The night was deep.
Yet Bingzhou City was ablaze with light, as bright as day.
The cacophony of assaulting yells, curses, and noisy clamor echoed to the heavens.
The Qi Army had brought in heavy equipnt, launching massive stone bullets from outside the city. So fell into the Moat, splashing water with a thud, while others struck the city walls, creating craters and making a terrifyingly loud noise.
The horror was imaginable.
Xiaoman watched as Feng Yun was about to leave the house, afraid she might impulsively go to the frontline.
"Miss, please don’t go."
Feng Yun looked down at the girl tugging at her sleeve and smiled, "I’m going to find dical Officer Puyang to see if there’s any place we can lend a hand."
There were only two dical officers in the camp.
One was Puyang Jiu, and the other was a doctor with the surna Liu, a quack who could treat so external injuries—everyone just called him Old Liu.
The rest was self-aid for the wounded.
Puyang Jiu and Old Liu shuttled between the wounded soldiers, surprised to see Feng Yun appear with two maid servants.
"Why has Miss Feng co here?"
Upon hearing that a young lady had arrived, the soldiers who were lying on the ground groaning in pain imdiately shut their mouths and waited quietly for treatnt.
In the presence of a young lady, the lads refused to show weakness.
Feng Yun glanced at the situation in the injured room and said to Puyang Jiu:
"We have nothing to do, so we ca to help out."
Puyang Jiu was taken aback and, recalling the sharp gaze of Pei Jue, made a wry bow and pleaded for rcy.
"This is no place for a young lady, Miss Feng, please go back."
The soldiers lay one after another on the ground, the air filled with a heavy stench of blood, and also foot odor, sweat sll, and all sorts of odd scents. Puyang Jiu did not think a delicately brought up lady from a noble family like Feng Yun could withstand it.
Unexpectedly, Feng Yun was quite calm, smiled, squatted down to assist Old Liu, and began to bandage a soldier with a broken leg. Seeing the soldier grimace in pain but refuse to make a sound, she gently persuaded him.
"You should shout when it hurts, there’s no sha in it. Yelling can help alleviate the pain. Why don’t you give it a try?"
The soldier opened his mouth wide and let out two low growls.
Feng Yun smiled again, "If that doesn’t work, cursing loudly is also an option."
This remark amused the wounded, and he grinned painfully, his cheeks contorted, while the others laughed out loud.
Puyang Jiu watched coldly, thinking that Feng Shi Er Niang was indeed an interesting woman. In comparison, his somber friend, General Pei, could certainly be deed as dull...
A great wooden stump t a small white rabbit.
Unless the small white rabbit bumped into it on its own, what could one expect of the stump?
Puyang Jiu knew that Pei Jue had not yet consummated his marriage with her and inwardly lit a candle for his friend, before clearing his throat and smiling at everyone:
"Brothers, you may not be aware, but we’ve been running out of dicine in the camp. Old Liu and I have been so worried these past few days, unable to enjoy food or get any sleep. Fortunately, Miss Feng has brought us dicine. The fact that you all have dicine to use today is all thanks to Miss Feng’s efforts."
He generously attributed all credit to Feng Yun.
"Everyone should rember Miss Feng’s kindness today. She spent three days gathering dicinal materials from everywhere, found doctors, and made these precious bottles of antiseptic dicine..."
The soldiers had all seen examples of n dying in agonizing pain without dicine.
Bringing dicine was the sa as saving lives.
The wounded looked at Feng Yun with a different kind of gaze.
She was no longer just a dazzlingly beautiful woman, but rather a fairy who had descended from the heavens, a benefactor sent by the gods...
Feng Yun’s expression was serene, listening to those words of gratitude. She was neither excited nor modest, just quietly smiling, doing what she could with the help of her two maid servants.
The more Puyang Jiu observed this young lady, the more he saw her extraordinary qualities.
Unperturbed by honor or disgrace, it was not sothing everyone could achieve.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Those previous words, let them be thanks for Feng Yun’s gift of dicine. It would leave a good reputation for her in the Beiyong Army, which might be beneficial for her in the future.
He planned for Pei Jue in the long term, but Feng Yun only took care of the present, completely unaware that dical Officer Puyang had already imagined much of her and Pei Jue’s future...
By the ti they were finished here, another batch of wounded was brought in.
Along with them ca news of the front lines.
"Have the Qi Army reached the city walls yet?"
"In their dreams. We’ve pulled up the drawbridge, and with such a wide moat, they can’t possibly reach us so quickly..."
"Are there many?"
"Many. A dense mass advancing like ants, it’s hard to make out..."
"Then the ones who ca this ti must be the Qi Army’s main force, right?"
Feng Yun had never been on a battlefield, but she had read so books.
She even rembered a phrase her mother had left in a military treatise.
"Without disparity in weaponry, what matters are strength, formations, army morale, and the will of the Commander, the soldiers’ perseverance and execution. More urgently, it’s the consumption of weapons and provisions..."
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