What the heck was going on? How come the smell of this pack of ointment was quite similar to the one at their home?

Could it be that …… No, that would be impossible! It was of zero possibility for Song Qinghan to come here alone. After all, Little Shitou was still at home needed to be taken care of.

But how could he explain the ointment and the paper ball? He still remembered the words ‘Be careful not to leave scars on’, something Song Qinghan had said to him a long time ago. And that time they still got a myriad of misunderstandings in between, he remembered every single word Song Qinghan once talked to him.

Caught in deep thought, Wu Dahu slowly pressed his hands together, holding the ointment tightly in his palms.

When he was on the battlefield earlier, no one knew why he had suddenly burst out with such strong vigour and led his subordinates to blaze a bloody trail. No one but himself knew that he must survive, go back home to reunite with Song Qinghan and Little Shitou.

He enjoyed the feeling of fighting in blood, but was more attached to the warmth of home.

No matter what was going to happen, he would never allow himself to end his life here, even if it was painful and tiring, he was not afraid at all.

With his thoughts at an end, he placed the ointment gently on his pillow and, after some thought, folded all three sheets of rice papers and put them away under his protective mirror.

In this way, whenever he picked up the protective mirror, the pictures of Song Qinghan and Little Shitou would emerge right in his mind.

Although he didn’t know whether the rice paper stuff was just a coincidence or something else, his intuition informed him that this matter must be related to Song Qinghan, more or less.

Song Qinghan himself could not follow him to this place, but he could ask someone to make it real, or instruct some of the soldiers or logistic members to help do something. Well, this should be more reasonable for Wu Dahu to make it a sense without the presence of Song Qinghan.

Back in his tent, Song Qinghan had not idea at all about the fact that he almost expose himself by throwing the paper ball with the ointment. After all, he thought Jiayi would be a shield for covering him up anyway, he was quite confident he hadn’t made any mistake, not even a tiny one. And even if the matter was going to be under scrutiny, Jiayi should be the first to bear the brunt and there would be nothing to do with him.

Unless Wu Dahu suddenly lost his mind and came looking for Jiayi, there was no chance that he would be exposed.

After thinking of all the possible scenarios, Song Qinghan hugged Little Shitou and drifted off to sleep.

Probably because the war had deterred the barbarians, they did not attack again for several days, which expanded the time limit for the people in Qingmu Region to catch their breath.

Ever since Song Qinghan knew he himself was pregnant again, he seemed to be more mentally calm in mind. He was still being responsible on his duty, heading to clean up the chamber pot and then offer treatments to the injured soldiers. During his duty, he finally succeeded processing the surgery on the Commander General’s knee.

Although it was not as bad as amputation, some of the nerves had been necrotic because the arrows had been left in there for too long, and unless rehabilitation would be smoothly processed, the leg would be considered paralyzed.

The Commander General still remained his heroic calmness, and seemingly did not have any dissatisfaction or regret at all. At that time, Song Qinghan just thought that the Commander General had a strong mind and will, but after a further consideration on it, he found that it was nothing about ‘Strong mind and will’. It turned out that the Commander General was used to seeing life and death and he was already mentally prepared to die at any time accepting his death in peace. So although he was semi-blind currently with a broken leg, there was nothing to be sad about because his life was still blessed to be expanded.

Although Song Qinghan did not “spy” on Wu Dahu ever again, he learned a lot of information about him from other people, among which Jiayi provided the most.

“Lord Wu has been promoted! He’s jumped two ranks in a row! I heard that the Commander General himself appointed him, and he even gets an intention to let Lord Wu to take over his position!!!”

“Many people are jealous of Lord Wu, saying he’s just as lucky as hell. Yzk! That’s not what they said when they came back from the battlefield. Well, how capricious the men are!”

“Speaking of which, Lord Wu hasn’t been in the tent for a few days. I don’t know what he’s busy with. He doesn’t even want to meet me!”

“…”

Not only Wu Dahu, but quite a few people were also missing from the treatment area, all soldiers he had treated and whose injuries were not so severe that they were completely immobilized.

Song Qinghan always felt that there was a plan they were now planning, but he, an outsider out of the affair, should not go ask for the further information. Otherwise, he would get nothing but suspicions.

Just when Song Qinghan thought that this peace with kind of a long silence was going to last for eternity, the bugle call of war was blew once again. Yet differed from the previous calls, it was an exciting, cheering one, indicating that it was now their turn to make the attack.

Countless soldiers formed into an intrepid troop in the battlefield, lining up orderly with the bugle call inspiring. Not only that, even half of those guards who were supposed to go on patrol left for the front line, while the other half stayed still to protect the military camp.

Song Qinghan smelled something unusual in this cold atmosphere, and after quickly pouring all the chamber pots, he came to the military doctor’s area, and noticed that Shuluo and the head of the doctor group and the other doctors were sitting right there leisurely, he couldn’t help but approach and ask, “What are you guys doing? Nothing to do now?”

When the head of the doctor group noticed that it was Song Qinghan who came over and sounded, he took the initiative to stand up abruptly, pulled Song Qinghan over to get seated and commenced explaining, “Half of the people here have left, the rest of them can’t be rushed for a while. The Commander General made an order to let us stay here not messing around, and said that we should escape if the situation gets worse. Alas, the Commander General is such a good person, he cares for every single individual even in such a perilous time…”

Song Qinghan paused and asked in confusion, “Do you have any idea what they are heading to do? If we really have to run away, should it mean that…”

WAS THIS ROUND OF BATTLE THE ONE ‘BETTING ALL ON A SINGLE THROW’?

The head of the doctor group came to see through the fact that Song Qinghan had already figured it out himself with such a surprised face, he nodded and answered, “Right, it is indeed a battle all the soldiers and commanders stake their lives on the victory of the entire war. You see, our Commander General is rather decisive!”

If it had been anyone else, perhaps Song Qinghan would have believed that he was indeed a reckless man without a wit, but after knowing that this was a decision made by the Commander General, Song Qinghan finally had confidence in the battle that the final victory would belong to them.

He didn’t go anywhere else for the rest of the day, but stayed in the tent with the doctors, silent and speechless, as if a group of prisoners awaiting their final trial.

No one knew how long the time passed, just as Song Qinghan felt himself was in hunger, waves of exciting cheer were heard from distance to the closer station.

He sprang to his feet and exchanged glances with Shuluo, both seeing the surprise in the other’s eyes.

If it was the barbarians’ attacking, there would never be cheers like that. The only possibility was that… the Qingmu Region GAINED THE VICTORY!

This was probably the first time in a long time that an active attack had been victorious, and morale was greatly boosted. The cheers of the soldiers seemed to form a wave of sound that shook Song Qinghan so much that he felt a little unsteady on his feet.

He quietly ran out and surrounded the crowd to see the soldiers celebrating.

Coincidentally, he arrived just as the soldiers was lifting up Wu Dahu in the middle, laughing and tossing him upwards, with all sorts of celebratory words from their lips.

Wu Dahu was quite cheerful as well because he knew that he indeed made a great work in this round of battle. Smile finally blossomed on his eternal cold face.

One second he was thrown into the air again, his smile suddenly froze abruptly.

What did he see just now? SONG QINGHAN?

Song Qinghan seemed to have perceived something as well, and as soon as he pulled the person beside him to the position he had just taken, he himself lowered his head deeply and quietly pushed his way through the crowd, heading outside.

In that case when Wu Dahu was thrown again in the air by the soldiers, all his could catch in his gaze was no one else but Jiayi who put on slight makeup on face.