Crossing the famine, the special agent peasant girl blows up one by one

Fu Yicheng was very happy when he heard Su Chengyi say that once the enemy was annihilated, they would no longer have the strength to fight back.

He didn't expect Qu Qiuning's speed to be so fast. In less than half an hour, he wiped out nearly 200,000 enemy troops.

It's so powerful, it's really jaw-dropping.

Last night he rushed back with a team transporting rice and grain. As soon as he entered the military camp, someone came to report that the enemy had launched a surprise attack on a village twenty miles to the east.

Later, someone came to report that the enemy had assembled an army of about 200,000 and was clamoring outside the gate of Feiyue Pass.

Finally, according to the spy's report, there were 80,000 enemy troops 20 miles to the east, and about 100,000 troops outside the gate of Feiyue Pass.

Finally, after discussing with the general, several deputy generals and military advisors, they decided to send 50,000 troops to the east to resist foreign enemies and protect the local people.

Fifty thousand troops remained at Feiyue Pass, guarding the first gate leading to Daqing at all costs.

At daybreak, the Daqing soldiers were on the verge of collapse. If Miss Qu had arrived an hour later.

Then Feiyueguan would be powerless to save the situation, and half of Daqing would end up in someone else's pocket.

Fu Yicheng looked at Qu Qiuning's receding back and smiled with relief.

When Fu Qianling saw his royal brother smiling at Qu Qiuning's back, the resentment in his heart rushed straight to his heart and he felt very uncomfortable.

So he glared at Fu Yicheng, turned away and walked away.

When Qu Qiuning returned to the military camp, the first thing she went to see Song Yanfeng was her worry that something might happen to him.

After all, he had undergone surgery on his chest last night.

Qu Qiuning walked into the yard and went straight into Song Yanfeng's house.

I saw Song Yanfeng lying obediently on the bed, with Qu Xinglan and Yan'er sitting next to him.

Qu Xinglan was holding a bowl and a spoon, and was carefully feeding Song Yanfeng water one spoonful at a time.

Yan'er was holding a handkerchief in her hand. After Qu Xinglan fed him a spoonful of water, Yan'er took the handkerchief and carefully wiped the corners of Song Yanfeng's mouth.

Seeing Qu Qiuning coming back, Qu Xinglan and the others immediately smiled and shouted, "Sister, you're back."

When Song Yanfeng turned around, Qu Qiuning was already beside him.

"Aning, are you okay?" Song Yanfeng looked at Qu Qiuning with concern.

Qu Qiuning raised her lips. Is this guy really concerned about her? She is still seriously injured.

"Well, I'm fine. I'm okay." Qu Qiuning said as he examined Song Yanfeng. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was nothing abnormal.

At this time, An Ye came in and knelt on one knee: "Master, are you okay?"

Song Yanfeng looked at An Ye's worried face and smiled knowingly:

"You can't die, otherwise, who will take care of you guys?"

An Ye and the brothers behind him heard that Song Yanfeng could still tease them, which meant that everything was fine.

So everyone had a smile on their face. After Song Yanfeng was shot by an arrow, everyone was worried about him.

All twenty or so of them had practiced martial arts and trained together with Song Yanfeng since childhood.

Although they are subordinates, they are more like brothers.

Ah Qi wiped away his tears. It was not because he liked to cry, but he really couldn't help it. When he saw his master was shot by an arrow, he wished that the arrow had not pierced his master's chest, but his own.

"Aqi," Song Yanfeng called softly.

"Aqi is here." Ah Qi walked forward and answered on one knee.

"I won't leave you, but you can't leave me either, understand?

I have lost my mother and my home. All I have left are you brothers and Aning.

So, each of you must not leave me, no."

The eyes of Song Yanfeng's subordinates present flushed. This was their master.

"Brother, you still have Xinglan, and Xinglan will always be with you."

"Yes, and Yan'er, Yan'er will accompany you too."

The two little ones kneeling beside Song Yanfeng, with their tender childish voices, made Song Yanfeng feel warm in his heart at this moment.

"It's okay, I'm here."

Qu Qiuning said this casually, and everyone turned their eyes to her.

Yes, the woman in front of me is so magical, so beautiful and so strong.

"Okay, you guys take good care of Feng here, I'll go check on Fatty and the others."

After Qu Qiuning finished speaking, he strode out of the house and headed towards the logistics department of the military camp.

An Ye gave his brothers a look, and they smiled knowingly. In the past, Qu Qiuning always called the master "Young Master", but now he changed his tone to "Feng", which is such an intimate name.

Looking at the smug look on Song Yanfeng's face as he lay on the bed, An Ye and the others couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at? Help me up." Song Yanfeng glared at An Ye.

"No, master, what are you going to do? The girl told you not to move." An Ye said with some embarrassment.

"What else can I do? I need to pee. I'm almost dying of suffocation."

Song Yanfeng said somewhat unnaturally that it was a waste of his wisdom all his life, but he was almost killed by holding his urine.

The corners of An Ye's mouth twitched and he almost laughed out loud.

His master, who was decisive and ruthless, was embarrassed by a splash of urine on him.

Qu Qiuning arrived at the place where the wounded were housed and saw wounded soldiers everywhere, with the smell of blood in the air.

More than a dozen military doctors were so busy that they were dizzy. Pang Ya, Jing Mei, and Jing Xu were all helping. Even Li Xiu'er, with her child on her back, was busying around.

I was busy boiling water, carrying water, and getting gauze, and was sweating profusely.

On the other side, Qu Xiang was holding a wooden pillar and vomiting.

"Hey, girl, I asked you to clean his wound, why haven't you finished it for so long?"

The old military doctor standing aside had a helpless look on his face and had to take a piece of gauze to clean the wound of the wounded soldier himself.

Qu Qiuning walked to the old military doctor, took the gauze from his hand and said:

"I know medicine, so let me do it!"

After Qu Qiuning finished speaking, he opened the first aid kit he brought with him, took out the medicines and suturing tools, and began to treat the wounded soldier's wounds.

The old military doctor standing by saw that what Qu Qiuning was using was very strange, so he stood by silently and watched Qu Qiuning's movements.

The wounded soldier was injured in his arm, with a three-inch long wound with the flesh turned inside out and covered in blood.

Qu Qiuning first cleaned the wound and then injected anesthetic into it.

He took out the tweezers and the bent suture needle and inserted the needle into the wound.

Everyone thought that the wounded soldier would scream in pain, but the wounded soldier remained silent, and stared with wide eyes as Qu Qiuning inserted the needle in and out of the wound.

"Are you in pain?" The old military doctor leaned over and asked the wounded soldier curiously.

"It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt at all."

The old military doctor was stunned. From the tone of the wounded soldier's voice, which was not even trembling, it seemed that he was not enduring it. It could only be that the wounded soldier was not in any pain at all.

Look at Qu Qiuning sewing up the wound with needles. He had tried this treatment method before, but it always ended in failure.

But the girl in front of him now used different tools and sutures than him, and her technique was even more different from his own.

Could it be that all my steps and methods are wrong?

"Miss, can you teach me this suturing method? I just want to treat more wounded soldiers, that's all."