The mountain road was difficult and the speed was not fast. While Xu Ganzi looked at the road carefully, he chatted with the girl next to him who looked like a butterfly.
He is a local citizen nearby and has lived in this place for generations.
Earlier, the government and the army took his eldest son away for corvee service and never came back.
Later, Dashun called and asked his second son to help deliver food, but he did not come back.
Later the Qing Dynasty came again.
Those barbarians with pig tails behind their scalps were unreasonable and very cruel. They rushed into the village and robbed everything they saw.
He and the old woman were discovered halfway while they were escaping, and the old woman was shot to death with an arrow. He could only take his young son and roll into a small ravine, and escaped in fear.
The family was destroyed and everyone died, turning Xu Ganzi into a zombie.
If he didn't have a ten-year-old son to feed, he would have wanted to find a rope and go to the underworld to accompany his old woman.
It was getting colder and colder, but there wasn't even a grain of rice in the jar at home. Xu Zhuangzi could only secretly wipe his tears, but there was nothing he could do.
The empire is coming.
The young officials went from village to village, recruiting workers everywhere. They said they would not only pay the workers, but also provide them with food and drink.
Xu Ganzi had never seen such a kind official before, so he signed up with the thought that he would not be able to survive.
What he didn't expect was that after he came here, he was really paid for his wages. Although he was given paper tickets, he tried to buy canned beef from the caravan accompanying the army, and it worked.
Seeing his son devouring the canned beef in his hands, Xu Ganzi was so happy that he stayed there with peace of mind.
The food provided here is also very good. There is rice and noodles for one meal every day. Brown rice is also available for the rest of the time, and it is three meals a day.
Seeing that he had a child with him, he actually took care of the food in the army.
When the doctor accompanying the army was not busy, he also taught his son how to read and write.
This feeling made Xu Ganzi finally realize the warmth of the world.
After the battle started, he was incorporated into the stretcher team and followed the health workers back and forth between the front line and the hospital.
Xu Ganzi felt particularly distressed when he saw the young men going up one by one and turning into bloody gourds when they came down.
What puzzled him the most was the leader of their team, the little girl named Chen Wenxiu.
He looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, he looks like a flower, and his voice is as sweet as a lark.
He was wearing a military uniform and was carrying a large leather box containing various medicines. There was also a piece of white cloth tied to his arm with a red cross drawn on it.
This is a battlefield, and swords don't have eyes.
How dare a young girl come here?
Chen Wenxiu smiled when he heard this.
"Uncle Xu doesn't know, but I have participated in several battles. The soldiers are fighting bravely on the front line, and we need to rescue the wounded in the rear."
"Aren't Hou Nuzi afraid?"
Chen Wenxiu chuckled.
"I was scared to death at first, but then I got used to it."
The team was chatting and laughing, and everything seemed harmonious, until suddenly someone shouted.
"Ouch, the Tatars are coming."
Chen Wenxiu was startled and turned around to look. She saw several unfamiliar figures rushing toward her halfway up the mountain in the distance.
She has been in the military for a long time, so of course she would recognize her.
If it’s not the Qing army, which one is it?
But this is clearly the rear area, why did the Qing army appear?
In just a short while, those Qing soldiers came closer, and their terrifying beast-like aura made people shudder.
The migrant workers on the stretcher team were all frightened, and many even wanted to run away.
Chen Wenxiu's heart almost jumped out of her chest and she had to force herself to calm down.
She ran to a stretcher, grabbed the injured soldier's musket, ammunition box, and grenades, and hurriedly hung them on her body.
Shout loudly at the same time.
"Go quickly! Everyone, go back quickly! Bring the wounded back! And tell the rear to prevent attacks!"
When the migrant workers, who were like headless flies, heard someone commanding them, they quickly ran away.
Xu Ganzi knew it was very dangerous and called out quickly.
"Hun Nuzi, why don't you run?"
Chen Wenxiu looked at the Qing troops who were getting closer and closer, with a pale face.
"Uncle Xu, we must send the wounded back, and I will cover them for you."
"As a Hounuzi, if you fall into the hands of these Tatars, will you die?"
Chen Wenxiu tried hard to stay calm, tried her best to recall what she had learned in school, and began to load bullets into the gun chamber.
"Don't delay, hurry up and leave. I'll delay it for a while."
The Qing army had already ran down the hillside and within a hundred meters, several people had already taken out bows and arrows.
Chen Wenxiu took a long breath, raised his musket, and aimed at the fastest one.
Bang……
The fierce gunfire finally made Xu Ganzi understand that this was not a place for pretentiousness.
He quickly called to his companions, carried the wounded and chased the large army.
While running, he looked back.
Chen Wenxiu's weak figure was firmer than a rock, and she raised her musket again.
What is the thought that makes such a girl not afraid of death?
No, we must rush back as soon as possible to tell everyone. Such a good girl cannot die in the hands of the Tatars!
Xu Zhuangzi's pace became faster and faster, and the cold wind blowing against his face made his cheeks hurt. His eye sockets were also unable to bear it, causing something wet to slip down.
The Qing troops who rushed down saw that this team was composed of civilians wearing rags and carrying wounded people. They knew that they had no fighting power, so they wanted to start killing happily.
But halfway through the rush, two gunshots rang out, and two people were killed.
This frightened other Qing troops and they all rolled behind the bunker.
Someone secretly drew his bow and arrow and shot at Chen Wenxiu.
Chen Wenxiu was just a health worker. Although he had received combat training, he had no chance of applying it.
When he sensed danger, he tried to dodge, but finally took a step too slow, and his left shoulder was pierced by an arrow.
Is this what being hurt feels like?
Chen Wenxiu fell to the ground, and the severe pain made the world in front of her blur.
Although she often came into contact with the wounded and saw the painful faces, she felt very distressed, but this time she felt the horror of the battlefield firsthand.
But Chen Wenxiu understood better that behind her were unarmed villagers and wounded people who were unable to resist.
We must not let these Qing troops rush past!
She struggled to sit up, gritted her teeth, and pulled out the arrow.
The barbs on the arrow took away a large amount of flesh and blood, causing her to almost faint on the spot.
She quickly opened the medical kit and found hemostatic medicine and white cloth to bandage herself.
The Qing troops on the opposite side obviously knew that she was injured and began to spread out and outflank her from different directions.
A weak girl faced the Qing army, an elite and ferocious beast.