Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

Clear, unquestionable orders from military officers pierced through the chaotic sandstorm.

These battle-hardened logistics veterans are so skillful that they are almost cruel.

Qin Ming had guessed early on that their troops would not be able to catch up with these advance troops that had penetrated deep into the desert.

The time we actually contact the front-line troops on the battlefield is after their battle is over.

Therefore, all the people he arranged to come were the elite logistics personnel of Daqian.

After the arrival of this elite group, efficiency was almost maximized.

Their eyes scanned the messy ground accurately.

He skillfully moved the corpses away and quickly selected the comrades who were still breathing.

Regardless of the strength of the enemy or our own, the heavy armor was roughly stripped off.

Revealing even more horrific wounds underneath.

The precious splash of water was accompanied by suppressed moans of pain.

Exhausted to the limit, the Daqian soldiers who had been holding on were just like Chang Baishan, as if all their bones had been pulled out.

Many people even relied on their companions for support or collapsed on the bloody sand the moment the water bag was handed to their mouths.

Swallowing greedily, as if it was the only nectar of life.

Chang Baishan was only unconscious for half an hour, and he slowly woke up from his exhausted state after drinking enough water.

He watched it all as the supplies, leather bags piled with arrowheads, bulging water bladders, and bags of precious hard buns and dried meat were quickly unloaded.

There were even instant noodles that Qin Ming had developed previously, which were thrown into the big pot and boiled piece by piece.

In a short period of time, a special team quickly distributed bowls of food to the soldiers who were still able to move freely.

Order is being built from the chaotic corpses at an efficient speed.

Like a bandage covering a wound.

Until his body swayed a little, but the position he was standing in exposed the fact that the strength in his body was rapidly draining away.

At this time, an old military doctor wearing a short thick cloth coat, a medicine bag tied around his waist, with a tired look but sharp eyes, came with two young medical workers who were also exhausted.

He pushed aside several auxiliary soldiers who were clearing obstacles and quickly came to Changbai Mountain.

The old military doctor's sharp eyes only glanced at Chang Baishan's broken breastplate and clenched left hand.

His brows were tightly knitted together.

He decisively knelt down on one knee to check.

"Commander Chang!"

The old military doctor's voice was hoarse and solemn after being frightened. He didn't even ask for a military salute first.

"Let go! We can't delay any longer!"

Chang Baishan had a blank expression on his face, as if the injury was not on him at all.

He followed his instructions and slowly loosened his left hand, which had been clenched tightly.

The palm of his hand was covered in blood and flesh, and the bones were visible.

Several broken finger bones even pierced the edge of the flesh.

It was exposed white in the bloody air, looking extremely hideous.

It was the accumulated damage from blocking countless fatal blows, which was ignored in the fierce fight. Only when it relaxed at this moment did its terrifying true appearance appear.

An experienced commander of the imperial guards had just led his men to clean up a small pile of corpses.

He gasped at the sight and pulled out a thick leather water bag with the seal also worn off.

It contained strong liquor mixed with secret medicine, which was specially provided to high-ranking military officers.

Without saying a word, he poured the pungent wine onto Chang Baishan's wound!

"Well!"

The severe pain caused Chang Baishan's burly body to tense and twitch uncontrollably.

Veins popped up on his forehead instantly, and beads of cold sweat mixed with blood rolled down.

But his Adam's apple rolled violently a few times, and he managed to suppress the groan of pain deep in his chest.

Only the sound of heavy breathing came out from between his teeth.

The old military doctor moved without a pause.

He took out a handful of dark golden powder from the medicine bag.

A high-quality hemostatic powder with a pungent smell of sulfur.

He used his rough fingers to press hard on the terrible wound, almost stabbing it in.

The deep red powder was instantly soaked by the gushing blood and turned into a glaring dark brown!

The young medical worker beside him quickly took out a relatively short and clean cloth strip from his leather bag.

And simple wooden plywood.

After Qin Ming's teaching, Daqian's military doctors all knew what bacteria and infections were.

Therefore, when treating wounds, proper cleanliness and disinfection will be ensured.

Just as the medical worker was about to treat the obviously broken and twisted finger joints, a hand reached out from the side.

This is Liu Yueli's hand.

There were also minor scrapes and stains on the back of her hands, but her fingers were slender and steady.

She simply handed something carefully wrapped in oil paper to the military doctor.

Inside were a few soft, snow-white, clean cotton balls.

The old military doctor looked up at Liu Yueli and silently took the cotton wool.

He tore off a piece and carefully pressed the cotton wool on the back of Chang Baishan's horrible hand.

After treating Chang Baishan's injuries.

The old military doctor quickly said:

"Follow the instructions His Majesty has given us. Those who survive must return."

His voice was dry and hoarse, but it was as decisive as a rock, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Thank you."

Chang Baishan nodded seriously.

The reason why they fought so hard this time was not only to quell the rebellion in the Western Regions.

Another reason is to enable the secret guards to play their role and reduce layoffs.

The old military doctor said nothing more and gritted his teeth.

He continued to carry the heavy package and paced back and forth in the ruined camp with several of his apprentices.

The wind seemed to be getting stronger, blowing up more sand and beginning to cover the hideous wounds on the corpses. It also blew the broken weapons left on the ground, making a whimpering sound.

In the center of the battlefield, the blue-bottomed dragon flag that once symbolized the military spirit of Changbai Mountain was stuck askew in the pile of corpses.

When a logistics sergeant carefully pulled it up, the flag, stained with blood, burned by flames, and torn by countless swords and guns, suddenly unfolded in the wind.

The hole was penetrated by the setting sun, leaving mottled traces of light.

Like countless silent eyes.

The flag bearer silently smoothed out the wrinkles, carried it on his shoulders, and, bearing the mark of the desert and blood and fire, prepared to embark on his journey home.

Some soldiers were cleaning up the bodies of the last few high-ranking officers of the Red Blood Alliance.

From the arms of a broken corpse, he found a blood-stained, exquisite piccolo inlaid with emerald gems.

The soldiers took the skins as spoils of war as per custom.

Seeing this, many soldiers who were still able to move came forward to explore.

This is a rare moment of harvest after the war.

Seeing this, Chang Baishan and Liu Yueli looked at each other.

Liu Yueli stepped forward and said to the many soldiers:

"Rest here for two days before returning."

"Yes!"

When everyone heard this, they felt relieved, and some soldiers who originally wanted to save their energy to return also joined the ranks of tomb raiders.

On the other side, Qin Ming headed north and arrived at the border pass of Shenmu Kingdom in a carriage.

The wind and sand brought with them the mixed smell of rust and pine resin.