Fighter of the Destiny

On the fourth day after the end of the war, the air in Songshan Military Mansion was still so cold, but the smell of blood had faded a lot. Hundreds of soldiers were no longer seen carrying stretchers on the long street, shouting and quickly In the tense scene of running, there is no sacred scene of more than ten holy lights illuminating the night sky at the same time in the Holy Medical Center.

Many strands of white smoke arose from the Huailing outside Songshan Mountain and floated into the high sky. People who saw this scene from a distance in the city stopped one after another to express their condolences, because each strand of white smoke represented a symbol of A fallen soldier. According to preliminary statistics, the number of Zhou soldiers who died in this battle has exceeded tens of thousands. This does not include the migrant workers responsible for logistics and the monks who came to help from all sides.

The atmosphere in the Holy Medical Hall is no longer as tense as it was a few days ago. The injuries of most of the wounded have been controlled, and those who died of serious injuries have been carried out long ago. But for some reason, in the deepest room, The wing was still packed with people, and the atmosphere seemed particularly anxious.

"I won't listen to any explanation. I just want you to save him."

The general's face was extremely serious, and his tone was also very strong. When his eyes fell on the bed, his voice became even more violent.

The wounded man lying on the bed was very young. From his clothes and the cloth bag around his waist, he could be seen to be a formation master. He was thin and his limbs were slightly dark. However, his face was as white as paper at this time, and he had obviously lost too much blood. There was a bruise on his lips. There was dry skin everywhere, his breathing was very weak, and he looked like he might die at any time.

Listening to the general's words, everyone in the room felt great pressure and at the same time felt a little confused.

Such a young formation master must be famous and have a great future. However, the general is a very valued confidant of General Ke Shen. He has a great reputation and high status in the Songshan Military Mansion. Why would he suffer such a big blow because of such a wounded man? Temper, you must know that in addition to military doctors, there are two people who treat the injuries of this young formation master from the state religion.

The general knew what people were thinking, but offered no explanation.

He vaguely knew the origin of this young formation master, but it was not because of this that he was acting so angry and nervous at the moment.

Before coming to the hospital, he had just received the post-incident investigation file.

What exactly happened between the cliffs at that time, no one knows now except the young formation master who is about to die on the bed. But the soldiers who had seen that cliff with their own eyes were convinced that those things must have been extremely heroic, because the scenes they saw were very tragic - more than a dozen soldiers used the secret weapons of the Tang family in Wenshui to commit suicide, and Five wolf riders died together, and the bodies of more than ten soldiers were found on the retreat route in front of the cliff.

Thirty of the most elite and brave soldiers of Songshan Military Mansion sacrificed themselves just to let this young formation master survive. Then he must keep this young formation master alive, otherwise how can he comfort the souls of his dead subordinates?

"I won't give any explanation because I really don't have the ability to keep him alive."

A woman wearing white sacrificial robes stood up from the bed. Her beautiful face was full of exhaustion, and the soft holy light gradually dissipated from her slender fingers.

The general was silent.

The woman came from the Thirteenth Division of Qingzhen in Kyoto, her surname was An, and her name was Hua. She had just arrived at Songshan Military Mansion two days ago, and then she began to work non-stop to treat the injured people on the battlefield. If Songshan Military Mansion had not reserved enough medicine to help with meditation recovery, Crystal, it is very likely that she has died due to the exhaustion of the Holy Light.

Facing her, no matter how bad and anxious the general was at this moment, he couldn't say anything serious.

And he could see very clearly that she had done her best to save the young formation master on the bed.

The general looked at the priest in charge of the Holy Medical Hall.

The priest shook his head slightly imperceptibly.

The doctors in various medical clinics were unable to do anything to cure the injuries of the young formation master. Could it be that the Holy Light Technique of the Riggong Priest and the Teacher of the Thirteenth Division of Qingzhen could not save him?

The general's mood hit rock bottom. He could no longer control his emotions and punched the table hard.

The atmosphere in the room was unusually low. Some people took off their hats and prepared to pay their respects.

At this moment, a military doctor in the corner said sadly: "It would be great if there were still cinnabar pills."

The name Cinnabar Pill seemed to have some kind of magic power. The room was quiet, even almost dead, and the only sound that could be heard was the gradually getting thicker and faster breathing.

There was a look of surprise in some people's eyes, but they soon dimmed without knowing what they thought of.

Sure enough, the priest sighed and said: "On the first day of the battle, our quota was used up."

The general knew very well how many seriously wounded soldiers were returned to death on the battlefield on the first day. From the beginning, he had no hope for this. But when the name was mentioned again, he couldn't help but ask with the last hope. Said: "When will the next batch be allocated? Can he survive until that day?"

The priest shook his head and said: "The date for dispensing the medicine is ten days from now. His injury can last up to five days."

Anhua has been studying the Holy Light Technique in the Thirteenth Division of Qingzhen. Especially after the war with the demons began, she put all her thoughts on practice and wanted to go to the front line to treat the wounded as soon as possible. He didn't hear what was going on outside the window, and since he had only been in Songshan Military Mansion for two days, he couldn't understand what everyone was saying.

"What is Cinnabar Pill? Is it a kind of elixir?" She looked at the priest and asked in confusion.

Judging from the name, the main ingredient of this elixir should be cinnabar, which can indeed be used as medicine and has hemostatic effects. However, the young formation master's injuries were so serious that even her Holy Light Technique could not work. In her opinion, , unless several red archbishops take action at the same time, it is possible to save it. Could that kind of elixir have the same effect?

The priest understood what she was thinking and said, "Cinnabar Pill can heal this person's injuries."

Everyone nodded, and no one expressed the slightest doubt, because in the hearts of people who have seen Cinnabar Pill, this medicine can cure all injuries and diseases in the world.

Anwar had never heard of this elixir, so he couldn't understand people's fanatical trust, and he was even more puzzled.

"If it really... works, why don't you come over and try it quickly?"

The priest said with emotion: "Where can I find such a treasure?"

Everyone thought of the rumor that this medicine could only be described as being in heaven, and they fell silent.

"This medicine is rare," the general said to Anwar.

Anhua was still puzzled and said: "If this medicine really has miraculous effects, why not ask the herbalist to donate the prescription and then have the imperial court or the palace imitate it in large quantities?"

The room was quiet again.

Everyone's eyes fell on her, looking a little nervous.

No one answered her question.

The entire Holy Medical Center suddenly became quiet.

There is no sound.

As if her question was something taboo.