"ah--"

Late at night, the wounded barracks were still brightly lit.

The military doctors went around the tents, checking the wounds with medical records from time to time. The medical soldiers taking care of the injured also tried to reduce the noise as much as possible. In addition to the occasional beeping sound of the bonfire outside the tent, the only sound in the air was the footsteps of the soldiers on night patrol: "Chen Medical Team

Are you there?"

There was a medical soldier outside the tent who poked his head into the tent.

The military doctor whose name was called briefly explained the precautions, and then followed the medical soldier away. She asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

His eyes fell on the cloth belt on the medic's arm, and he immediately recognized which camp the other party belonged to: "Is that female gentleman awake?"

The "female queen" she spoke of was the woman whom the lord personally ordered to take care of. She had a right leg amputated, internal organs were bleeding, and there were multiple fractures all over her body. These injuries could not even be sustained by some strong soldiers, let alone ordinary people.

He is dead. The Lord has put this man in the medical area where she is responsible for treatment, so naturally she cannot take it lightly.

Then the medical soldiers were asked to take extra care and report any problems immediately.

"It's like a nightmare, my body is struggling all the time."

The other wounds were not fatal, and the amputation site had not yet healed smoothly. The medical soldiers tied her to a hospital bed made of simple door panels, and hurried over to find the medical team. When the medical team passed by, the woman had already woken up, and there was no sign of anything.

His bloody face was filled with fear, his spirit was tense, and his whole body was filled with resistance to the surrounding environment.

It wasn't until he saw the medical team coming that his eyes changed a little.

The medical team bent down and asked, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"Why are you tying me up?"

"You have a nightmare. I'm worried that if you struggle too much, the wound will burst." The medical team put the candle closer, and the candlelight dispersed the darkness, making her kind face more gentle and harmless. The medical team could clearly feel the woman's breathing.

All relaxed a little.

The woman was stunned for a moment, trying to digest the information.

When the medical team mentioned the word "nightmare", she couldn't help but think of that chaotic, terrifying and weird nightmare.

She dreamed that she was still among the crowd of refugees, and there were countless pairs of dark hands behind her pushing her, dragging her, and fiddling with her... Continuous pressure squeezed her body from all directions, and the internal organs under the skin were also rubbed by black hands.

Still...she couldn't escape, couldn't move her hands and feet, and was caught in the middle of the crowd like a puppet, passively floating forward. In front of her field of vision——

Countless human figures with lifeless faces.

Looking closely, she broke into a cold sweat.

They were clearly corpses squeezed together!

The strong stimulation made her open her eyes.

The severe pain in her body was not worth the fear of being in a strange environment - she didn't know whether to be grateful that she was still alive or despair that she was still alive. The fear that had climbed to the top quietly slipped away a little when she saw the strange woman.

.

The noisy heart finally stopped hurting so much.

She wanted to ask who these people were, but she timidly held back.

Seeing that her mood was relatively stable, the medical team gave her a comprehensive examination and found that there were no major problems. They also did not forget to relay the Lord's instructions before leaving: "My Lord said that she cut off your legs to save your life, but don't worry.

, the disability is only temporary. When your energy and blood are almost nourished, your legs can still grow..."

"Princess?"

The medical team explained: "It's my lord."

The woman pursed her chapped lips. Her timidity and fear once overwhelmed the pain of the wound, but now she realized that she really couldn't feel her right leg. Thinking of the chaos before coma, she said happily: "Master Bing meant that the thief was killed."

Repulsed?"

Lord, should refer to the general.

The news gave her a long sigh of relief.

Subconsciously ignore the possibility of being rescued.

After careful calculation, the possibility of her being rescued is extremely low. To put it nicely, she is a performer raised by the army, and her main task is to perform dance music for the generals at the celebration banquet. To put it worse, she is a prostitute. But she is better than the others.

Women have better luck.

Because her mother gave her a pretty outstanding appearance, she could even be called "stunning" even in a remote village. This means that she doesn't have to deal with more than a dozen soldiers every day like others, she only needs to serve her well.

If one of the few generals is willing to take her home, or reward her as a concubine, her difficult life will be over.

However, the most likely possibility is that one day he will contract an illness and die, or one day he will grow old and become senile and be rejected. The status of the man he serves will gradually decline, and he will finally be reduced to a small house serving a soldier...

She is no longer new. The most favorable evidence is that the general has not looked for her for more than half a year. Fortunately, the general still has some use for her. Remember her and let her entertain the royal envoys.

Then, she suddenly turned pale.

I remembered that I had lost my right leg.

Will the general let her go free because of his good deeds over the years? Or will he despise her for being incomplete and leave her to the soldiers?

The thought of such a future made her tremble with fear.

She was so caught up in fear that she didn't notice the slightly stiff and weird expressions of the two medical team members. The medical team smiled and said, "Ah, yes, they have been repelled. You can just rest and recover. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

The woman nodded obediently.

Unlike other disabled patients who wake up and make a fuss.

Her quiet and cooperative demeanor could even be called humble. She didn't say anything when she was hungry or thirsty, and she even suppressed internal anxieties until she passed out and alerted the medical team. The medical team was not surprised and quickly packed up and put on a clean mattress. After one day, she was not only in good condition.

It gets better and worse.

The medical team in the daytime is still kind and kind: "My wife is not good at walking. If you have any emergency, you can ask the medical team for help. There is no need to worry."

The woman asked her in a low voice: "...are you still dreaming?"

The medical team replied: "This is not a dream."

The panic of just waking up dissipated, the woman regained some sense, and found that something was wrong. The biggest problem was not that precious medicinal materials were used on a useless person like herself, nor was it that there were strangers lying in the hospital bed next to her, but the name the medical team called her.

She actually called herself a queen?

Once this flaw is discovered, more flaws are about to emerge.

The wounded in the camp were male and female, old and young, and most were disabled. They looked like common people rather than soldiers. Even for soldiers in the army, such degree of disability had been cleared away early. Save a disabled person.

The cost is much higher than killing the cripple.

She has been in the army for two or three years.

Of course we understand the cruelty here.

Why are there so many disabled people lying in the tent?

The garrison sergeants she knew couldn't do such a thing. She didn't dare to ask, so she could only keep her doubts in her heart.

unless--

"The thief was really repelled?"

The medical team euphemistically said: "The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit. If the loser is the bandit... the bandit has indeed been repulsed."

woman:"……"

Her eyes suddenly opened wide.

Because the envoy used a vicious delaying strategy, he first deliberately encouraged the expulsion of refugees, causing a large-scale stampede, and then ordered catapults to destroy the buildings in the city. All these caused great trouble to Shen Tang. After a day of reckoning, the casualties of the common people were far higher than expected.

"Have you caught that dead eunuch?"

Ling Chi in public was not enough to calm her anger.

However, this man ran very fast, and the scouts sent out found nothing.

"Who has the quickest hand to kill?"

Just as Shen Tang was gritting his teeth, news came from outside that the emissary's body had been found. It was disgusting to use innocent civilians as a shield. Shen Tang had been fighting for many years, and he had never hated a person so much. His level of disgust even exceeded that of Huang Lie back then.

"Well, judging from the residual martial energy, it was the Lord who killed him."

"...I killed him?"

Shen Tang's anger suddenly stopped.

Then he asked: "When did I kill him?"

Shen Tang pulled away the white cloth covering the corpse, and what came into view was a corpse covered with corpse spots. The head was in a miserable state, and in addition to the pungent corpse smell, there was also a bit of a burnt smell. She thought carefully for three seconds, and vaguely remembered that she was walking along the road. Killed someone who blocked the road.

She asked uncertainly: "Is it really him?"

"I asked someone to identify me. The eunuch was indeed wearing the same outfit that day. To verify his identity, I even checked his lower body. It was him."

Shen Tang held up his sleeves and glanced at the body with a frown.

"How do you find someone?"

The scouts dug into the battlefield and found no one.

Gu De said: "When the corpses are burned together."
To be continued...