Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

When General Cheng Jushu saw Zhao Sheng and his group, they were sitting on the ground, drinking cold water and eating the dry food they brought with them.

After listening to the military medical officer's story about Zhao Sheng and others, Cheng Jushu could no longer contain himself and stepped forward to salute Zhao Sheng.

"Prince Consort Zhao, the first thing you did when you arrived here was to inspect the wounded and personally treat them. This is a dereliction of duty on my part as a general."

Zhao Sheng had naturally seen Cheng Jushu before, but they weren't familiar with each other. General Cheng, the highest-ranking officer in the military, was surprised to see him salute a subordinate and junior like him.

"General Cheng, you can't do that. I've been to the battlefield before, and I often go to the wounded camp. I mainly want to learn about the enemy's weapons and equipment through the wounded so that I can fight them later."

Zhao Sheng's explanation startled everyone present. They thought, "Don't we all obey the general in battle? How can you, a prince consort, arrange the troops on your own?"

But Cheng Jushu doesn't think so. As the old generation is replaced by the new, there are many rising talents. He is willing to listen to Zhao Sheng's theory of confrontation.

He invited Zhao Sheng to his military tent, where there was a charcoal fire and the temperature was much higher than that in the wounded camp.

"General Cheng, could you give the first order and add another charcoal fire to the wounded camp?"

Cheng Jushu was stunned. He didn't expect that the prince consort would ask him to give such an order.

"Secondly, you had too few medical officers with you. There were so many casualties after the battle. Some of them could have survived if they had received timely treatment, but they died in vain."

The general nodded and asked, "Is there a third order for me to give?"

"Yes." Zhao Sheng also nodded and said, "The army I brought with me has military doctors, but we are divided into levels. Those who are temporarily in the battlefield are called paramedics, and they will be marked with a red bar."

Later he continued, "Our doctors are marked with a red bar with a vertical bar on top, forming a cross. This is a doctor. Our doctors all wear hats on their heads to prevent bacteria from falling on them. Please be aware of this, wounded soldiers."

"Finally, I would like to add that injuries are classified by order and severity. All orders must be followed by the doctor. No one may bully a medical officer based on rank. Those who disobey orders will be executed."

The last sentence, "Those who disobey orders will be executed," startled Cheng Jushu. Doctors weren't well paid, and the army was full of rough men, so beating and scolding medical officers was common.

However, Cheng Jushu still agreed to Zhao Sheng's request.

Zhao Sheng didn't say much to Cheng Jushu, and left first to see how the people he brought were settled.

That night, the doctors and guards of the new army entered the wounded camp, all wearing blue cloth caps and masks.

But some careful wounded soldiers discovered that several guards had abnormal breasts, and their behavior and voices seemed a bit like those of women.

The Great Zhou Dynasty did not allow women to go to the front line, as it was considered unlucky, so the court also included this in military regulations.

The matter was quickly reported to Cheng Jushu. Since it was a military regulation, the law enforcement team went to the wounded camp and found that more than a dozen guards were women, including a military doctor.

"Master, this is bad. General Cheng has ordered the law enforcement team to arrest our military doctors and those guards, mainly targeting women."

Zhao Sheng slapped his forehead at this moment: "Oh my god, I forgot that women in this era can't go to the front line. Such is the military discipline of the Great Zhou Dynasty."

So he took his own guards and mobilized a regiment of fresh troops to surround the entire camp of wounded soldiers.

Considering that the people were brought by the prince consort, the law enforcement team only tied up the captured people and did not execute them yet.

When Zhao Sheng arrived, Cheng Jushu happened to have arrived as well, and he also came with a dozen guards.

When Cheng Jushu met Zhao Sheng's personal guards, he was stunned. It was obvious that Zhao Sheng had a large number of people, more than 2,000 in total, and especially the weapons and equipment of the new army, which were incomparable to theirs.

"Prince Consort Zhao, what do you mean?" Cheng Jushu stopped and asked Zhao Sheng.

"Zhao Long, take your men and surround them first. I'll take my personal guards to take a look."

Zhao Sheng did not rush to answer Cheng Jushu's words. He strode towards Cheng Jushu with Chen Da and other personal guards.

Seeing this, Cheng Jushu's guards drew their swords and stood in front to block Zhao Sheng from getting close, as if they were ready to attack him if they disagreed.

"General Cheng, I advise your men to put down their swords. My personal guard leader is going to deploy. I'll have Chen Da behind me fight your personal guards to see who is stronger!"

Zhao Sheng didn't give Cheng Jushu time to think. He turned to Chen Da and said, "Is it okay? They have about ten guards, and their methods are not low."

Chen Daben is a reckless person. He has been eating and drinking well during this period. He got a Mo Dao and practiced with Zhao Long for a long time. He never gives up when facing an opponent.

"Sir, can I, please, let me do it?"

"Yes, but you are not allowed to take their lives!" Zhao Sheng said.

Chen Da drew out his Mo Dao and rushed forward. Soon, a row of people came up from behind Zhao Sheng, holding wheeled guns and aiming at the other side.

Zhao Sheng was worried that they would panic and accidentally kill someone, so he hurriedly said, "Raise the muzzle of the gun, don't point it at anyone, and aim within five steps."

There is a saying in ancient times that blood will splatter on the spot if a master attacks within seven steps. It means that if a master attacks within seven steps, the opponent will surely die. They took two steps back, which was a naked provocation.

There was no time for others to think at this time. In one round, Chen Da cut the knives in the hands of several people until only the handles were left. The person who just came over from behind just blocked it, and the knife broke into two pieces.

What kind of weapon is this? It's so exaggerated!

The Mo Dao is long and heavy. If Chen Da didn't have a lot of strength, it would be difficult for him to wield it freely.

Now like this, he was slapped in the face again, and Cheng Jushu felt his face getting hot.

"Prince Consort, tell your men to stop. I also received a report that a female spy has entered the camp..."

"Master Chen, stand down. General Cheng, I'm not a spy. I didn't explain clearly before. My new army's medical team includes female guards and many female surgeons. I'll explain the reason later. Please release my people first."

Cheng Jushu had no other choice at this moment. He couldn't let internal strife occur, so he ordered his men to release the people who had just been arrested.

Seeing that his female new army members were released, Zhao Ming's personal guards brought them back for protection.

"General Cheng, you didn't see the surgery today. Most of us men aren't proficient in suturing techniques, so I've recruited some skilled women from the new army. They've all learned how to suturing, but they haven't seen it in actual combat."

Zhao Sheng bowed and said, "This is my fault. I ignored the rules of the Great Zhou battlefield. But throughout history, there are many examples of women defeating the Northern Barbarians. Why is our Great Zhou so intolerant of women?"

Cheng Jushu also returned the greeting and said, "Alas, the Great Zhou follows the teachings of Confucianism and Taoism. From now on, women are not allowed to participate in politics, let alone go to the front lines of the battlefield."

"So that's how it is. You believe in Confucianism? Can you drive the Northern Barbarians out of the Great Zhou just by engaging in verbal battles? Or are the weapons you use all advanced armaments given to you by these Confucianists?"

During the conversation, some lightly wounded soldiers came out to watch the fun. They saw that the new army soldiers were covered in plate armor, their faces were covered so that they could not be seen, and they were armed almost to the teeth.

At this time, a personal guard came forward, carrying a thirty-six-jin crescent-shaped sword.

"It's said that General Cheng's sword weighs seventy-two pounds. I wonder if you can get used to my thirty-six-pound sword."

After Zhao Sheng finished speaking, he made way and asked his personal guard to take the knife to Cheng Jushu.

The 72-jin broadsword was his weapon when he was young. Now that he is old, the broadsword has long been rusted at home.

Cheng Jushu took over the thirty-six-jin crescent-shaped sword and instantly danced with it vigorously on the field. He saw a huge rock in front of him and chopped it down with one blow of the sword. The rock was neatly cut in half as easily as cutting vegetables.