Chapter 100: The Third Camp.
Zhao Wuwei led the convoy, slowly moving toward the Third Camp. The wheels churned slowly on the bumpy road, making a dull, rhythmic sound.
For the next three days, the journey was uneventful, without any further danger.
Everyone's frayed nerves gradually relaxed, the tension and fatigue from the thrilling battle dissipating in the tranquility of the journey.
One evening, the afterglow of the setting sun poured freely across the landscape, tinting everything in it a warm orange-red.
It was then that they finally arrived at the Third Camp.
From afar, the Third Camp was imposing, an impenetrable steel fortress, firmly planted upon this weathered landscape.
The camp was surrounded by a towering, thick wall, each stone meticulously carved and seamlessly laid together.
At regular intervals along the walls stood watchtowers. Soldiers stood erect, their postures erect, intently monitoring every movement around them, ever vigilant for any potential danger.
(Figure 1, Third Camp)
Upon entering the camp, one could see its meticulously organized layout.
In the distance, rows of tents stood neatly arranged, like a formation of soldiers about to be reviewed, their orderliness unwavering.
Wide, flat passages between the tents greatly facilitated the movement of personnel and the transport of supplies.
The camp was bustling with activity.
Soldiers were tirelessly carrying supplies, while others meticulously polished their weapons.
On the training grounds in the distance, soldiers were engaged in intense training.
Their chants were deafening, and their perfectly coordinated movements demonstrated their strong discipline and exceptional combat effectiveness.
Lancets gleamed a cold, sharp light in the twilight, and the soldiers wielded them with vigor and strength.
Zhao Wuwei methodically directed the soldiers to carefully unload the herbs from the wagons.
Each package of herbs held the promise of healing the wounded, making them particularly precious. The soldiers handled them with extreme caution, fearing even the slightest mishap.
He then instructed his men to lead the horses away and properly accommodate them, allowing them, weary from the journey, to rest and recuperate.
The injured were temporarily sent to the wounded camp, where they were treated by the accompanying spiritual masters and physicians.
After completing his arrangements, Zhao Wuwei headed straight for the tent of Marquis Song Yao, the supreme leader of the Third Battalion.
The central military tent was furnished with a simple yet dignified design. A large camp table sat in the center, piled high with military maps and documents.
Marquis Song Yao, dressed in opulent attire, exuded a noble air despite being in a military camp.
He has a resolute face and deep eyes, revealing the calmness and wisdom of a veteran.
Zhao Wuwei stepped into the tent, gave a respectful standard military salute, and said in a loud voice: "Marquis Song Yao,
Zhao Wuwei is here to report!"
Marquis Song Yao nodded slightly, motioned for him to sit down, looked at him gently and said: "Xiao Zhao, thank you for your hard work in escorting the herbs this time. I heard from the other groups that they encountered attacks along the way."
"Can you tell me in detail what the situation is on your side?"
After Zhao Wuwei sat down, his expression was serious and he began to narrate in a clear and orderly manner: "Marquis, while escorting the herbs this time, we were attacked by two groups of people. The attackers were two soul masters, one with the Plate Rhino Martial Spirit and the other with the Gale Demon Wolf Martial Spirit. Both of them were four-ring soul masters. They were both killed and their bodies were brought back with the convoy."
After describing the attack he encountered, Zhao Wuwei continued: "As for Zhang Feng's side, they encountered two soul masters, a Sanming soul master, two great soul masters, and dozens of ordinary soldiers in the mountains and forests." "
One of the attackers possessed the White Tiger Spirit, and another the Mysterious Nether Shield Spirit. Ultimately, only the White Tiger Spirit Master escaped; the others were killed." "
By the way, before I arrived, the Wang siblings and another girl were there and provided great assistance," Zhao Wuwei added.
"Wang siblings, which Wang family?" Marquis Song Yao asked. "The Wang family, the Lord of Longxing City," Zhao Wuwei replied.
Marquis Song Yao frowned slightly and asked, "I understand. Have you found out their origins?"
Zhao Wuwei replied, "Based on their martial spirits and their style of behavior, the White Tiger Spirit Masters are most likely from the Dai family of the Xingluo Empire, or they are disciples of the White Tiger Sect. They have always been arrogant and domineering."
"This action is probably to achieve some purpose, or they are instructed by someone to destroy our supply chain."
Marquis Song Yao tapped the table lightly and said after a moment of thought, "The Xingluo Empire has been very active recently. It seems they have some plans for our Third Battalion."
"Thanks to your timely arrival this time, we were able to protect the herbs and the safety of everyone. You did a great job."
Zhao Wuwei quickly stood up and said humbly, "Your Excellency the Marquis, you are too kind. This is not just my work."
"We were also accompanied by several spirit masters from the Qingmu Pharmacy. They also showed great bravery in the battle, facing powerful enemies without fear. They made great efforts to protect the herbs. They all suffered varying degrees of injuries."
"And Miss Ah Yin and the Wang brothers and sisters who happened to pass by. They also lent a hand and provided us with great help at a critical moment."
Marquis Song Yao nodded slightly and said, "I've made a note of all this."
"Qingmu Pharmacy, that's the pharmacy that has emerged in Longxing Town in recent years!"
"After this battle, it's enough to prove their strength and responsibility. In the future, they will serve as one of the camp's exclusive herbal medicine suppliers."
"I think it's time to reward them for their service." "
As for the Wang brothers and sisters, their contributions shouldn't go unnoticed either. I'll send them generous rewards as a token of my gratitude," Marquis Song Yao said after a moment's thought.
Zhao Wuwei nodded in agreement, then continued, "This incident has exposed loopholes in our supply transportation. I hope Your Excellency will strengthen our precautions to prevent such incidents from happening again."
Marquis Song Yao nodded and said, "You're right. I'll redeploy the transportation routes and security forces."
"You should rest first. I'll take care of the follow-up matters."
Zhao Wuwei saluted again and said, "Thank you, Your Excellency. I'll take my leave."
He then left the tent and prepared to visit his injured comrades in the wounded barracks.
(Image 2, Central Army Tent)
(Image 3, Marquis Song Yao)
Meanwhile, as Liu Feng and the other injured were being taken to the wounded barracks, a thin, elderly man hurriedly approached.
He wore a plain robe embroidered with a few pale green sacred grass patterns, which fluttered gently in the breeze, exuding a gentle aura.
His snow-white hair was neatly tied back, a few strands of silver falling across his wrinkled face, yet never a trace of disorder.
His eyebrows, like two white feathers, were slightly raised, revealing a kind and gentle expression.
His eyes were small, but full of light, always gleaming with concern, as if he could discern the pain of the wounded. His nose was high, and his lips were slightly chapped, yet they couldn't hide the warm smile that always graced his lips.
This old man was Elder Sun, the attending soul master of the Third Battalion, a Level 38 Soul Master whose martial soul was the extremely special Sacred Land Grass.
At this moment, Elder Sun was accompanied by several young physicians, all of whom were his disciples.
Elder Sun's eyes were filled with kindness and concern. He quickly glanced around, then methodically directed his physicians to properly place everyone in bed.
He first walked up to the doctor in charge of trauma treatment and said seriously, "Xiao Li, you are experienced. This lady's arms were pierced and the injury is serious. The wound has begun to swell and there is a risk of infection." "
First, wash the wound thoroughly with clean water. Be sure to be gentle and don't hurt her again."
"After washing, apply more of our special anti-inflammatory ointment, and then bandage it carefully with clean gauze. Each layer must be wrapped tightly to prevent the wound from being infected again."
Doctor Li nodded quickly, walked quickly to Aunt Liu's bed, and began to treat the wound carefully.
After that, Old Sun turned to the doctor in charge of frostbite treatment and patiently instructed, "Xiao Wang, this little brother's arms are severely frostbitten. The skin has turned blue and purple, and his fingers have lost sensation."
"Heat the blood-activating potion you prepared earlier to a suitable temperature, and let his hands soak for a quarter of an hour first,
During this time, you must constantly observe his reactions and adjust the water temperature appropriately. "
While soaking, gently massage his arms to help the medicine penetrate and promote blood circulation."
After receiving the order, Doctor Wang quickly prepared the potion, gently placed Liu Feng's hands in the potion, and began to operate carefully.
For those with internal injuries, Elder Sun personally went to their bedside, carefully felt their pulses, and observed their complexion.
After assessing the injuries, he called several young doctors behind him and said seriously, "Xiao Zhang, Xiao Chen, look, this injured person's face is as pale as paper, his breathing is weak, and his Qi and blood are severely deficient."
"The injured person's cough is bloody, obviously
he has a serious abdominal injury." "First, go and get the tonic medicine I prepared earlier, feed them each a dose, and then closely observe their symptoms. Record them every hour, and notify me immediately if there are any abnormalities."
Several doctors nodded and took action quickly.
After assessing the injuries, Elder Sun took a deep breath and prepared to use his soul skills.
Soul power surged around him, and a purple, thousand-year soul ring emitting a mysterious and powerful light slowly rose from his feet.
Then, golden holy light burst out from his hands like a surging torrent, enveloping every injured person.
"Third Soul Skill: Holy Light Shining."
A golden light emanated from Elder Sun. This holy light was gentle and warm, like a mother's soft hand, gently caressing the wounded, healing their physical and mental pain bit by bit.
The spirit skill continued to be released for a full quarter of an hour. Under the constant nourishment of this warm holy light, everyone felt a significant improvement in their physical condition.
Liu Feng also felt a significant improvement in his hands. His hands, which had previously been numb, were now painful and itchy.
He guessed that new muscle tissue was growing and the vitality of his arms was slowly returning.
Elder Sun paused his spirit skill and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His face looked slightly tired, but his eyes revealed relief and satisfaction.
He looked at everyone and said gently, "Get some sleep today, and we will have the second treatment tomorrow.
I believe that it won't be long before you all recover."
With that, he turned and walked out.
As he reached the door, he seemed to suddenly remember something important. He quickly called one of the doctors over and whispered, "Xiao Zhang, don't forget to prepare the medicine for them. Also, have the kitchen bring them dinner first. The medicine soup should be taken half an hour after dinner. Don't make any mistakes. It's crucial to their recovery."
Doctor Zhang nodded quickly and replied seriously, "Don't worry, Mr. Sun. I won't forget. I promise to take care of it."
Not long after, a soldier brought dinner.
Served on simple ceramic tableware, the meal consisted of one meat dish, two vegetable dishes, a soup, and snow-white, fluffy steamed buns. Everyone's meal was identical.
While not sumptuous, it was invaluable to everyone, hungry after a day's travels
. Every bite was filled with warmth and satisfaction.
Everyone sat together and devoured the food, their fatigue of the day seemingly vanishing in that moment.
After dinner, Doctor Xiao Zhang duly brought the medicine soup.
The medicinal soup, served in a black porcelain bowl, exuded a strong bitter aroma that made anyone frown at the mere smell.
But everyone knew it was a good remedy for wounds, so despite the bitter taste, they all picked up their bowls and drank it all in one gulp. After finishing the medicine, they all fell into a deep sleep.