Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

As night fell, the grassland, which had been bustling with fighting all day, finally quieted down.

Both camps were naturally filled with lights, but there was still some distance between them, and in the darkness of night, one could barely see them.

The pitch-black battlefield area in the middle is now their buffer zone.

"Patrol officers, be alert! Anyone who makes a mistake will be severely punished! All sentries, both visible and hidden, must be properly deployed! And all passwords must be clear!"

"Where are the observation posts? Don't think the Jurchens won't launch a night attack! Keep a close watch on the other side! Don't miss any suspicious areas! If you find anything wrong, report it immediately! Even if you die in battle, you must send out the signal flare! Do you understand?"

Zhang Qing's Flying Feather Legion was responsible for patrolling the entire army. Although they were at a slight disadvantage in frontline combat, they were the most professional in patrolling within the entire Dayi!

"Don't worry, General!"

The generals of the Flying Feather Legion agreed in unison. They weren't stupid; everyone knew how important this battle was. At this crucial moment, anyone who made a mistake would lose face. If they couldn't even do their patrol duties well, what face would the Flying Feather Legion have left? How would their general face his colleagues afterward?

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At the rear of the main camp was the camp of the Huichun Army, which was now brightly lit by torches, bustling with activity.

From time to time, one could hear the cries and screams of soldiers coming from various tents, and one could see that the faces of every doctor in the Rejuvenation Army were filled with seriousness. Female soldiers were running back and forth with various medicines, and everyone was trying their best to save their comrades' lives.

"Hold on! Don't sleep! I can heal you! But you can't sleep!"

A young doctor from the Huichun Army is working hard to treat a seriously wounded soldier. In recent years, Ren Yuan has shared all the medical knowledge he knows with An Daoquan and Huawei. Under the leadership of these two renowned doctors and with the joint efforts of many doctors, the Huichun Army now has its own system for battlefield medical treatment.

The soldier had lost too much blood, and the light in his eyes was growing fainter.

"Hold on! Didn't you just tell me you were going back to see your mother? Think about your mother! Don't fall asleep!"

The doctors at Huichun Army tried their best to help him, but to no avail. His injuries were too severe; his internal organs had been severely damaged. With the current medical skills of Huichun Army, they were powerless to help.

"Doctor...tell, tell, tell my mother, I, I killed, killed two, two gold, people..."

Seemingly sensing that he was nearing the end of his life, the soldier suddenly felt a sense of relief.

He didn't know where the strength came from, but he grabbed the doctor's hand and told him, in fits and starts, about his achievements that day.

"You killed two, that's great! But you have to tell your mother yourself! Hang in there!"

Despite the doctor's best efforts, the soldier could not be saved. Before he died, he held tightly to the doctor's clothes, his eyes filled with complex emotions such as pleading, pride, and reluctance.

"Damn it, damn it... I promise, I promise you!"

The equally young doctor from the Rejuvenation Army finally couldn't resist and granted the soldier's request.

Upon hearing the doctor's agreement, the soldier's face lit up with a relieved smile. Then, his hand slumped down limply, and the light in his eyes vanished completely.

"Remember his name! And his contributions!"

There wasn't much time for the young doctor to grieve, because many people were still waiting to be treated, and new wounded were being brought in continuously.

This night was destined to be anything but easy for him; he still had many, many things to promise.

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"Where is Asheng?"

Huyan Zhuo also arrived at the Huichun Army's camp. His deputy, who was also his nephew Huyan Sheng, was seriously injured in today's battle. He was knocked off his horse in the chaos of battle. After killing more than a dozen enemies on foot, he was knocked away by a Jin army horse. If it weren't for timely rescue, he might not have been able to return to the camp.

"General Huyan!"

The people from the Huichun Army naturally recognized Huyan Zhuo. Seeing his worried expression, they quickly checked the records, then breathed a slight sigh of relief and said to him:

"General Huyan, the young general is alright, but he is seriously injured and is currently in the Jiazi ward."

"Okay, I'll go over there. You guys go ahead with your work."

Looking at the soldiers coming and going in the entire Huichun Army camp, Huyan Zhuo did not let them take him to the ward, but chose to go by himself. However, he was not lonely, because he met Qin Ming on the way.

"Brother Qin Ming, what brings you here too?"

"Huang Xin is injured too, so I came to check on him. What about you? How's Asheng?"

Huang Xin's injuries were not serious, and after being bandaged, they would not affect his ability to continue fighting tomorrow.

"I haven't found him yet."

Where is it?

Qin Ming also wanted to go and see.

"They say it's a 'Jia' type room."

"The 'Koshi Room'? The 'Severe Injury Room'? Then come with me, I just passed by."

Qin Ming took Hu Yanzhuo to the Jia-class room, where the wounded were in terrible condition. When Hu Yanzhuo saw Hu Yansheng, he felt particularly sorry for him.

Hu Yansheng's body and head were wrapped in heavy white cloth, especially his chest, and a strong smell of medicine wafted out.

"Asheng, wake up, you're almost marinated."

Qin Ming made a joke.

"Uncle? Uncle Qin?"

Hu Yansheng was resting with his eyes half-closed when he heard the sound. He opened his eyes and saw Qin Ming and Hu Yanzhuo. He was so excited that he tried to get up, but the pain in his limbs made him frown.

"Don't move! Lie still!"

Huyan Zhuo stepped forward and pinned him down.

"The doctor said you are seriously injured and need to rest well. We just came to see you."

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I've disgraced the Huyan family."

Hu Yansheng sounded somewhat remorseful.

"I was careless, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen from grace, and after that..."

"Oh, it's alright, what's the big deal? This is war, and everyone gets hurt in war. Ah Sheng, don't blame yourself."

Qin Ming comforted Hu Yansheng.

"You should know that even your uncle and I were wounded on the battlefield when we were young. For a soldier, being wounded is not a disgrace, but an honor!"

"These scars will be your badges of honor in the future! What you need to do now is to take good care of yourself and recover!"

"But, but Uncle Qin, I... I'll definitely miss the next battle, I..."

Hu Yansheng's injury will take at least half a year to heal, and he definitely won't be able to participate in the upcoming battles, so he regrets it very much.

"What's the big deal? You're still young. Are you worried about not having any battles to fight or any achievements to make in the future?"

Qin Ming's attitude turned serious. He looked at Hu Yansheng, then at the other patients in Ward A, and raised his voice slightly:

"Listen up, everyone! You are all outstanding! You are all the most glorious soldiers of Dayi!"

"Don't be discouraged by your injuries! Don't think of yourself as a loser! You are warriors! Everything you have given for this battle today will be remembered by the entire nation!"

"Take good care of yourself! The country will need you at any time in the future!"

Qin Ming's words eased some of the somber and sorrowful atmosphere in Ward A, but no sooner had he finished speaking than a female soldier from the Huichun Army poked her head in:

"What's all the noise about? This is ward A! The patient needs to rest! If you keep making noise, everyone get out!"

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