Crossing the grassland, the rough general, please set me free

This time Yan Lie did not stay long and left before dawn.

Lin Shu was reluctant to let him go, and didn't want him to be distracted, so he pretended to be relaxed and sent him out of the tent.

Since Yan Lie was not around, she barely rested for a while and then took Dunzhu to study the wool loom together.

Thinking that in the future, when the skills of the Bahrain tribe mature, they will have another skill to make a living.

Why don’t you have too many skills?

. . . . . . .

Coalition camp.

Bumtai was lying on the felt couch with his bare chest and thick gauze wrapped around his body.

Natu'a was waiting on the side.

"Prince, it's time to take your medicine."

Bumtai frowned and glanced at the medicine bowl, then raised his hand and knocked it over.

"How is the situation now?"

Natu'a hesitated and said softly, "We lost nearly half our men."

"Half of the people? Haha, good. I really underestimated him. How's the investigation going on with me asking you to investigate? Where did these things come from?"

"This... um... I heard it was made by Miss Lin."

Bumutai was stunned, then burst into laughter. "Haha, it's her. I didn't expect she could come up with these things."

Thinking back to the last time I saw that washing machine, I thought she was just playing with it for fun, but I didn't expect she had this ability.

His previous feeling was indeed correct. A woman like this should stay with him.

"Natuah, can you please do something quickly?"

. . . . . . . . .

The former site of the Bahrain tribe.

"Yan Lie, you want to attack the coalition camp? You have to know that it's their territory. Will there be any problems?"

Hu Qitu asked.

Yan Lie looked at everyone,

"I understand your concerns, but have you ever considered that they once plundered our land in the same way? So many years have passed, and the land we once owned is no longer what it once was. So why don't we all move to another location? The coalition camp's location is rich in grass and water, and the distance between us is not far, so we can all look after each other in the future."

"You mean we should migrate?" said a small tribe leader below.

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Are you really willing to live in such poverty? You saw it yesterday. We were far outnumbered, but we still drove them away. From now on, as long as we unite and work together, we will no longer be bullied. Of course, if you don't want to, that's fine too. I understand that you have contributed to helping our Barin tribe regain our land this time, and the things I promised you will be sent to your tribes later."

There was a lot of whispering below.

After a long while, Huqitu said,

"Yan Lie, migration is a big deal. They also need to go back and discuss it with their tribesmen."

Yan Lie nodded. Balin Khan had given him the key to the treasury when he was seriously ill. Otherwise, how could there be so many things to support the war.

He didn't even tell Shu'er about this. After all, it was not his own wealth, and he would hand it over to the next Khan when he left.

At this moment, someone said, "I agree."

Yan Lie looked and saw that it was the leader of the Zhelun tribe.

The one continued,

"The terrain of our Zhelun tribe is the worst among all of you here. If it weren't for Chaha Khan's help, many of our people wouldn't survive the cold winter. Rather than let this happen, we might as well give it a try. What could be worse than the current situation?"

When one person stands up, a second person will stand up.

When there are more people, others will become bolder.

He had just said that he would go back and discuss it with his tribesmen, but now everyone has agreed.

Seeing this, Yan Lie slammed the table.

"Okay, in that case, everyone return to camp and rest. Wait for news from me and Huqitu."

. . . . . . . . .

As noon approached, the Barin tribe became noisy.

Dunzhu came back to report,

"Queen, the wounded soldiers from the front have been sent back."

"Wounded soldiers? Let's go and take a look."

Dunzhu looked embarrassed and said, "It's better for the Queen not to go. You won't be able to sleep at night if you don't go."

Lin Shu hesitated for a moment, his mind replaying the military movies he had seen before, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay. I'm ready."

The two of them arrived at the military doctor's office. The wounded were brought back one by one in carriages. If the injuries were minor, they would be treated directly at the front line. Those who were sent back now were all required to rest well. Two military doctors would also be assigned to accompany them to take care of them.

Although Lin Shu had prepared himself mentally before coming, it was another matter when he actually saw it.

The air near the tent was filled with the smell of blood.

Seeing such a grand scene for the first time, Lin Shu was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered.

"Donzhu, let's go and help together."

"Ah? Help, we don't know any medical skills?"

"I know. We can go over and help out. Are you afraid of having too many people working?"

After saying that, he took out a handkerchief and tied it on to serve as a mask.

Dunzhu also imitated her.

The two of them shuttled among the wounded soldiers.

Help wherever you are needed.

There were also tribesmen passing by. Seeing Lin Shu helping, some of the brave ones came forward to help.

But Lin Shu soon discovered a problem. When treating some wounded soldiers with fractures, it is most taboo to move them around.

Let Dunzhu go and call Gasang and Tubu.

Soon the two of them came running over panting.

"Tubu, take some people and help me make some things. Then bring them here."

She described the stretcher to Tubu, who had learned to read pictures from her for some time, so he quickly understood what she meant.

"Okay, wrap it up on me."

"Well, okay. I still have a lot of cloth in my tent that Yan Lie bought for me. Take your men to have a look and take whatever you can use. Gasang, if you don't understand something, ask Tubu."

"it is good."

. . . . . . . .

Helian Zhen was strolling around the camp, originally wanting to show her presence and listen to some words she really wanted to hear.

She rarely went out before, but now it is different. She can be considered as someone who has fought for the Bahrain tribe.

But she found that the tribesmen seemed to be very busy and did not achieve the effect she expected.

He stopped a tribesman who was passing by and asked,

"What happened?"

When the tribesmen saw that it was Helian Zhen who was asking the question, they quickly bowed and replied,

"Princess, the Queen Mother is helping treat the wounded over there. She's ordered Tubu to do something. The workshop is short-handed right now, so everyone is rushing over to help."

After hearing these words, Helian Zhen's eyes instantly ignited with rage, as if it could burn everything around it to ashes.

You bitch, I've shown up on the front lines, and you're here trying to show off and steal the limelight.

You just can’t bear to see me well!!!

The more you do this, the more I won't agree.

Walking towards the military doctor's tent...