Chapter 471: Blood Spirit Flower

Late at night.

In the deep night, the distant mountains were shadowy.

The night wind was cold, blowing through the entire Red Flower Camp.

Not far away, the Canglin Xiancheng was still brightly lit at night. The orange-yellow radiance and the laughter and music drifting vaguely in the wind made the military camp appear even more lonely and desolate.

The wounded soldiers were gathered together.

Mu Lan patrolled at night, walked into the area where the wounded soldiers were gathered, and showed anger on her face.

Her divine sense perceived many wounded soldiers sleeping on the ground at night, shivering from the cold. Some were curled up in a ball, while others groaned in their sleep.

"What's going on? Why not activate the formation to make the tents warmer?!" Mu Lan glared at her subordinates, using divine sense to scold them.

Since the end of the ambush battle, huge pressure had been hanging over Mu Lan's heart.

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"Nowadays, many wounded soldiers are relying on military strength to barely hold on. Morale has dropped significantly, which will inevitably weaken military strength, and many wounded soldiers will be implicated, with light injuries turning into heavy injuries, and heavy injuries losing their lives."

The Upper General's Mansion of Old General Mu had become a target coveted by many civil and military officials in the court.

Mu Lan said confidently: "Of course I can. Tomorrow is the day for distributing military rations. With this batch of supplies, our days will be better, and we can catch our breath."

She cherished the gift from her father like a treasure.

Ensuring the warmth inside the tents was indeed something that Mu Lan felt could be reduced.

By the candlelight in front of the desk, Mu Lan continued to handle military affairs.

"What happened?" Mu Lan asked in a deep voice.

"Dad!" The child Mu Lan had been guarding the gate, and seeing her father, she called out happily, ran all the way, and then couldn't wait to throw herself into Old General Mu's arms.

Accounting was not something she was good at, nor was it her hobby.

Overwhelming sleepiness struck, and the exhausted Mu Lan fell asleep on the desk.

Now, let her give the order to fill with spirit stones and raise the temperature; she still couldn't give this order.

Mu Lan:...

Zhang Zhongyi was still treating the wounded.

Where did Old General Mu have a straight face: "Nonsense!"

"Eh? What is this?" Mu Lan pointed to Old General Mu's shoulder armor, "Dad, you have a flower growing on your shoulder."

"The more intense the war and the heavier the casualties, the more the Blood Spirit Flower will sprout and the brighter its color will be."

Mu Lan came to him, reached out to press him, her expression like iron: "Lie down and accept treatment."

Mu Lan refused immediately.

Mu Lan calculated for a long time, looking at the accounts, feeling as if she were falling into an abyss.

She had to calculate every account in detail, trying every possible way to save expenses.

The subordinate hurriedly reported: "General, our spirit stones are not enough; what should be reduced must be reduced."

Zhang Zhongyi said: "Most of the wounded are old soldiers in the army, and they have no resentment, only caring about the defeat."

Most of the wounded soldiers were lying on the ground, sleeping soundly on the floor.

The smell of blood, poison, and cold...

"Wait until tomorrow, tomorrow we will receive the military rations, and a small amount of spirit stones, at least we can improve the soldiers' food and maintain it for a while."

Mu Lan said in a deep voice: "We must do everything possible to cure them."

"Uncle Zhang, although our army has withdrawn from the battlefield, our situation is still dangerous." Zhang Zhongyi was stunned, then nodded slowly after a while, his voice hoarse: "That is indeed the case; it is my lack of consideration."

Old General Mu reached out, broke it off, and handed it to Mu Lan: "This is a Blood Spirit Flower."

Old General Mu turned his head to look at his left shoulder, and sure enough, he saw a bright red flower bud, rooted in the seam of the shoulder armor, swaying gently in the breeze.

The gap in the accounts was too large, so much so that Mu Lan didn't dare to hand the account book to the quartermaster.

"Don't mention this!"

The subordinate said: "We went to collect military rations, but the Xiancheng side said that the procedures were not complete, and we need to complete the procedures before they can release the rations."

"This is the true foundation of your Upper General's Mansion."

Mu Lan squeezed out a smile: "Uncle Zhang, although the military expenses are small, there is still some guarantee. You have been working hard for three days and three nights; what thoughts and emotions do the wounded have?"

Mu Lan fell into silence.

She was a tiger daughter of a general family and had always had a clear judgment of her own situation.

"It is a red flower irrigated with blood and life, and it is also the origin of our Mu family's Red Flower Camp name."

"Uncle Zhang, you defected to our army and donated almost all your family wealth; if you have to pawn your life-bound magic treasure now, how can I face my father?"

Zhang Zhongyi exhaled a turbid breath, his expression becoming much more relaxed: "That's good, that's good."

"We have too few doctors; even if I work from dawn to dusk, I cannot treat so many wounded."

It was the wounded on the stretchers who noticed Mu Lan and struggled to get up to salute.

Mu Lan walked out of the tent with a heavy heart.

"The conditions in the military camp are very bad, and even the temperature cannot be guaranteed."

"Even if it is placed on me, it won't play much of a role."

The pungent smell rushed to her face.

A moment later, in the main general's tent, Zhang Zhongyi dragged his exhausted body and reported to Mu Lan: "The situation is very bad."

"Uncle Zhang, I have been carefully taught by my father since I was a child, so don't worry, I have it all in mind."

Mu Lan's gaze was sharp: "This is absolutely not feasible! If it is pawned, it will undoubtedly expose our army's weakness. Not only is it a heavy blow to our morale, but it will also attract enemies to swarm in."

"After a few more such cold nights, I'm afraid many wounded will lose their lives." Mu Lan looked up at her father, her eyes full of worship and longing: "Dad."

"It is not a child's play, and war is not a game. Every war will have casualties and sacrifices. You will become the main general of the Red Flower Camp in the future; remember, do your best to reduce our army's sacrifices and irrigate the Blood Spirit Flower with the enemy's blood!"

Old General Mu returned to the camp after winning.

He knelt on one knee beside a stretcher, used his hand to take out the medicinal mud from the pottery jar, and applied it to the wounded's wound.

"You must respect it, respect every war."

But there was no way; the cruel and cold reality forced her to do so.

This time, Mu Lan was forced to join the army on behalf of her father, and it was they who did it.

Seeing the subordinate's urgent expression, she couldn't help but feel a strong sense of unease in her heart.

In silence, Mu Lan lifted the tent flap and entered the tent.

"I have reported to you before; this is the order you gave."

"General!" The wounded soldier choked.

From time to time, he activated his technique to help the wounded digest the medicinal power.

On the only twenty or so stretchers lay the seriously wounded.

"If it really doesn't work..."

Military expenses were so tight that even a few hundred spirit stones spent in one night made Mu Lan have to be penny-pinching.

Once the Red Flower Camp exposed its weakness, it would be like a prey's wound bleeding, and sharks would inevitably be attracted.

Zhang Zhongyi knew very well that Mu Lan was by no means stingy and would never deduct military expenses.

In a daze, she dreamed of her childhood.

She just opened her mouth, and her attention was attracted by a flower.

Zhang Zhongyi gave a bitter smile: "I am no longer Nascent Soul. I fell to Golden Core on the spot, and my life-bound magic treasure was also implicated, belonging to a defective product."

Zhang Zhongyi: "If we hold on, can we hold on?"

Seeing Mu Lan, Zhang Zhongyi just glanced at her and continued his treatment.

Mu Lan sighed in her heart.

"It grows fast and will die fast."

The subordinate reported urgently, and what she thought at the time was: "Cannot be short of compensation for the fallen soldiers; what should be saved must be saved!"

Zhang Zhongyi sighed and waved his hands at Mu Lan repeatedly.

"General, General, wake up!" The subordinate reported urgently, waking the sleeping Mu Lan.

He had just heard a bang; it was Mu Lan's forehead hitting his breastplate.

She preferred to gallop on the battlefield and shoot enemy chiefs with arrows!

"Why not pawn this treasure and exchange it for military expenses!" Zhang Zhongyi said.

"This kind of flower only grows and blooms on the battlefield."

"Wait until your injury is healed, and we will kill the enemy together." Mu Lan encouraged.

Zhang Zhongyi frowned: "Has the situation reached such a bad level? How much military expense is left?"

She quickly recalled that during the day, she was handling military affairs and worrying about the bottomless military expenses.

Speaking of this, Zhang Zhongyi took out a magic treasure and handed it to Mu Lan.

"Mu Lan, you are the only heir to the Upper General's Mansion; you must understand the weight of the Blood Spirit Flower!"

"Yes, General!" The wounded soldier was so excited that his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

"Hey, hey, slow down, slow down." Old General Mu couldn't stop her and could only kneel on the ground, helplessly opening his arms, trying to catch little Mu Lan with soft strength.

"The Blood Spirit Flower is not an ordinary flower; it cannot be kept alive."

Mu Lan was very happy: "This flower is so beautiful; I must raise it well."

Mu Lan looked up at her face, full of seriousness and solemnity. She said loudly: "Dad, I remember!"

Mu Lan was moved: "This is the magic treasure you have at the bottom of the box, how can it be taken to exchange for money?"

Zhang Zhongyi had not closed his eyes for three days and three nights, and she was the same, constantly patrolling the military camp, comforting the soldiers, and calculating accounts.

"They are all elite soldiers, good soldiers. If they die of illness in the military camp because of insufficient military expenses and insufficient treatment, it would be too regrettable."

She looked up and saw that the sunlight had already passed through the lifted tent flap and sprinkled into the tent.

A few wounded soldiers were in a semi-awake state because of the pain.

Military expenses were too tight!

"I haven't taken off my armor yet; I bumped you, didn't I?" Old General Mu asked with heartache.

After he left, Mu Lan frowned, her confident gaze dissipated, revealing hesitation and worry.

As a leader of an army, she must maintain confidence and a powerful atmosphere at all times. If the main general sighs and frowns, can she expect the morale to be maintained?

Mu Lan's expression stalled.

"We asked, it was the Army Supervisor's idea!"

"What?!" Mu Lan's eyes went black when she heard this.

The thing she worried about most had happened! This batch of military rations was life-saving food for the current Red Flower Camp.

"Zhao, Xi!" Mu Lan was furious, immediately organized her armor, put on a bright red cloak, and called a group of subordinates, "Go, this general will go and collect it personally; let's see who dares to stop me?!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 472 =====