General!" The wounded man became excited, rolled his eyes, and fainted on the spot.

Mulan:————

Zhang Chongyi sighed and waved to Mulan repeatedly.

Mulan walked out of the camp with a heavy heart.

A moment later, in the general's tent, Zhang Chongyi dragged his exhausted body and reported to Mulan: "The situation is very bad."

"We have too few doctors. Even if I work from dawn to dusk to treat them, I still can't treat so many wounded people."

"The conditions in the military camp are very bad. Even the temperature cannot be guaranteed."

"With a few more cold nights like this, I'm afraid many seriously injured people will lose their lives."

Mulan said solemnly: "We must do everything possible to cure them."

Zhang Chongyi frowned: "Has the situation reached such a bad level? How much military spending is there?"

Zhang Chongyi knew very well that Mulan was by no means a stingy person and would never deduct military expenses.

Mulan forced a smile: "Uncle Zhang, although the military expenditure is small, there are still some guarantees. You have worked hard for three days and three nights. What are the thoughts and emotions of the wounded?"

Zhang Chongyi said: "Most of the wounded are veterans in the army. They have no resentment and only care about defeat."

"These are the real wealth of your superior general's residence."

"They are all a group of elite soldiers, good soldiers. It would be a pity if they died of illness in the military camp because of insufficient military spending and insufficient treatment."

"If it really doesn't work—."

Having said this, Zhang Chongyi took out a magic weapon and handed it to Mulan.

"Why don't you pawn this treasure in exchange for military expenses?" Zhang Chongyi said.

Mulan was moved: "Uncle Zhang, this is your magic weapon at the bottom of the box. How can you exchange it for money?"

"Uncle Zhang, you took refuge in our army and funded almost all of your wealth. If you are still asked to pawn my magic weapon now, how can I have the face to retaliate to my father?"

"Don't mention this matter!"

Mulan immediately refused.

Zhang Chongyi smiled bitterly: "I am no longer Nascent Soul. I dropped the golden elixir on the spot, and my natal magic weapon was also implicated. It is a defective product."

"If you put it on me, it won't have any effect."

Mulan's eyes were sharp: "This is absolutely impossible! If it is pawned, it will undoubtedly expose the weakness of our army to the public. Not only will it be a heavy blow to our morale, but it will also cause enemies to swarm towards us."

"Nowadays, many wounded soldiers are barely supported by the strength of the military. A sharp drop in morale will inevitably weaken the military strength. Many of the wounded will be implicated, and the minor injuries will turn into serious injuries, and the seriously injured will lose their lives."

"Uncle Zhang, although our army has withdrawn from the battlefield, the situation is still dangerous."

Zhang Chongyi was speechless. After a moment, he nodded slowly and said in a hoarse voice: "That's true. I didn't think carefully."

General Mu's mansion has become the target of many civil and military officials in the court.

This time, Mulan was forced to join the army in place of his father, and it was because of their actions.

Once the Red Flower Camp reveals its weakness, just like the blood flowing out of the wounds of prey, sharks will inevitably be attracted to it.

Zhang Chongyi: "If we insist on holding on, can we hold on?"

Mulan said confidently: "Of course. Tomorrow is the day when military rations are distributed. With this batch of supplies, our life will be much easier and we can relax."

"Uncle Zhang, I have been taught carefully by my father since I was a child. Don't worry, I understand everything."

Zhang Chongyi exhaled a breath and his expression became much more relaxed: "That's good, that's good."

When he left, Mulan frowned, her confident eyes dissipated, revealing hesitation and sadness.

As the leader of an army, she must maintain confidence and maintain a strong image at all times. If the general sighs and frowns,

Can morale be expected to be maintained?

Ever since the ambush ended, tremendous pressure has been hanging over Mulan's heart.

She is a tiger girl who always has a clear judgment on her own situation.

By the candlelight in front of the desk, Mulan continued to deal with military affairs.

She has to calculate every account carefully and find ways to save money in every aspect.

The gap in the accounts was so big that Mulan did not dare to hand over the accounts to the quartermaster for processing.

Mulan calculated for a long time, looking at the accounts, he felt as if he was falling into an abyss.

"Waiting for tomorrow, I will receive military rations and a small amount of spiritual stones tomorrow, which will at least improve the food of the soldiers and maintain it for a while. Mulan sighed bitterly in his heart.

Zhang Chongyi didn't sleep a wink for three days and three nights in a row. She did the same, constantly patrolling the military camp, condolences to the soldiers, and settling accounts.

Settling accounts is not something she is good at, nor is it her hobby.

She is more willing to gallop on the battlefield and kill enemy chiefs with arrows!

But there was no way, the cruel and cold reality forced her to do this.

Feeling sleepy, the exhausted Mulan lay down on the desk and fell asleep.

In a daze, she dreamed of her childhood,

General Mu returned to camp in victory.

"Dad!" The child Mulan had already been guarding the gate. When he saw his father, he shouted in joy, ran all the way, and then couldn't wait to throw himself into the arms of old general Mu.

"Hey, hey, slow down, slow down." Old General Mu couldn't shout, so he could only kneel on the ground, helplessly opened his arms, and tried his best to catch little Mulan as gently as possible.

"I haven't taken off my armor yet. Did it hurt you?" Old General Mu asked distressedly.

He just heard a bang, it was Mulan's forehead hitting his breastplate.

Mulan raised his head and looked up at his father, his eyes full of admiration and admiration: "Dad."

As soon as she opened her mouth, her attention was attracted by a flower.

"What is this?" Mulan pointed at General Mu's shoulder armor, "Dad, you have flowers on your shoulders."

General Mu turned his head and looked at his left shoulder. Sure enough, he saw a bright red flower bud, rooted in the gap between the shoulder armor, swaying gently in the breeze.

Old General Mu stretched out his hand, folded it off, and handed it to Mulan: "This is the Blood Spirit Flower."

"This kind of flower only grows and blooms in battlefields."

"The more intense the war, the more serious the casualties, the more Blood Spirit Flowers sprout and the brighter the color."

Mulan was very happy: "This flower is so beautiful, I want to feed it well."

She cherishes the gifts her father gave her like treasures.

Unexpectedly, Old General Mu had a serious face: "Nonsense!"

"The Blood Spirit Flower is not an ordinary flower and cannot be kept alive."

"It grows quickly and dies quickly."

"It is a red flower watered with blood and life, and it is also the origin of the name of our Mu family's Red Flower Camp."

"You have to respect it, respect every war."

"Mu Lan, you are the only heir to the General's Mansion, you must understand the importance of the Blood Spirit Flower!"

"It is not a child's play, and war is not a game. In every war, there will be casualties and sacrifices. You will become the commander of the Red Flower Camp in the future. Remember, do your best to reduce the sacrifices of our army and use the blood of the enemy to irrigate the blood spirit.

flower!"

Mulan raised her little face, full of earnestness and solemnity. She said loudly: "Dad, I remember it!"

"General, general, wake up!" his subordinate reported urgently, waking up the sleeping Mulan.

She looked up and saw that the sun had already penetrated the tent through the opened door curtain.

When she saw the anxious look on her subordinate's face, she couldn't help but feel a strong bad feeling in her heart.

"What happened?" Mulan asked in a deep voice.

The subordinate said: "We went to collect military rations, but the Immortal City said that there were some procedures that had not been completed. We need to complete the procedures before we can release the rations."

"We asked, it's what Lord Supervisor meant!"

"What?!" When Mulan heard this, his eyesight went dark.

The thing I was most worried about has happened!

This military ration is life-saving food for the current Honghua Camp.

"Zhao Xi!" Mulan was furious. He immediately prepared his armor, put on a bright red cloak, and shouted to a group of subordinates, "Let's go,
Chapter completed!