Chapter 471

Late at night.

In the deep night, the mountains in the distance were shadowy.

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

Not far away, the Canglin Immortal City was still brightly lit at night. The orange-yellow brilliance and the laughter and music drifting vaguely from the wind made the military camp look even more isolated, cold, and lonely.

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 spiritual sense detected many wounded soldiers sleeping on the ground at night, shivering from the cold. Some curled up in a ball, and some groaned in their sleep.

"What's going on? Why not activate the formation to make the tents warmer?!" Mu Lan glared at the left and right, used spiritual sense to transmit, and scolded her subordinates.

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 support themselves. Morale has dropped significantly, which will inevitably weaken military strength, and many wounded soldiers will be implicated, turning minor injuries into serious ones, and serious injuries losing their lives."

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

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

She cherished the gift from her father like a treasure.

Ensuring the warmth inside the tent, in Mu Lan's view, indeed belonged to the object that 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 already 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 what she was good at, nor was it her hobby.

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

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

Mu Lan:...

Zhang Zhongyi was still treating the wounded.

Who knew that Old General Mu would pull a long 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, the heavier the casualties, the more the Blood Spirit Flower sprouts, and the brighter the color."

Mu Lan came to him, pressed him down, her expression like iron: "Lie down, accept treatment."

Mu Lan refused immediately.

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

She had to calculate every account carefully, trying every possible way to save expenses from all aspects.

The subordinate hurriedly reported: "General, our army's 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 complaints, only caring about the defeat."

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

Blood smell, poison gas, cold injury energy...

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

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, the situation is still dangerous." Zhang Zhongyi was dumbfounded, nodded slowly after a while, his voice hoarse: "It is indeed like this; it is my lack of consideration."

Old General Mu reached out and plucked it, handing 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 gap of the shoulder armor, swaying gently in the breeze.

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

"Don't mention this matter!"

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

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

Mu Lan squeezed out a smile: "Uncle Zhang, although 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 soldiers 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 watered with blood and life, and it is also the origin of the name of our Mu family's Red Flower Camp."

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

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

"Our physicians are too few; even if I work from dawn to dusk, I cannot treat so many wounded soldiers."

It was the seriously wounded on the stretchers who, after discovering Mu Lan, 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."

"If placed on me, it won't play any role."

The pungent smell rushed to her face.

A moment later, in the main general's tent, Zhang Zhongyi, dragging his exhausted body, 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 matter is absolutely not feasible! If it is pawned, it will undoubtedly make our army's weakness known to everyone. Not only is it a heavy blow to our morale, but it will also attract enemies to swarm in."

"A few more such cold nights, and I am afraid many seriously wounded will lose their lives." Mu Lan looked up at her father, her eyes full of worship and admiration: "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 vanguard commander of the Red Flower Camp in the future; remember, do your best to reduce our army's sacrifices, and use the enemy's blood to water the Blood Spirit Flower!"

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 soldier's wound.

"You must respect it, respect every war."

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

This time, Mu Lan was forced to join the army on behalf of her father, which was their doing.

Seeing the subordinate's anxious look, she couldn't help but feel a strong sense of bad omen 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 urged his cultivation technique to help the wounded soldier 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 if it cost only a few hundred spirit stones a night, Mu Lan had to be calculating.

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

Zhang Zhongyi knew deeply that Mu Lan was by no means a stingy person, and would never do anything to 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 only glanced at her and continued his treatment.

Mu Lan sighed in her heart.

"It grows fast, and it will wither fast."

The subordinate came to report; what she thought at the time was: "Cannot short the compensation for the fallen soldiers; what should be saved must be saved as much as possible!"

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

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

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

She was more willing to gallop on the battlefield and shoot the enemy leader!

"Better to 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 wounds heal, and we will kill the enemy together." Mu Lan encouraged.

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

She quickly recalled that during the day, she handled military affairs and worried 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 Grand General's Mansion; you must understand the weight of the Blood Spirit Flower!"

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

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

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

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

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

Mu Lan was moved: "This is your treasure at the bottom of the box, Uncle Zhang; how can it be taken to exchange for money?"

Zhang Zhongyi had not closed his eyes for three days and three nights; 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 spilled into the tent through the lifted tent flap.

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

Military expenses were truly too tight!

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

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

As the leader of an army, she must maintain confidence and a powerful atmosphere at all times. If the vanguard commander is sighing and frowning, can she expect the morale of the army to be maintained?

Mu Lan's expression stagnated.

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

"What?!" Hearing this, Mu Lan's eyes went black.

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

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

(End of chapter)