Poor mulberry, barracks.
Qingkui lives in Xiaofeng's military tent, but she can't be idle. Although the battle between gods and demons is not fierce, casualties are inevitable. And the Demon Race has never been accompanied by a military doctor, and those seriously injured soldiers will not be brought back, and they just gritted their teeth and waited to die under the city.
The demons have always been bloodthirsty and warlike, disregarding the lives of others, and not cherishing their own lives. But Aoi couldn't see it.
In the camp, she looked at Qiongsang from a distance, looked at the struggling demon soldiers below the city, and asked Gu Haichao, "Can't those wounded demon soldiers be rescued?"
"Rescued?" Gu Haichao looked puzzled, and the guards in the camp also looked over.
Qing Kui said: "With me here, as long as they can come back alive, maybe they can be saved."
Gu Haichao finally came to his senses, and he persuaded tactfully: "Princess, although Your Majesty has abolished the ban on medical treatment, the tens of thousands of years of tradition of the demon race cannot be easily reversed by an edict. Especially these soldiers, among them Everyone here is proud to die in battle. If you insist on saving her, I'm afraid you will be disrespectful to the princess."
Qing Kui said: "No matter what they think, this princess, as a doctor, can't just ignore death."
What can Gu Haichao do? He glanced at the guards in the camp and said, "Can't you hear what the princess said?"
The guards glanced at each other, still embarrassed: "But... there is no regulation in the camp to bring back the wounded soldiers, I'm afraid it will shake the morale of the army. Turn around and blame your Highness..."
Gu Haichao was about to scold him, when suddenly, Xiaofeng came back from the city. Holding a few ginseng fruits in his hands, he offered them to Qing Kui like a treasure.
"It's too hot, eat a few fruits to cool off." With a look of hospitality, he peeled off the skin of the green sunflower with his scythe.
The battalion general, Blood Bat, was the first to go out. After he left, the half-eyed guards also quickly went out to carry the wounded soldiers.
Qing Kui held the ginseng fruit and lightly took a bite. Sure enough, it is the fruit of the fairy world, the juice is sweet, and the mouth produces fluid. A self-disciplined person like her is greedy for this appetite.
Seeing that she liked it, Xie Feng was very pleased: "If you like it, you can also prepare some on Zhuoxin Island later."
Qing Kui said: "Aren't the two races of gods and demons at war? How did you get this fruit?"
The mocking wind chuckled: "The gods and demons have been at war for many years, and everyone is used to it. Do you think anyone in the two worlds cares about it? Only that silly brother Shaodian Yuanxiu really takes it seriously. I'll get some fairy fruits, A piece of cake."
As soon as he said this, the guards in the other half of the battalion who had no winks also went out to carry the wounded soldiers!
——This is a fairy fruit planted by God Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the Earth Immortal. Even the Protoss, only the Gods have a few supply quotas every year.
Before Qing Kui had finished eating a single ginseng fruit, the battalion guard, General Blood Bat with bat wings, personally carried the wounded soldier back. He quickly put the wounded soldiers in front of Qing Kui, his enthusiasm seemed to bite someone: "Princess, please rest assured, as long as these wounded soldiers are still alive, whether they want to or not, they will all be brought back!"
Qing Kui got up immediately and saluted him, "Thank you, General Blood Bat."
The blood bat was flattered, and looked at Qing Kui's side again, with a mocking smile on his face. Xiaofeng used the scythe to peel ginseng fruit for Qingkui, and said with a smile: "Come on, eat another one."
—If he had a tail, he would have turned into a Hot Wheels by now.
"It will be an honor to serve the princess at the end!" General Blood Bat kowtowed again and again, immediately full of energy.
—All of them must be brought back, but those who refuse to come back will be brought back even if their hands and feet are broken!
Sure enough, not long after Qing Kui sat there, those magic soldiers with missing arms and legs were all carried back to the camp.