Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 179 Retreat from the enemy

Song Chunlin looked at the battle situation below, sighed softly, and started to aim his bow and arrow at the scene below. It took him almost half a minute or even less to successfully shoot and kill a Turk. His hand speed was so fast that everyone around him was amazed.

The soldiers who were sent to protect him began to doubt who was protecting whom.

This guy doesn't look like someone who needs protection. With his killing power, who can defeat him?

"Isn't this the reason why Second Master Gu brought him here?"

"I guess so. No wonder he dared to come to the frontier battlefield at such a young age. He turned out to be a sharpshooter. It's true that appearance is not the best."

Several people agreed, and then all of them looked at Song Chunlin with awe, watching him shoot arrows. Immediately, a Turkic soldier on the opposite side was hit right in the forehead by the flying arrow. The archers on the side gave up their positions to pass the arrows to Song Chunlin.

The Turks on the opposite side obviously also noticed the abnormality here. The arrows shot almost non-stop, not once missing, and each time accurately taking the life of a soldier.

"They have a sharpshooter! It must be a sharpshooter! Damn Han people, everyone retreat, everyone retreat, don't stay in the same place, be careful of the enemy's archers!"

Even though the generals here kept shouting at everyone to retreat, it was not so easy to retreat on the battlefield, not to mention that the battle situation was stalemate and everyone was fighting together, making it impossible to retreat.

Perhaps seeing that the Turks were planning to retreat, the Gu family army took advantage of the situation and pursued them, not giving them any chance to escape. They all tried their best to kill the enemy. What's more, Song Chunlin kept shooting arrows at them from behind. The Gu family army became more and more courageous as the battle went on, and they beat the Turks without any chance to fight back.

Seeing the bad situation, the enemy commander shouted to his men to retreat, but Song Chunlin's arrow had already reached him. This arrow was infused with mental power, and its range was nearly twice that of simple archery.

The Turkic commander stared at the arrow not far in front of him with bloodshot eyes, and questioned his military advisor with gritted teeth: "Didn't they say that there are no strong men in the Han army? Look at it yourself, at this range, how can you shoot it without a bow of 100 stones!"

The military advisor estimated the distance and smiled bitterly: "Marshal is wrong. This kind of range requires a bow and arrow with at least 120 dan. Even our grassland warriors have never seen anyone who can pull a bow and arrow with 100 dan, let alone the weak Han people. They must have new weapons over there."

In fact, not only the military advisor did not believe it, all the Turks did not dare to believe that there was really someone who could pull a bow and arrow of 120 stones in one breath. How much strength would that take? If such a person was in charge of the Han army, wouldn't their commander be shot in the head by the enemy's arrow as soon as he took one more step forward?

Thinking of this, everyone shuddered, and the commander was even more anxious and asked everyone to retreat quickly. Now that he knew there was such a powerful figure in the Han army this time, all his previous tactics had to be overturned.

Looking at the Turks who were retreating like a tide, the Gu family army burst into warm cheers. While everyone was cheering, only Song Chunlin put away his bow and arrow with some dissatisfaction.

"Tsk, I missed. It's still too far." Song Chunlin felt a little regretful. If he didn't hit the target this time, he would not have such an opportunity next time. He estimated that the opponent would definitely hide far away when he attacked next time. It would be very difficult for him to shoot the opponent openly at that time.

While thinking about how to kill the opponent's coach using reasonable means, Song Chunlin casually walked down the city wall, completely ignoring the fierce gazes around him.

When he got down from the city wall and looked around, he saw stretchers flying past him. Most of the people lying on them were seriously injured. Some even had their intestines pierced and their stomachs ruptured, and they were still hanging on with only one breath left.

Song Chunlin's heart trembled, and he quickly used his mental power to find where Gu Fengyue was. He had left a mental mark on him, so he quickly found him. He was still on the battlefield outside. Judging from his posture, he would not come back until the battlefield was cleaned up. Song Chunlin did not see any obvious external injuries on him, so it seemed that he was not injured. He also had a small bottle of spiritual spring water on him. As long as his life was not in danger, he would recover after drinking it.

Seeing that Gu Fengyue was safe and sound, Song Chunlin felt a little relieved. He grabbed a soldier carrying a stretcher, asked where they were going, and followed these people. The seriously injured soldiers would be carried to a large yard, which was now full of injured people.

These people were too badly injured to be treated, and the military doctors shook their heads after examining them, indicating that they had given up. Song Chunlin watched the wounded lying on the ground wailing, but the military doctors did not treat them. They simply covered the wound with a piece of cloth and got up to see the next one.

Song Chunlin was somewhat dissatisfied: "Why don't you treat him? He is almost dying."

The military doctor didn't even raise his head, and said in a cold voice: "You also know that he is dying. Medicines are scarce here. Of course I have to use the medicine on those who can be saved. As for those who can't be saved, I can only apologize."

"But he was injured because of Da Jing, so it would be fine if you just bandage him."

The military doctor skillfully applied medicine to the people around him. Hearing this, he looked up at Song Chunlin and saw that the young man was wearing clothes made of unknown materials. Although they did not look as luxurious as brocade, they were not something that ordinary people could afford. The military doctor subconsciously classified Song Chunlin as one of those young men who were ignorant of the sufferings of the world, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his words.

"He's dying. If you're really so kind, why don't you just bandage him yourself? I have to save others, so please do as you please."

Song Chunlin was choked by his cold-blooded words. He knew in his heart that what the military doctor said made sense. The conditions at the border were difficult and medicinal materials were always scarce. Even he himself could see the man's injuries. Unless good medicine was used to stop the bleeding, there was no way he could be saved.

The person being treated by the military doctor now obviously seems to have less serious injuries, so it is natural for the military doctor to choose him.

He understood the logic, but he couldn't get over it emotionally. He couldn't ignore the other person even though he knew he still had a chance to survive.

Song Chunlin looked at the seriously injured soldiers everywhere, gritted his teeth, stood in front of the military doctor, and asked him condescendingly:

"Is it true that as long as you have enough medicinal herbs, they can survive?"

When the military doctor heard this, he thought the child was naive, so he didn't even raise his head and just said calmly: "Okay."

Song Chunlin: "Okay, this is what you said, you wait."