The Green Wood Camp was lit up like daylight.
Soldiers continuously brought in wagons filled with spoils of war and injured soldiers from outside the camp. At this moment, the militiamen were cleaning up the battlefield outside, making the entire camp appear even busier after the battle.
Despite the hustle and bustle, there was an air of prosperity.
Outside the main general’s tent, many officers and soldiers gathered around, peering anxiously inside.
“How is Young Hero Li?”
“When the Cold Fairy brought him back, he looked really frightening.”
“He must not be in any trouble. If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t be standing here now.”
“Good people have good luck. Perhaps Young Hero Li will become the top of the Qianlong List one day. Having broken through thousands of troops, how could he fall within the camp?”
“I won’t feel at ease until I see him wake up.”
Though there were many soldiers outside, they did not dare to speak loudly and all watched the tent anxiously.
Inside.
The acclaimed hero, Young Hero Li, lay on the bed, his face pale, breathing faintly.
The old military doctor was taking his pulse. After a while, he stroked his beard and sighed.
Ying Bing frowned slightly.
She had just checked him when she was wiping his body. Though he appeared severely injured, he was not at d*ath’s door; medicine could still help.
What does the sigh mean?
Qu Sheng coughed and asked:
“How is he?”
“Young Hero Li’s body truly has divine qualities. After such a great battle, he only suffered some damage to his meridians and exhaustion. With rest, he can recover quickly. As for you, Commander…”
“Let’s talk about my affairs later. First, prepare medicine for Young Hero Li.”
Qu Sheng finally let out a sigh of relief and stopped the old military doctor from continuing.
“Young Hero Li’s condition can be treated with nourishing medicine.”
The old military doctor wanted to say more but could only write as he spoke.
As soon as he finished, soldiers ran to fetch the medicine.
Some needed to be boiled, while others were already prepared by the army and could be taken with water.
After completing everything, he looked at Qu Sheng.
“Commander, you…”
“Let’s go outside and talk.”
Qu Sheng stood up, lifted the tent flap, and stepped out. However, he paused when he opened the door.
There were more soldiers than he expected.
Outside, there was a murmur of thousands of soldiers, though they had not made much noise before.
Probably, all the soldiers and officers without logistical duties had come.
This kind of reputation, even a prince’s arrival would not surpass. He saw himself in their eyes.
When Prince led them to slay the demon king, what more could Young Hero Li do today?
If Young Hero Li raised his arm, his brothers would follow him to the ends of the earth…
As long as this Young Hero Li lived and continued to rise, his brothers would have hope.
The Green Wood Camp would not disperse.
“Commander, how are you?”
“Has Young Hero Li woken up?”
Anxiously suppressed inquiries.
Qu Sheng cleared his throat and did not answer the first question, reassuring them:
“Young Hero Li has not yet woken up, but there is no serious problem. With proper care, he will wake up.”
After the words fell, the tense atmosphere seemed to ease a bit. The iron-blooded men showed a relieved expression.
Qu Sheng turned his head and looked inside the tent again, then said:
“Alright, everyone go get some rest. Miss Ying is treating Young Hero Li’s injuries.”
“For those who have nothing else to do, go make dumplings. Winter Solstice is coming, let’s all eat together.”
With that, he took the old military doctor and left.
In the empty space, few people came, leaving it covered in snow.
A white figure in the snow, like a white horse amidst reeds, appeared increasingly frail.
Qu Sheng turned around and asked softly:
“Do you think my time is near?”
The doctor wanted to comfort him but, under Qu Sheng’s gaze, he honestly said:
“This winter.”
Commander Qu appeared merely aged, but he was like burnt-out firewood, where ordinary longevity medicines were ineffective.
He knew that perhaps the Imperial Capital or those hidden great families might have miraculous treasures that could extend life, which might work.
But such treasures were priceless.
Qu Sheng lowered his eyelids, calmly facing the imminent d*ath. He looked up at the silver moon in the snow:
“Before Prince arrives, only you and I know about this.”
As ancient heroes and beauties do not allow aging to show.
But whoever resists this day, no matter how talented, will gradually become like demons, such as Han Zhen.
He would not become such a person.
…
In front of the main general’s tent.
Some soldiers were reluctant to leave, but the medicinal soup had been prepared by Ying Bing and taken inside.
A gust of wind blew, lifting the tent flap slightly.
It was seen that the woman, who resembled the cold moon outside, touched the spoon with her red lips, gently blowing on the soup to cool it down before feeding it to Li Mo.
“Shall we go make dumplings?”
“Why should we make dumplings?”
“Child, listen to me. Let’s go make dumplings.”
“I’m good at flipping dumpling skins, let’s do it together.”
“Alright, let’s go make dumplings~!”
The soldiers left murmuring.
While making dumplings, they even carefully pulled down the tent flap, tying it securely so the cold wind outside couldn’t blow it open.
Inside the tent.
Ying Bing finished feeding the soup and then applied ointment to his wounds.
Her eyes were deep, her fair fingers gently touching the scars on his body. She knew these injuries, though frightening, were not fatal, but her teeth, biting her lip, became increasingly clenched.
It hurts, right.
Like today, she had condensed the form of a phoenix deity using true phoenix feathers. How could she let him charge alone?
She wished she were stronger.
Her cool little hand gently touched his face, his mouth, nose, eyes…
Suddenly, his lips parted, and he muttered weakly:
“Ice Chunk, we won after this battle.”
“What happened to… the gift you promised me?”
Ying Bing’s fingers curled slightly, her worried eyes turning complex.
Just moments ago, he had taken countless heads and captured banners in battle, but now he was muttering such nonsense in his sleep?
What hero…
Clearly, he was still a childish ghost.
At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ear:
[Sorting all the geniuses within the South Border…]
[Comparing the host’s combat strength…]
Ying Bing was stunned.
There had been too many major events recently, causing her to overlook it.
The system rankings she had set up herself indicated that today was indeed the time for comparison.
Combat strength was calculated based on recent and future capabilities.
Ying Bing looked at Li Mo. Given his current injuries, it would take some time to recover.
Doesn’t that mean…
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