The dark guard immediately knelt on the ground, "The subordinates don't dare." ”

Hua Yao snorted coldly, "As a woman who discriminates against women, how can you make a man look down on a woman?" ”

She was furious.

"The adult men at the border are all on the battlefield, and the only ones in the city are the women. Do you know how many casualties they can reduce by learning a skill and coming to the barracks to greet wounded soldiers? ”

The Dark Guards were silent.

"Leave two people behind, and the rest go into the city!"

"Yes."

This time, no one dared to object.

The guards got up and left quickly, their skills much better than those soldiers. Moreover, he is born to obey the orders of his master. Whatever Hua Yao says, they will do what they will do, and the tasks given to them must be completed conscientiously no matter how difficult it is.

Although what they said was inappropriate, under Hua Yao's strong demand, there was a trace of joy in their hearts that even they didn't understand.

The battle ahead is extremely dangerous.

Injured people kept coming over, and Hua Yao took two secret guards who had been trained on the road for more than a month, and brought medicine to treat the wounded. As soon as she appeared, none of the men who accompanied the army looked very good-looking.

Yin and yang weirdness, all kinds of dissatisfaction.

Hua Yao didn't care about them for their sake of treating the wounded.

She walked up to a wounded man whose arm and leg had been cut off by a large piece of flesh, and cut off his trouser leg directly. The two dark guards didn't blink their eyes, and to their surprise, Hua Yao's brows didn't move at all.

"Are you afraid of pain?"

The wounded soldier was very young, that is, eighteen years old.

He was still a little stunned when he saw Hua Yao.

"Don't be afraid!"

It's just that his legs, I'm afraid I can't save them.

Hua Yao seemed to have the ability to read minds, and although her tone was gentle, she had a strong confidence.

"With me, your legs are fine."

The little wounded asked in disbelief: "You...... What you say is true? My leg won't go out of order? I don't have to die? ”

"Of course."

Hua Yao smiled, like a fairy in the heart of the little wounded.

"Regardless, it hurts a little."

The little wounded man said, "I can bear it!" ”

"Take a piece of cloth and give it to him."

After Hua Yao finished speaking, the secret guard took out a clean cloth that had been prepared a long time ago and handed it to the little wounded man covered in blood. The little wounded looked at the clean cloth and did not dare to stretch out his hand. Hua Yao glanced at the dark guard, and the dark guard's eyelids twitched.

"Open your mouth."

Her voice is ordinary, so to speak, very uncharacteristic.

The little wounded obediently opened his mouth and bit the cloth.

"Spirits."

Every time Hua Yao said a word, the secret guard immediately sent something up. She skillfully disinfected knives, wounds, and did not forget to explain various steps. Not just for the guards, but also for the wounded.

"This kind of injury is unknown, if you handle it well, you can not only save your life, but also keep your legs for a while, and it will still be good."

There was a kind of magic in her.

Many wounded people came here, and finally died and crippled, and very few people were able to get out of here and go back to the battlefield. Most of them end up not even getting a bite to eat.

Hua Yao's arrival brought them a new hope.

The liquor was spilled on the wound, and the little wounded in pain almost screamed. He was in a cold sweat in pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't let himself make any sound.

After the wound is treated, it is tied with a sterilized white cloth.

Hua Yao did all this and advised: "Don't get wet, someone will come to change your dressing tomorrow, don't move by yourself, you know?" ”

The little wounded man nodded at this look.

"Next." Hua Yao looked at another similar wound and said to the Dark Guard Huajia, "Come on!" The next flower B. ”