Poverty Alleviation Princess

Arnold was certainly not a child, and yet the problem was all the greater because he was not a child.

A Yuan was surprised at first, but soon realized where the problem was.

The child might get lost or fail to keep up, but as a conscious adult, Arnold can basically determine that he left for a certain purpose.

And this purpose is obviously not to escape for life - if you really want to live, it is safer to stay with them in a shelter that is guarded by concentrated forces than to go alone.

To sum up, the biggest possibility at present is...he ran to the war zone by himself.

As A Yuan guessed, Arnold did come to the war zone.

And there was still no intention of concealing it, Guangming appeared on the battlefield openly and generously.Unlike other people who pay more attention to their mobility, wearing a black shirt and matching white vest and coat, he looks out of place with everything around him.

The well-dressed young man standing here is like a noble young master who was going to a banquet but came to the wrong place.

"Arnold?" Why is he here?

Standing high and leading the battlefield, Giotto, who was fighting, was the first to notice him.

"Hey! Dangerous!"

G, who was the deputy, also hurriedly shouted.

Of course he knows that Arnold is not bad - he knew this when he worked together before.But those are just ordinary people, and they are in an indoor room with countless rooms to hide in, instead of standing on a high place like this and can see the surrounding open area at a glance.

However, Arnold continued to walk forward unhurriedly as if he didn't hear it.

G gritted his teeth: "Giotto, I'll take a look."

After the red-haired youth finished speaking, he put his hands on the low wall and jumped directly from the height of several floors.

"How did you get here?" He caught up to Arnold a few steps, "Still so aboveboard...I know you want to help Giotto, but you shouldn't..."

"Help?" Arnold glanced at the red-haired young man walking beside him, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in the entanglement and hatred between you and these people."

"I'm just here to finish my own business."

Arnold retracted his gaze and looked forward.

"If it's you, don't cause me any trouble."

"Do you want to face them single-handedly?" G was furious for a while, but he continued to persuade the other party because he was 'one of his own'. "Friedman's people are not the ordinary thugs you have come into contact with before. He has an assassination unit under him, has received special training, and may hide anywhere to attack you. It is hard to guard against."

"And among these people there are even more special..."

"You mean those people?"

Arnold raised his finger and pointed behind him.

G looked in the direction he was pointing at, only to notice that under a tree diagonally behind him, a dozen people were handcuffed to and fro at some point.

They wore dark tights that were completely different from the others, and they were strong and well-trained fighters.But at this moment, each hand was handcuffed, handcuffed together one by one, and sat back to back under the tree in a circle.

"..."

"If you're talking about these people," Arnold responded casually, "then I don't think there's anything to worry about."

It sounds like 'nothing to worry about', but G seems to convey another meaning: 'If you are still vigilant at this level, then your level is not very good'

Of course this is a euphemism.

g thought of it.

What he originally wanted to say was probably 'what kind of rubbish are you guys'.

g stopped talking.

He took two steps back—he finally understood what this old man wanted to do, as long as it didn't affect them, let him do it well, he wanted him to obey the command, and expected Giotto to sit in front of the desk and review documents obediently 24 hours a day Just as unrealistic.

What's more, this is also a good thing for them.

For no reason, there is a powerful one more, with a fighting power of one against ten, why not do it?

Arnold continued to walk towards the fighting area, then grabbed the man's arm and twisted it backhand when the enemy rushed towards him, then pinned the man to the ground and knocked him unconscious, and then he continued forward.

"...Let him go." G returned to Giotto's side.

"With him here, we can relax a bit too - let's go, it's time for us to play."

G took off his coat, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head.

"I'll go, you stay." The blond young man's gentle smile was gone. "You watch here. If Arnold is in any danger or other than some temporary situation, you must help him first."

"He needs help."

The assassination troops that Friedman was proud of were all cleaned up by him.

"G." Giotto also took off his jacket, and he flexed his wrist. "There has never been a reason in this world that just because he is also a strong man, everything can be left to him as a matter of course."

"Arnold has no reason to help us. At this time, he is on our side. This is affection, not necessity. We should be grateful, not take his help as a matter of course."

"This..." G froze for a moment, then nodded amidst Giotto's serious expression, "I see."

"So, you stay here, and it's enough for me to go there by myself."

After Giotto finished speaking, he rushed towards the direction where his own people were being suppressed and retreating steadily.

When the frontal battlefield was in full swing, A Yuan's side was not idle.

Although the refuges are close, there is not only one place.

After confirming that the people she brought were indeed safe and sound, she asked Liv and Meili to watch over the children (especially Cain), and she went to help with Musashi-san.

Although it is said not to bring property when running away, in the face of this desire, the importance of materials is no less important.

Especially food and medicine.

"Wounded! Bring the wounded here!"

"Send the slightly injured here, and send the seriously injured to the tent over there!"

"Is anyone else free? Help boil some water!"

The temporary hospital at the rear is also extremely busy. It is said to be a hospital, but in fact it is just a temporary clearing of the open space near the shelter, and a few tents.

Those with minor injuries were bandaged outside, while those with serious injuries were sent to tents for further treatment.

There is no more systematic differentiation, and the people responsible for bandaging minor injuries are not professional, they are just ordinary people who have accumulated some knowledge because of frequent injuries.

The wounded and staff were running back and forth, making the already busy makeshift hospital even more chaotic.

"Hot water is coming, hot water is coming!"

A young woman with light blond hair and a sword on her waist ran over with hot water.

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"Thank you! It was a great help!"

The young man who was busy bandaging people thanked him without raising his head.

"Where's the gauze? Where's the gauze?"

Just then, a young girl with freckles ran out of the tent.

"Gauze, gauze, I remember..."

The young man who was caught and questioned by him blushed and didn't remember where the gauze was put. The young girl who was holding him was anxious and angry, but she also knew that this was not the time to blame others.

The most urgent task is to find the gauze.

"The gauze is in the box over there."

At this moment, a young girl's voice sounded.She turned her head, and saw a young woman with black hair pointing at the box on one side.

"There are gauze and bandages over there. I divided them into two stacks. The one with red marks on the box is gauze, and the one with blue marks is bandages."

"The bucket next to the gauze is alcohol."

"If you need hot water, go to the left. Someone is heating hot water at the water intake over there. The clean bucket is placed on the left side of the water intake, and the used bucket is placed on the right. Someone will scald it with hot water for disinfection. .”

"The clean cloth is on the right, and the soiled cloth or bed sheet can be taken out and placed in the big bucket where the cloth is placed, and someone will collect it for washing later."

"The medicines have been placed in the middle of the tent. You can find what you need there. I arranged for a person to classify the medicines, and the follow-up medicines will also be placed there for him to classify."

A Yuan said while directing other people to classify and carry supplies.

The size of a hundred people is just a trivial matter.

"Good, good."

The girl nodded blankly, and it took more than ten seconds before she realized and ran to the place where the gauze was placed to get the gauze and bandages.She ran to the tent door with new gauze and bandages, before entering the tent.She suddenly turned her head and looked out into the open space.

I don't know when, the temporary hospital that was originally chaotic and disorderly became orderly.

Almost everyone who ran had a clear goal, unlike before, either looking for things like headless chickens, or a few people doing repetitive work.

And the black-haired girl just now stood next to the original person in charge, holding a paper and a pen in her hand and recording something.

At this distance, she couldn't see the face of the black-haired girl, but felt that she was very beautiful who was directing people's work at this time.

"Have you got the gauze!?"

There was a roar from the tent.

"Come here!" The girl opened the door curtain and ran in.

Everyone outside has done a good job, and she has to work hard!

Just when the battlefield in front was stable and the hospital in the rear was operating efficiently, there was a sudden loud noise not far away.

"This, this is Father Naker!" The young man who was being bandaged shouted loudly.

"Only Father Naker's fist has such power!"

"Damn it! Something must have happened—otherwise Father Nucker wouldn't have done it."

Hearing such a voice, the young people who were slightly injured couldn't stand it anymore.

Those who haven't been bandaged don't wait any longer, they help each other stand up and run towards the direction of the sound.

Such a big movement...it really needs a fist as big as a casserole to do it.

Ah Yuan was of course anxious when he saw this, but 'Fist' was also very concerning.

If these people don't say anything, she even thinks that the enemy used cannons to attack.

"Miss."

Running around all the time, Miyamoto Musashi, who was used by one person as three people, suddenly stood behind A Yuan.

"Dear Musashi, it's just right for you to come. Go and see what's going on over there, and see if Father Naker needs help."

Although she had never met Father Nucker in person, she had heard of the name—not to mention that before the agreement between her and Giotto was over, he was also one of her own.

"No, compared to that side." She walked up to A Yuan and pushed her back, "There's also trouble here."