A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan tightly hugged the small stone with one hand and the scalpel tightly with the other, ready to strike at any time.

Seeing that those people didn't come over as he imagined, Song Qinghan thought for a while, and jumped off the horse. While being wary of the situation over there, he bent down to identify it.

When Song Qinghan saw the corpses on the ground wearing "Chong" clothes, his heart tightened, his figure wobbled, and he almost fell to the ground.

It turns out that what those people said is true, many people in the assault camp really died...

But... what about Wu Dahu?

The corpses on the battlefield are naturally not neatly arranged together. Some corpses have their heads on one side and their bodies on the other. Unless they are close to them, ordinary people can't recognize them at all.

Song Qinghan saw that the corpses were stacked together, and he couldn't see the condition of the corpses below, so he stretched out his hand and pulled the people above them away.

In fact, he didn't know whether his current mood was disappointment or expectation, as if he wanted to see Wu Dahu soon, but he didn't want to see Wu Dahu here.

He remembered that in the TV series he watched before, there was a scene where the main character deliberately pretended to be dead, hiding under a pile of corpses, and only opened his eyes and got out after everyone left.

It would be great if Wu Dahu could do the same.

But he knew that Wu Dahu didn't have this kind of personality. Besides, the battlefield was so chaotic, even if he really played dead under the pile of corpses, when the soldiers retreated in chaos, it was hard to say that he died under the trample of horseshoes.

After picking it up for a while, Song Qinghan suddenly felt a faint pain in his lower abdomen. He straightened up quickly, put his hands on the horse, and used his strength to ease it.

Although it has been finalized for three months, it does not mean that strenuous exercise can be done.

The horse racing before was already dangerous enough, but I bent down frequently for a while just now, no wonder my body couldn't bear it.

He glanced back at the barbarian's direction, and for some reason, he had an urge to talk to him, and he took the initiative to say, "Do you know that everyone in the assault camp here is dead?"

The barbarian raised his head and glanced at him, and said ignorantly, "They're almost dead, there are one or two left, we took them back, but sooner or later they're going to die."

Song Qinghan's heart moved, and he asked anxiously: "Do you know who is left? Is it a man named Wu Dahu? That is, the leader of the assault battalion?"

Since these people will be degraded and come to clean up the corpses, it means that their status in the barbarians is not high, so it is good to know a little bit about these confidential things. Seeing that Song Qinghan is still asking, I can't help being impatient Authentic: "If you want to know, don't you see for yourself? Anyway, we don't kill females."

Not to kill is one thing, but how to deal with it is another.

Song Qinghan thought of those barbarian captives in the Qingmu barracks, with a hesitant expression on his face.

Is he going?A completely strange place, a complete stranger, just for the poor and slim chance of meeting Wu Dahu?

The group of barbarians didn't seem to think that he would really follow. After saying this casually, they packed up their things and looked like they were ready to return.

Seeing their figures getting smaller and smaller in his line of sight, Song Qinghan's heart tightened, and he quickly turned his head to scan around the battlefield. Seeing that there was no face he wanted to see in the vast crowd, he couldn't help but quickly Authentic: "I'll go with you!"

His words made the barbarian's footsteps pause, he turned his head to look at him in surprise, and said suspiciously: "Are you really going to come with us?"

After Song Qinghan got on his horse, he vaguely heard shouts behind him, knowing that it was the Qingmu people chasing him, his eyes sank, he waved the rein, jumped forward, and said in a deep voice: "Of course!"

Life is a gamble. If you win the gamble, everyone is happy. If you lose the gamble, it is just your own choice. Just accept it calmly. Anyway, everything will not happen again.

Besides, he still has one of his greatest strengths, and that is the scalpel in his hand.

No matter where, no matter when, medical resources are scarce, and he has the confidence to protect himself in the barbarian camp, as long as they are willing to give him a chance.

Thinking of this, his eyes became more determined, and he waved the rein recklessly, leaving the barbarians behind in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the barbarians looked at each other, as if they could see the surprise in each other's eyes.

If they didn't know that their heads were not confused, they might think that they were going in the wrong direction. How could a person from Qingmu be more anxious to return to the barbarian base camp than they were?

After the people chasing Song Qinghan ran over, they saw that there was only a barren place left, and they were so angry that they cursed.

If Song Qinghan had become a deserter and ran in the direction of Qingmu, maybe it would be fine if they chased him halfway, at most he would sigh with emotion and not be so angry.

But Song Qinghan ran away with the barbarians right under their noses, so they couldn't help but be angry. After all, this kind of behavior is tantamount to treason, and even a little provocative, because they just lost the battle , is when morale is at its lowest.

Song Qinghan knew that the Qingmu people would be very angry, but he couldn't choose the matter, besides, finding Wu Dahu was more important than their anger.

In his conception, he had no particularly deep hostility towards the barbarians, and he would not be like the foolish and loyal people in ancient times. In order to be worthy of their own country, they killed themselves as soon as they were captured by the enemy country.

"If you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about no firewood" is applicable at any time, as long as you save your life, who knows what will happen in the future?Maybe they can be disintegrated from the inside of the enemy, and who can say that he is a traitor?

While he was thinking wildly, the bay red horse had already galloped a long way, and the stronghold of the barbarians gradually appeared in his sight.

Compared with the camp of the Qingmu people, the camp of the barbarians is much rougher, and the colors are more colorful, showing exaggeration from top to bottom.

Song Qinghan knew that this was determined by living habits. The Qingmu people lived a good life without any major natural or man-made disasters. Naturally, their personality was more restrained, and even the decorations tended to be simple and practical, but the barbarians were different.

Not to mention the harsh living environment of the barbarians, they have fought and lost repeatedly before, and their personality is more bold and unrestrained, so they naturally prefer bluffing.

When he was about to approach the door, Song Qinghan finally took the reins of the horse, got off the horse, and waited quietly for the group of barbarians from the battlefield to catch up.

In fact, he can explain to the person at the door by himself, but now his lower abdomen is throbbing even more severely. Although his face is still calm, the fists hidden in his sleeves are secretly clenched into fists, so as to restrain his body. discomfort.