We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Li Che's promises, coupled with the shocking bruises on his body, finally calmed down these civil officials temporarily.

When Wen Zaiyin saw his own prince trying hard to endure the pain, the anger in his heart subsided a lot.

After all, he felt sorry for the young king whom he had assisted all the way.

The old scholar had a stern face and walked behind Li Che without saying a word. He stretched out his wrinkled hands and began to massage Li Che.

Wen Zai Yin was knowledgeable and talented. In addition to mastering the six arts of a gentleman, he also studied the art of medicine in his early years and was well versed in meridian massage.

The fingers pressed on the acupuncture points precisely, with neither too much nor too little force, and the kneading, rubbing and pushing techniques were extremely skillful.

Li Che only felt a warm air flow through the wound, and the original burning pain was actually relieved a lot.

"hiss......"

Li Che couldn't help but let out a long sigh, feeling that his stiff muscles and bones were loosened up, and he couldn't help but compliment sincerely:

"Master Wen, you are truly a miracle worker."

"I don't think you should be a regent. If you were to become a doctor, you would surely be a leader in the medical field, a miraculous doctor!"

Wen Zaiyin's hands kept moving, his face remained expressionless, he just hummed lightly:

"Your Highness, please stop flattering me. Your injuries may appear to be just bruises, but the external force has shaken your internal organs, causing a loss of Qi and blood."

"The next few days will be the real ordeal. The wound will become increasingly sore and painful, making it difficult to move."

"It takes a hundred days for a broken bone to heal. Even though your condition isn't that serious, you still need to recuperate for at least ten days to half a month. You absolutely must not overexert yourself, and you must not move your bones recklessly. Otherwise, you'll develop a chronic illness and regret it later!"

Li Che nodded repeatedly, his attitude more obedient than ever before: "Yes, yes, yes, Master Wen taught me this, I will definitely remember it and rest in peace."

This old man is quite cute sometimes. I have taken note of this and will be a little gentler next time I give him a bath.

At this moment, Wang Sanchun's iconic loud voice rang out:

"Your Highness! Your Highness! What a loss! What a loss! We've lost big this time!"

Li Che frowned at the loud noise and glared at Wang Sanchun unhappily: "You reckless man, you are so frightened. What's the big loss?"

Wang Sanchun rushed forward and without even bothering to salute, he threw the tattered pieces of armor in his arms onto the blood-stained and muddy ground with a clang.

Pointing at those things, he shouted with a look of pain on his face: "Look! Look!"

He bent down to pick up a relatively intact set of bamboo armor, then picked up a breastplate that looked like a thin piece of iron, and spat angrily:

"What the hell are those poor bastards using?"

"Bamboo armor, are you kidding me? I can cut it open with just one blow!"

"Even the armor of those warriors, look at them, is as thin as paper. A strong wind can blow a hole in it!"

He grew increasingly angry as he spoke, waving his arms. "How much gunpowder and projectiles did we use in this battle? How much quality armor and weapons did we destroy? And all we got in return is this pile of junk that's too smokey to even burn on a fire. This deal is a disaster, Your Highness!"

Li Che couldn't help but laugh and shook his head: "What do you know, you idiot?"

"The land of Japan has always been barren and resource-poor. Their armor and equipment have always been so simple since ancient times. How can it compare with the finely crafted weapons of our Feng Kingdom?"

"It's already a great achievement for them to gather all this. The amount of spoils captured is not the key to this battle. Tell me, what are the specific circumstances of this battle?"

When talking about the battle situation, the anger on Wang Sanchun's face was immediately replaced by seriousness.

He straightened his back and said solemnly, "Your Highness, our army has indeed won a great victory in this battle."

"Over 10,000 Japanese pirates were found dead, and about 8,000 surrendered and were captured. The rest fled in panic, like stray dogs, into Xiaguan City and hid there."

He paused, his voice lowering, "However... it was also a bitter victory. Almost every one of the 7,000 brave warriors Your Highness personally led to the advance was injured."

"There are no fewer than nine hundred seriously injured, and they are being treated in the camp. A preliminary count of the dead has reached over fifteen hundred..."

This string of numbers was like a huge stone weighing on the hearts of everyone present.

The smile on Li Che's face froze instantly, and his eyes suddenly dimmed.

More than 1,500 lives were lost forever on this strange beach.

Most of the soldiers who charged with him were veterans who had fought alongside him through thick and thin!

He was silent for a moment, then stood up from the shaft of the cart.

The movement involved the injury, causing him to frown, but he didn't care.

"Let's go! Follow me to the wounded camp!"

After the battle, the first thing sent ashore was not cannons, but medical equipment and military doctors.

The wounded camp was located in a corner of the camp far away from the hustle and bustle of the battlefield. The strong smell of blood in the air was even stronger than that on the battlefield.

Before getting close, one can hear the painful groans coming from inside, which terrifies everyone who hears it.

Li Che, surrounded by Wen Zaiyin, Wang Sanchun and others, strode into the camp.

The scene that came into view made the young prince, who had just fought in the battlefield, feel suffocated.

Under the simple tent, there were wounded soldiers wrapped in blood-stained bandages.

Some were unconscious, their faces pale; some had broken limbs and horrible wounds; and even more were tossing and turning in severe pain, howling in agony.

Severed arms and legs were piled outside the tent, attracting mosquitoes to swarm around them.

It is more like a slaughterhouse than a camp for wounded soldiers.

The military doctors all looked exhausted, but they did not dare to stop for even a moment, trying their best to treat the wounded who kept coming in.

"what--"

"No! Don't chop off my feet! Please! Don't chop off my feet!"

A shrill cry that was out of tune instantly attracted the attention of Li Che and everyone else.

On a straw mat in a corner, a soldier who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old was being held down by two strong military doctors.

One of his legs was covered in blood and flesh from the calf to the ankle, with bones visible and even white bone stumps visible.

The soldier struggled desperately, tears streaming down his face.

His eyes were filled with fear as he stared at an old military doctor holding a sharp little saw next to him.

Li Che's heart suddenly tightened and he walked over quickly.

When the young soldier saw Li Che's figure, he was like a drowning man grabbing at the last straw: "Your Highness! Your Highness! It's you!"

The military doctors quickly held him down, fearing that his struggle would cause the wound to burst again and cause heavy bleeding.

The young soldier ignored him and pleaded frantically to Li Che:

"Please! Please save me! Don't let them chop off my feet! I... I have a mother to support at home! I can't live without feet, Your Highness! Please!"