Quick Transmigration: The Villain Always Ends Up with the Male Lead

On the other side, Colancha received no good news. By the next day, no one had returned, and he knew that the people he had sent had been discovered by Shi Qi.

Although we didn't get any useful information or cause any trouble for Shi Qi, the battle still had to be fought.

As dawn broke, the Southern Kingdom's army rushed to the front lines. Unexpectedly, the Yan army arrived even earlier and was already in full battle readiness.

At this moment, Huo Da was dispatched on one side, while Kolancha also sent out his subordinate generals. They both knew very well that they couldn't unleash their trump cards in the first battle.

The two sides couldn't communicate verbally, and although they both knew what had happened the night before, they tacitly kept quiet. They couldn't possibly bring a translator to a war, could they? So, the two sides started fighting without saying a word.

In this battle, Huo Da led 40,000 troops, and the Southern Army led a similar number. However, the Southern Army itself only numbered 140,000, far fewer than the Yan Army. If they sent out these troops in the first battle, their numbers would certainly not exceed those of the Yan Army in subsequent battles.

In the end, the battle ended with a narrow victory for Huo Da, but the Southern army fought fiercely, and the Yan army was ultimately weakened.

After the battle, logistics personnel from both sides evacuated their wounded from the battlefield. On a distant control tower, Kolancha, binoculars in hand, surveyed the aftermath of the war and gave a cryptic smile...

Zheng Yuhe, along with other military medics, went to the battlefield to evacuate the wounded. Although she was a doctor herself, she was still horrified by the scene before her. She finally understood what the descriptions of corpses strewn across the battlefield in books meant. The place was practically littered with the bodies of soldiers; those who survived were severely wounded, and most of the survivors were probably clinging to life by a thread...

Zheng Yuhe couldn't help but clutch her chest, looking nauseous.

"Are you alright?" asked the person traveling with him with concern. Although somewhat dissatisfied, the person was someone the general had ordered to be taken good care of.

Zheng Yuhe shook her head: "It's nothing, I'm just a little scared because it's the first time I've seen a scene like this... Let's carry him away." She said to the injured man who had fainted on the ground.

The main task of these military medics was not to move the wounded; their job was simply to take the most seriously injured people back. After all, having someone who didn't understand medical principles do it could easily cause secondary injuries.

After finishing this task, they stayed in the tent to focus on treating the wounded.

The military doctors were surprised that Zheng Yuhe, a female doctor, was more skilled and efficient at treating the wounded than they were, who had been military doctors for many years. Only then did the other doctors realize that Zheng Yuhe was a truly capable person, not some planted accomplice.

Shi Qi was also there watching them treat the wounded. Seeing Zheng Yuhe's smooth and efficient movements, he had a guess in his mind. No wonder Yi Xuan arranged for Zheng Yuhe to come. She really came in handy.

Actually, as long as Zheng Yuhe didn't go against him, Shi Qi didn't need to do anything to her, since he wasn't an antisocial person. However, he didn't plan to let his guard down now, especially since he'd been badly let down by the female lead in the previous two worlds...

Huo Da was also injured. When Zhao Zhonglie found him in his tent, he was awkwardly wrapping a long wound on his back with a thin cloth.

Zhao Zhonglie frowned, making him look even fiercer: "Why didn't you call a military doctor? Why are you bandaging yourself here?"

Huo Da's face was pale, clearly in pain, but he looked indifferent: "It's not a serious injury. We should let the army doctor take a look at the soldiers who are more seriously injured."

Zhao Zhonglie knew it was a superficial wound, but the wound was indeed quite gruesome, and if it wasn't treated properly, the inflammation could potentially be fatal.

"I give up, you can't even reach the amount. Where's the medicine? Let me bandage you up..." Zhao Zhonglie said with disdain, looking at the crookedly applied medicine.

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Although the victory was narrow, a celebration banquet should still be held to boost morale.

Shi Qi remained seated at the head of the table, raised his wine cup to Huo Da, and said, "Our army has won a great victory in its first battle. Captain Huo is a great hero. I will offer him a cup of tea instead of wine!"

Seeing that Shi Qi was speaking, everyone raised their wine bowls and said, "To Commander Huo!"

Huo Da picked up the bowl and replied, "Thank you, General, and thank you, my colleagues. I'll drink this first as a sign of respect!" With that, he drank it all in one gulp.

That night, the soldiers temporarily forgot their grief over the loss of their comrades and indulged themselves to the fullest. Ultimately, the defeated Southern army was only more unhappy, so what reason did they have not to enjoy themselves for one night?

"Why don't you go get a drink?" Shi Lu asked, noticing Zheng Yuhe standing alone beside him. As one of only three women in the army, Shi Lu and Shi Si had been sleeping with Zheng Yuhe for some time, and naturally, they had become familiar with each other.

Zheng Yuhe shook her head with a smile: "This wine is too strong. I feel like I'll get drunk as soon as I drink it."

Shi Lu laughed heartily twice: "Haha, you're quite like our general in that respect. Shi Si used to be a bit of a drinker too..." He gestured towards Shi Si over there with his lip: "But now he's drinking quite heartily, isn't he? So, you see, drinking capacity is something you develop through practice!"

He handed her a flask of wine: "Here! Drink!"

Zheng Yuhe reluctantly accepted the wine. At this moment, Shi Si looked over and said, "Xiao Lu, don't make things difficult for them."

Shi Lu retorted, "Oh dear, Sister Si~ Sister Yuhe must be so bored standing here all by herself!"

Listening to their conversation, Zheng Yuhe said, "It's alright, Shi Si. Shi Lu is right. It's good to practice one's alcohol tolerance." She used to be a doctor, and to prevent unexpected surgeries, she rarely drank alcohol, so her alcohol tolerance wasn't high. Now that she's here, practicing her alcohol tolerance wouldn't hurt.

Seeing that Zheng Yuhe herself was also speaking up for Shi Lu, Shi Si stopped trying to dissuade him and simply said, "It's the first time, so it's better to drink less."

Zheng Yuhe agreed, and then she and Shi Lu started drinking, one bowl after another...

After finishing the pot of wine, Zheng Yuhe felt lightheaded and her face was flushed. Shi Lu, standing beside her, was in slightly better shape, but he was still a little tipsy.

"I'm going out...to wash my face and get some fresh air..." Zheng Yuhe said to Shi Lu.

Shi Lu mumbled incoherently, "Uh-huh, I know... I know..."

Zheng Yuhe went outside the tent alone. She had only been enjoying the breeze for a short while when someone appeared behind her without her noticing...

Just as she was about to turn around, she was blocked by a "wall". Zheng Yuhe was very dissatisfied. Then she looked up and saw a handsome face.

Zheng Yuhe chuckled twice: "Hehe...who are you, handsome guy?"