A WESTERN DOCTOR'S HAPPY FARMING LIFE - Chapter 242

Song QingHan held the small stone tightly in one hand and the scalpel in the other hand, and was ready to hand it at any time.

Seeing that those people didn’t kill them as he imagined, song QingHan thought about it and jumped down from the horse. He was wary of the state there and bent down to identify them. n𝑜𝔳𝚎-1𝑩)1n

When he saw the corpses in the clothes of “Chong” on the ground, song QingHan was so nervous that he almost fell to the ground.

It turns out that what those people said was true. Many people died in the stormy camp…

but… What about Wu Dahu?

Naturally, the corpses on the battlefield are not arranged in a proper way. Some corpses have their heads on this side and their bodies may be on the other side. Unless they are close to them, ordinary people can’t recognize them at all.

Song QingHan saw that the corpses were stacked together, so he could not see the situation of the corpse below, so he directly stretched out his hand and pulled the people above.

In fact, he did not know whether he was disappointed or expected. He seemed to want to see Wu Dahu quickly, but did not want to see Wu Dahu here.

He remembers watching a TV play in which the protagonist pretended to be dead on purpose and hid under a pile of corpses. After all the others left, he opened his eyes and came out.

If only Wu Dahu could do the same.

However, he knew that Wu Dahu was not such a character. Moreover, the battlefield was so chaotic that even if he really pretended to be dead under the corpses, when he withdrew from the army, it was hard to say that he died under the foot of a horse.

After searching for a while, song QingHan suddenly felt a burst of pain from his lower abdomen. He quickly straightened up and put his hand on the horse to slow down.

Although three months has been finalized, it doesn’t mean you can do strenuous exercise.

The running horse before was dangerous enough. I bent down frequently just now. No wonder the body can’t stand it.

He looked back at the direction of the barbarians. For some reason, he felt an impulse to talk to him and said, “do you know, all the people in the camp are dead?”

The barbarian raised his head and glanced at him. He said, “it’s almost dead. There are still one or two left. We will take them back, but sooner or later they will die.”

Song QingHan moved in his heart and asked in an urgent voice, “who is left? Do you know? Is it Wu Dahu? Is it, the leader of the Stormtrooper? ”

Since these people will be reduced to clean up the corpses, it means that they are not in a high position in the barbarians. Therefore, it is good to know something about these confidential things. Seeing song QingHan, they still have to ask, and they can’t help but say, “if you want to know, can’t you go and see for yourself? We don’t kill women or men anyway

Not killing is one thing, but how to treat it is another.

Song QingHan thought of those barbarian captives in Qingmu barracks, and his face showed hesitation.

Is he going? A completely strange place, a complete stranger, just for the poor and dim chance to see Wu Dahu?

The group of barbarians didn’t seem to think that he would really follow him. After saying this casually, they packed up the things and looked like they were ready to go back.

Seeing their figures getting smaller and smaller in his sight, song QingHan quickly turned his head and scanned the battlefield. Seeing that there was no face he wanted to see in the boundless figures, he couldn’t help saying, “I’ll go with you!”

His words made the barbarian’s feet pause, turned his head and looked at him in surprise. He said suspiciously, “do you really want to go with us?”

After song QingHan turned on his horse, he heard the cry behind him. He knew that it was the green wood man who caught up with him. His eyes sank, he waved the reins and jumped forward. He said in a deep voice, “of course!”

Life is a gamble. If you win, everyone will be happy. If you lose, it’s just your choice. Just accept it. Anyway, it won’t happen again.

What’s more, he has one of the biggest advantages, that is, the scalpel in his hand.

No matter where, no matter when, medical resources are scarce, he is confident in the barbarian camp to protect themselves, as long as they are willing to give themselves a chance.

Thinking of this, his eyes became more and more firm. He waved the reins recklessly. In a blink of an eye, he left the barbarians behind.

Seeing this, the barbarians looked at each other and seemed to see the surprise in each other’s eyes.

If they didn’t know their brains were not confused, they would have thought that they were going in the wrong direction. How could a green wood man rush back to the barbarian base camp more than they did?

After chasing song QingHan, he saw that there was only a piece of barren land in the original place, so he became angry and swearing.

If song QingHan was a deserter and ran in the direction of Qingmu, maybe they would even if they had caught up with half of them. At most, they would not be so angry.

But song QingHan ran away with the barbarians under their noses, which made them not angry. After all, this kind of behavior was no different from the open and aboveboard treason, even with a little provocation, because they had just lost the war, and their morale was at the lowest point.Song QingHan knew that Qingmu people would be very angry, but he had no choice. Besides, compared with their anger, it was more important to find Wu Dahu.

In his idea, he had no deep hostility to the barbarians, nor did he commit suicide as soon as he was captured by the enemy country in order to be worthy of his country.

“If you keep the green hills, you will not worry about firewood burning.” this sentence is applicable no matter when you put it. As long as you keep your life, who knows what will happen in the future? Maybe they can be disintegrated from the inside of the enemy. Who can say that he is treason?

At the time of his wild thoughts, jujube red horse had already run far away, and the base camp of barbarians gradually appeared in his sight.

Compared with the camp of the Qingmu people, the barbarian camp is much rougher and more colorful, revealing exaggeration from top to bottom.

Song QingHan knew that this was decided by their living habits. The Qingmu people lived a good life without any major natural and man-made disasters. Their personality was naturally more introverted. Along with the decoration, they also tended to be simple and practical, but the barbarians were different.

If you have been defeated many times, you should give your life to others.

As he approached the door, song QingHan finally grabbed the reins of the horse, turned over and dismounted, quietly waiting for the group of barbarians from the battlefield to catch up.

In fact, he could explain it to the people at the door, but now he has a more severe abdominal pain. Although his face is still calm, his fists hidden in his sleeve are secretly clenched into fists, so as to control his physical discomfort.