Muhan Shuangcheng

"General, General Chen and General Wang are back," said the soldiers outside the tent.

"Let them in." Seeing Chen Niantian and Wang Haichang in distress, Mu Han frowned slightly, "You two generals have worked hard, please sit down."

Although Wang Haichang hastily wiped the blood on his face and body, he still couldn't hide his embarrassment. He took a sip of tea and said, "General, if you didn't withdraw in time today, you might not see the last two generals."

Chen Niantian then briefly told the story, reported the casualties, and asked Mu Han what plans he had next.

"Next, the whole army rests for two days to adjust their condition. I will lead them to face Wen Pinming and completely eliminate his vigilance. In addition, ask General Cui to send someone to inform Ouyang Lu so that he can arrange the ambush. Try to Let's end this war soon, and let everyone go back and have a good year." Mu Han said.

After hearing this, Chen Niantian and Wang Haichang both showed smiles. After chatting for a while, Mu Han asked them to go down to rest. After these days of fighting against Wen Pinming, they saw soldiers killed and injured every day. Not only did they realize that The gap between my own army and others, I also realized the importance of peace. Those who fight and kill, people I know or don’t know fall down every day and don’t get up anymore. Warlike Wang Haichang also suddenly hates war. Regarding what Mu Han said just now, after going back for a good year, yearning was born from the bottom of my heart.Even if he had never married a wife and started a family, setting a fire in the barracks, sitting around with a few acquaintances and drinking some wine was better than being in this desolate border.

"General Wang, I want to see the situation of the wounded soldiers, do you want to go together?" Chen Niantian said, today is the most intense fight so far, and more people were injured. "I'll go with you." Wang Haichang replied.

All the wounded soldiers were moved to several relatively large tents, with light and heavy wounds separated from each other. Before they got close, the two of them could smell the strong smell of blood and the sound of painful groans. In a tent, whether lying, sitting, or standing, everyone has injuries to varying degrees. This is the cruelty of war. It destroys the homes of an unknown number of people, takes away an unknown number of fresh lives, and makes the elderly lose their lives. Son, let a woman lose her husband, and a child lose her father.

The camp they entered was a camp for minor injuries, at least their limbs were still intact. As soon as the two entered, they saw the medical workers busy shuttling back and forth. Some wounded saw them, and those who could stand stood up, and the medical workers also stopped. With the work in hand, they asked in unison, "Hello, General." The people behind also heard it, and also greeted them. For a while, the tent was full of greetings, which diluted a little bit of the dull feeling.

Wang Haichang quickly waved his hand, "There is no need to be polite, General Chen and I came to see everyone." Wang Haichang has a bold personality and has no airs. Many people like him very much. All returned to their original appearance.

Wang Haichang moved among the wounded. He saw this man with his hands bound and that man with his feet bound. A figure in the far corner of the camp caught his attention. His thin shoulders and back seemed to be injured on his right arm, because there were not enough medical workers. We can only give priority to the treatment of serious injuries and minor injuries as appropriate, and some of them apply medicine and bandage themselves.

This man injured his right arm, his clothes were half-faded, and his back was facing Wang Haichang. Wang Haichang saw that he was holding gauze in his left hand, which was clumsily wrapped around his right shoulder. Come to help you." Then he took the gauze and unwrapped it before, only to see a gunshot wound on the white shoulder, not long, but deep, the skin and flesh of the wound were turned over, the color of the medicine It was purple again, making the wound look particularly ferocious, and against the fair skin, Wang Haichang, who was used to seeing wounds, couldn't bear it for a while.

Liu Qi was enduring the pain to bandage the wound, when his eyes darkened, he squatted down alone, before he could react to what he said, someone took the gauze in his hand.Looking up, this... Isn't this their General Wang?

Before he could say the refusal, Wang Haichang applied the medicine skillfully, and then wrapped the gauze.The action is not light, and the wrapping is not as good as that of the medical staff, but it is much better than Liu Qi wrapping himself.

Liu Qi looked sideways at Wang Haichang after wrapping the gauze, and then tied the knot, which was much better than wrapping it by himself, "Thank you, General Wang."

"You're welcome, it's just a trivial matter." Wang Haichang said with a smile, "It's cold, put on your clothes quickly, and you won't get the cold." He pulled up Liu Qi's half-faded shirt and tied the belt.