A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song QingHan and Shuluo could not help in the battle at the front line. After all, even if the wounded were to be treated, they would have to wait until the battle was over.

The general's wounds had been cured, and there was no need for them to continue. Moreover, even if someone had to take care of him, the head of the military doctor was enough. So song QingHan winked at Shuluo, and they quickly walked out of the general's tent.

After all, song QingHan didn't belong to him, and Shuluo, even if he was in charge, he couldn't manage it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh a sigh. He thought that his official work was really tired. It was not as smart as two people without any position.

After going out, song QingHan said to Shuluo: "you go and find out where the barbarian is. We'll mix in later."

Shuluo Leng Leng Leng, puzzled at Song QingHan said: "what do you want to do? Do you still have an autopsy? Or do you think he's not dead? "

Song QingHan was amused by his imagination and said calmly: "if we don't do autopsy or mend the knife, we just go to have a look, and it's like going to gain insight. After all, I've never seen what a traitor looks like."

When he said this, Shuluo thought it was reasonable. He nodded and said, "OK, I'll ask you. You wait here."

After all, Shuluo is a person who has mixed up with the bottom. Although he doesn't walk around very much after entering the wounded soldier camp, he still has a set of ways to make friends with others. After a while, he turns back and beckons to song QingHan. After song QingHan enters, he mysteriously introduces: "this is the son of my cousin's nephew in Gebi village. They are all acquaintances. We agree to let us go in and have a look, We can't make it difficult for people to do it. We can come out within a single stick of incense. "

The man opened his mouth, as if to say that there was a big gap between the time of a stick of incense and a glance, but song QingHan grabbed in front of him and said, "yes, let's not delay the time, so as not to worry about this little brother."

Finish saying, two people go up directly, lift tent curtain, walk toward inside quickly.

They were so fast that it was too late for the man to reach out and stop him. When he came back to God, he saw the two men carefully examining the corpse inside.

Seeing his colleagues looking at him, the man waved his hand and said in a bad tone: "let them have a look and it's OK. Anyway, it's all dead. Don't tell me about it. I'll give you a drink when I go back."

Those people didn't say anything. After all, they thought the same thing. It was just a corpse. As long as the two women were not afraid, they would not say anything even if they wanted to see it all day.

At the same time, Shuluo pointed to the corpse and said to song QingHan, "this barbarian looks like a little different from those people."

Song QingHan's eyes twinkled and said to himself, "of course, it's not like it. It's a mixed race..."

the corpse on the ground is calm. Although the outline on the face has the characteristics of barbarians, if you look carefully, you can still see the subtle difference, that is, the face of this person is much softer.

This difference can not be explained by rigidity, so the only possibility is that this man is not a pure barbarian.

How did mixed blood mix in again? Is this what muhammar's gang did?

Song Qing's cold heart read a move, suddenly felt that he was about to guess the truth of the matter.

From the news they got when they were in the barbarians, we can see that muhammar's gang was gradually attacking the barbarians, so Merck left utan alone and led his troops to the rear to support, even for a long time.

According to the truth, muhammar is now the busiest time, how can he have the leisure to intervene in Qingmu's affairs?

Unless... It's a matter of vital importance to them.

Song QingHan held his chin and was thinking of getting absorbed when Shuluo suddenly said: "it's very fierce outside. I don't know if we can win without the general."

This sentence is like a key, instantly opened the shackles in Song QingHan's mind, he put down his hand, shocked: "I know!"

Seeing him go out directly, Shuluo hurriedly followed him and said in a quick voice, "what do you know? Don't go to the battlefield. It's easy to get hurt by accident. You're still pregnant now

However, song QingHan, as if he had not heard it, strode towards the direction of the loudest fighting, but suddenly stopped when he was approaching the edge of the battlefield.

Seeing song QingHan staring at the center of the battlefield tightly, Shuluo looked at it along his line of sight. When he saw the picture of Wu Dahu's heroic killing the enemy, he suddenly realized: "you are worried about your husband. Don't worry, he is so powerful, he will be OK."

In fact, this is what he used to comfort song QingHan. After all, he also knew that the battlefield was merciless, and no matter how fierce the people were, they could not guarantee that they would not capsize.

As soon as this idea appeared, he saw a strong man with a big knife sprang up from the side of Wu Dahu. It seemed that he was going to die with Wu Dahu, and his whole body exuded a momentum of indomitable determination.

Shuluo opened his mouth and said, "ah". When he realized that his behavior would make song QingHan more nervous, he quickly put out his hand to cover his mouth and kept a close eye on Wu Dahu's direction, waiting for the final result.Wu Dahu seems to have noticed the man's purpose. With a stir of the sword, he swings the man who is wrestling with him for several meters. The horizontal sword catches the attack of the strong man and fights with him equally.

The situation on the battlefield seems to be stuck in a stalemate. More and more Qingmu people and barbarians have died. No one knows when it will end.

Song QingHan looked more dignified. When he noticed the silver light in Yu Guangzhong, he felt tight in his heart and subconsciously called out: "tiger, be careful!"

A silver arrow, which was too fast to be seen by the naked eye, suddenly jumped out of the air. Looking at the direction, Wu Dahu and the man were fighting each other. If Wu Dahu didn't notice, the arrow would shoot into his heart.

Shuluo also noticed this scene in Song QingHan's exclamation. Seeing Wu Dahu's back to the arrow, he felt as if his heart had been raised to his throat. He wished his hand could stretch out and push the arrow away.

Seeing that the arrow was one meter away, he would shoot into Wu Dahu's chest. Song QingHan subconsciously closed his eyes and his heart beat fast, as if the world were still at this moment.

Putong, Putong...

"Lord Wu is OK!" Shuluo voice suddenly sounded, song QingHan's wrist was tightly grasped by him, an exciting, quickly opened his eyes to see.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared on Wu Dahu's back. The silver arrow was inserted in his chest. He laughed hard and pulled out the silver arrow. After seeing the blood gushing out, he whispered something in a whisper and fell down directly.

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