Marshal Mo and his remaining soldiers fled all the way. Deputy General Chen led 50,000 troops to pursue the victory. He did not stop until he drove the Beichi army north of the Hulan River.

Besides, on the side of Lone Wolf City, a city was besieged by a large army. The city lord waved the small white flag and climbed the city tower, saying that he was willing to provide one thousand stones of food and five hundred sheep as supplies, and only asked the Donghuan army not to break Lone Wolf City.

Deputy General Xue immediately stepped forward: "You are a fool who is sending beggars. One thousand stones of grain and five hundred sheep are not enough for more than one hundred thousand troops to get stuck in the teeth!

I'll give you two days to quickly withdraw from Lone Wolf City and run away. If you don't leave in two days, I will attack the city and kill you and others without leaving!"

As soon as Deputy General Xue finished speaking, there were two loud "bang" and thick smoke rose from the two city gates in the north and south of Lone Wolf City. Not only was the city gate exploded, but half of the city gate tower was blown up, and the city lord was almost buried alive by bricks.

Only then did everyone in the Lone Wolf City realize that the Donghuan army said that they would give them two days to escape, not to trick them into opening the city gate, but to let them run away. They had such a way to break the city gate, and if they wanted to massacre the city, they would have no way to survive.

The city lord was extremely frightened, helped a guard, and ran to the city lord's mansion with a limp. Now the city gate is broken, and the most important thing is to pack up and run away. What if the Donghuan army regrets it and refuses to let them go!?

"Oh, this lone wolf city is not good. The city walls and gates are not as strong as those of Hutou City." Deputy General Xue scratched his chin, "Master Marshal, why don't we catch some strong men to repair the city wall?"

Si Haochen did not answer, but the city guard standing on the city wall was shocked. They didn't know how Donghuan treated the captives, but Beichi just grabbed them and worked as a hard worker, and they were all executed if they were useless.

The soldiers guarding the city were no longer calm. The city gate was gone, so why should I guard it? Run away quickly!

Soon, the news that the Donghuan army was going to catch the coolies and repair the city wall spread wildly. The people in the city were afraid that they would be caught and ran away with the strong men. In less than half a day, the Lone Wolf City, which was originally crowded with "refugees" in Hutou City, became an empty city.

With the experience of stationing in Hutou City, the army stationed in Lone Wolf City step by step, and the restoration work was also carried out in an orderly manner.

After Deputy General Chen returned, he reported to the Grand Marshal the movements of the Beichi Army. Si Haochen left 80,000 troops to guard the Lone Wolf City, and brought the remaining troops and wounded soldiers back to the camp where he had been stationed, intending to repair it and return to Hutou City to station.

The Grand Marshal returned triumphantly, and the camp was filled with joy. After that, the busiest people were the troop soldiers and the military doctors. Although this battle was not tragic, there were also casualties. The military doctors were so busy that they hit the back of the head.

There were not many wounded soldiers in the injured barracks before, and several military doctors could take care of them, so Mingruo did not go to help. Now, seeing the injured soldiers being sent back one after another, she could not sit still, so she carried the medicine box and ran to the injured barracks.

Si Haochen did not stop him, but just followed him, moved a chair, and sat aside and watched her.

When Mingruo joined the treatment, several military doctors felt that the pressure was reduced sharply, because as soon as Doctor Ming took action, the superiority and inferiority were obvious. With almost the same injury, Doctor Ming could cure two or three of them. Moreover, the medication was accurate than them, the suture was faster than them, and the wounded soldiers suffered less pain.

At this time, let alone being an expert military doctor, even the wounded soldiers could see that Doctor Ming’s medical skills were definitely a few streets higher than other military doctors.

Everyone originally recognized that Dr. Xu is the best Chinese medicine skill among several military doctors. Therefore, many people don’t believe it, and Dr. Xu also studied medical skills with Dr. Ming.

Now, everyone believes it.

Mingruo found that the Northwest Army was still very humane. Generally speaking, it is a common practice to give priority to treating critically injured patients. But the reality is cruel. In the army, minor injuries will be given priority to treating minor injuries. After all, minor injuries mean combat effectiveness. If the injuries are too serious, they will be disabled even if they are rescued and cannot go to the battlefield again.

However, in the Northwest Army, those who were not seriously injured would consciously stay behind and asked the doctor to treat the seriously injured comrades first. After they found that Doctor Ming was excellent in medical skills, they would even bring the more critically injured soldiers over to treat her.

Mingruo felt very pleased and moved. Only such people with flesh and blood and emotions would love their family and comrades deeply, and love the territory they guarded deeply.

She asked her personal soldiers to bring all the well water she had littered out of the space and looked at the number of wounded soldiers: "Are all wounded soldiers here?"

"Yes, Doctor Ming."

Ming Ruo estimated that one cup per person should be enough: "This is the medicine I have refined, which can promote wound healing and reduce the risk of high fever caused by suppuration in the wound."

Ming Ruo took out a small measuring cup from the medicine box and handed it to his personal soldiers: "Get some bowls, and each person will serve one cup for the wounded soldiers to drink."

"Yes." The personal soldiers took the order and left, and soon began to distribute the 'potentials'.

In order not to arouse suspicion, Mingruo added some borneol to the jar of Jingshui before. This thing tasted quite 'top' and he knew it was a medicine as soon as he smelled it.

After Mingruo dealt with the last injury in his hand, he was so tired that he couldn't straighten his waist.

Si Haochen hurriedly stepped forward to support her: "It's time for us to go back."

"Ah, you're still here." Ming Ruo was busy all the time, thinking that Si Haochen had already returned to the tent. In the military camp, Si Haochen was very busy every day.

"Yes." Si Haochen responded.

He helped Mingruo out of the wounded camp, and carried her on her back, used her light skills to go straight to the tent. The temperature difference between day and night in the northwest was large, and even in summer, the night wind blew on her face a little cold. In addition, Si Haochen was still wearing armor, and his back was cold and hard.

To be honest, it was not easy to be carried by Si Haochen like this. But this solid back made Mingruo feel safe and secure.

Si Haochen directly carried Ming Ruo into the back tent, put her on the chair, and turned around to hold the lights.

When the personal soldiers saw the prince come back, they hurriedly brought in hot water for bathing and midnight snacks.

Si Haochen sent his personal soldiers out, and while removing the armor, he said, "You wash first."

Mingruo took off his outer robe, and when he turned around, he saw Si Haochen taking off his black robe. There was a dazzling blood stain on his white midi and a hole in his sleeve: "Ah! You are injured!"

Si Haochen glanced at the wound and didn't care much: "It's okay, it's just a small injury."

"Come here to show me." Ming Ruo opened the medicine box and waved to Si Haochen.

Si Haochen walked over, Mingruo cut off his sleeve with scissors, and saw the three-inch-long wound on his upper arm. Some blood was solidified at the wound, which looked a bit scary. But according to Mingruo's experience, the wound should not be deep.

Mingruo was a little worried and started the medical system for detailed examination. Fortunately, he did not hurt his nerves and blood vessels, which was considered a skin trauma.
Chapter completed!