Chapter 68: Xiao Moting Must Not Die Here

Immediately following!

The Military Doctors checked the blood, hung the saline, performed a simple dressing, then lifted Wang Sheng onto a stretcher and jogged all the way to the nearest medical tent.

Cutting open Wang Sheng's clothes, disinfecting with alcohol...

At the same time, they found two soldiers, rolled up their sleeves, disinfected, and drew blood...

A Military Doctor took out a scalpel and sliced open Wang Sheng's chest cavity with one stroke...

The blood flowing into the blood bag, after simple processing, was transfused into Wang Sheng's body.

Done in one go!

Zhang Zhao's face turned green watching this.

"Prince... why must you let them dissect a corpse?"

"Performing surgery," Xiao Moting explained calmly. "This is medical skill from Shennü Daren's side; it can open a person up, extract an arrowhead, and then sew them back together. The scalpel and medical equipment were all sent by Shennü Daren."

Several Military Doctors had been performing surgeries in the camp every few days and were already very proficient with the surgical process.

Half an hour later, a blood-stained arrowhead was extracted and placed on a metal tray.

"Reporting to Prince, Wang Sheng has been saved."

"He is lucky; the arrowhead was off-center and did not pierce his heart. However, he has lost too much blood and needs to rest in bed."

"The fractured arm has also been set; after two and a half months of recovery, it will be as good as new."

Zhang Zhao and several generals were left dumbfounded.

With such severe injuries, even if the best Imperial Physician from the palace had come, they would have been powerless to save him.

Yet here, they were actually able to bring Wang Sheng back from the dead!

The group felt heartfelt admiration for Shennü Daren once again!

Xiao Moting told Bai Wei about the situation here.

"Shennü Daren, I have already led sixty thousand troops to set up camp behind the Daye Army."

Without realizing it, he had developed a habit of reporting all matters, big or small, in the army to Bai Wei.

Soon, he received a reply from Bai Wei.

"How is the situation on your side? What else do you need?"

Xiao Moting hesitated for a moment, then told Bai Wei about Heyuan County being besieged and the lack of rice, water, and grain in the city.

"Shennü Daren, I have brought enough military rations, but I cannot get them into Heyuan County."

The people inside Heyuan County cannot get out, and the Northern Frontier Army cannot get in.

Between the two sides lies a moat, as well as three hundred thousand strong and well-equipped Daye Army soldiers.

The Daye Army has already formed their ranks, ready to strike at any moment.

If they send troops to force their way through, the outcome will only be the same as the Death Squad of three hundred men that Wang Sheng was with.

By evening, Wang Sheng woke up.

He lay on the Hospital Bed, an Infusion Bottle hanging by his arm, looking at the crowd around him in shock.

"I... I actually didn't die?"

"A-Sheng, it's Uncle Zhao!" Zhang Zhao suppressed his excitement. "I taught you how to ride a horse when you were little! Tell me quickly, how is the situation in the city?"

Wang Sheng recognized Zhang Zhao, his eyes instantly filling with hot tears as he struggled to sit up.

"Uncle Zhao, the people in the county have nothing to eat or drink. The army's warhorses have all been slaughtered, and everyone is starving to death."

"Sickness is everywhere, but there is no medicine left in the city."

"Even the doctors have died. So many people in the county have died that they can't even be buried in time."

Zhang Zhao's heart sank as he listened.

He and several generals had stayed in Heyuan County for over ten years; their families, friends, and brothers...

Were all trapped inside the county seat.

A general asked urgently, "A-Sheng, how are my parents? Are they still alive?"

Wang Sheng turned his head with great effort, his voice trembling.

"Uncle Yu... your parents refused to eat, saying there was no food left at home. If they ate a little less grain, their grandchildren could eat a little more."

"They went hungry for seven days, saved half a jar of millet, and starved to death this morning."

Thump!

The general fell to his knees, facing the direction of Heyuan County, wailing in pain and kowtowing desperately.

"Father, Mother, your son is unfilial!"

The others wanted to ask more, but Wang Sheng had spoken too much and lacked the strength, soon fainting again.

Some people secretly turned their backs to wipe away tears.

The group felt heavy-hearted, yet they were completely helpless.

Their own families, wives, young children, and elderly parents... were all in the county as well.

Judging by the situation, it was likely no better for them.

Bai Wei looked at Xiao Moting's message!

Her brows knitted tightly.

Heyuan County was besieged, the residents were about to starve to death, yet the rice and grain could not be sent in.

Xiao Moting said the Daye people were surrounding the county, killing anyone who tried to rush through. They wanted to starve Heyuan to death to capture the county with the lowest possible cost.

This won't do!

The Northern Frontier Army only had sixty thousand men, while there were one hundred and ten thousand garrison troops inside Heyuan County!

If Heyuan County loses its combat effectiveness, in the upcoming great battle, Xiao Moting will have to fight alone with his 60,000 Northern Frontier Army troops against the 300,000 elite soldiers of the Daye Army.

Even if she provides weapons, the disparity in numbers is too great; this battle will be extremely difficult!

Wanyan Yi gave up attacking Beijiang and turned to sneak-attack Heyuan County; he must want to divide and conquer, preventing the two armies from fighting together!

Bai Wei was so anxious she could not eat.

She had only just managed to help Xiao Moting resolve his first death trap with great difficulty.

Yet unexpectedly, before she could even catch her breath for two days, she encountered another life-or-death crisis.

Now she cannot get explosives, and the 110,000 Heyuan troops have lost their combat effectiveness; with Xiao Moting leading 60,000 soldiers to fight the 300,000 Daye Army troops with their backs to the river, he will likely not survive, and all the Northern Frontier Army will also be killed in action!

She cannot let Xiao Moting die here.

But how exactly can she restore the combat effectiveness of the troops in Heyuan County?

Suddenly!

An idea popped into Bai Wei's head.

Without a word, she immediately ran out the door, drove the Recreational Vehicle, and headed toward the Archaeology Office.

Inside the office built from prefabricated rooms.

Professor Ye was discussing something with a few students when Bai Wei suddenly rushed in.

Bai Wei was covered in sweat, gasping for air.

"Professor Ye, I want to buy something from you."

Professor Ye was stunned, hurriedly shooed the students out, and shook his head repeatedly with a frown.

"No, no, I already told you, I cannot give you any more explosives..."

"It's not explosives; what I want to buy is a Drone."

"Huh?"

Bai Wei reached out and pointed out the window, "That one!"

In mid-air, a transport Drone carrying a crate of supplies was flying toward the tomb on the mountainside.

The supply crate was filled with boxed lunches for the workers.

The Zhenbei King Tomb is on the mountainside, making it very inconvenient to transport supplies; a round trip takes an hour and a half.

Therefore, the Archaeology Team applied for several transport Drones to deliver items to the workers excavating the tomb on the mountainside, making it very convenient to send food and water.

Professor Ye was taken aback, "You want to buy a Drone?"

"Yes." Bai Wei nodded anxiously.

If they won't sell explosives, a Drone shouldn't be a prohibited item, right?

The Archaeology Team is not short on money, and there are five Drones in the team; they don't usually need that many, so since she needs one urgently now, she must buy a unit in stock first.

Half an hour later.

After pestering Professor Ye for a long time, Bai Wei bought a second-hand Drone.

The Drone was a DJI, and sitting on the ground, its size was a circle larger than an old-fashioned ceiling fan.

It is powered by gasoline and has a payload capacity of 40 kilograms.

Bai Wei immediately Teleported the Drone over.

She also found a USB Flash Drive and copied the operating instructions onto it.

Xiao Moting has craftsmen on his side who have already finished the primary school curriculum and are currently learning middle school knowledge.

With a dozen or so craftsmen putting their heads together, they will certainly be able to figure out how to use the Drone.