The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 571 Dog Skin Plaster

   "I'm fine." Xiao Qirui looked up at the mess around him, and instructed the lieutenant: "Take someone to count the casualties, and remember to register the names of the brothers who died."

  Registering names is not only to send obituaries to the families of the fallen soldiers, but also to report to the court for uniform payment of pensions.

   The lieutenant's eyes were red, and he choked: "Yes."

   Xiao Qirui pursed his lips, turned around and carried a seriously injured soldier onto a stretcher.

   "Thank you, General." The wounded soldier thanked weakly.

   Xiao Qirui patted his shoulder: "Recover well."

  This place is too close to the city wall and is not suitable for recuperation. These people need to be sent back to the injured camp at the rear.

   Just as everyone was cleaning up the scene in an orderly manner, a carriage suddenly appeared in everyone's sight, the carriage stopped, and a young girl jumped out of the carriage.

  The soldiers just glanced at them and went on with their own business, as if they had long been accustomed to the appearance of the girl.

  The girl went straight to Xiao Qirui and said with concern, "Brother Xiao, I heard that you were injured..."

   Xiao Qirui didn't lift his head, he used a wooden board to help a soldier fix the injured leg, and instructed the person next to him: "Carry him back, be careful."

   "Yes." The man carried the wounded soldier and left.

  The girl saw Xiao Qirui walking towards the other wounded soldiers, so she was anxious to reach out to pull him: "Brother Xiao, you are injured, come back with me..."

   Xiao Qirui turned sideways to avoid her hand, and finally raised his head, but he didn't mean to talk to her: "Come on, go and ask General Meng to come over."

   The general Meng Shaoyuan he referred to was Meng Shaoyuan, the eldest son of General Meng Wumeng, who was stationed at Nanling Pass.

   The girl in front of her was none other than General Meng's youngest daughter, Meng Linlang.

   In addition to these two, General Meng also has a daughter named Meng Linyan, who ranks second in the Meng family.

  Meng Linlang said aggrieved: "I care about you, why did you ask my elder brother to do it?"

   "What else can you do? Of course, let Major General Meng take away the dog skin plaster you can't get rid of." The soldier next to him who was bandaging the wounded soldier sneered.

   When he said these words, everyone's actions paused.

  You dare to say anything, but it belongs to you Song Daring.

   But what he said was not bad. It was clear that General Xiao ignored her at all, and this Second Miss Meng kept sticking it up, what was it that wasn't a dog skin plaster?

   And every time, Major General Meng was forced to leave.

   Meng Linlang blushed and scolded: "You are presumptuous, what kind of thing are you, is it your turn to interrupt when I talk to Brother Xiao?"

  Song boldly clapped his hands and signaled that the two people standing by carrying the stretcher could carry the wounded away.

Standing up, he said unceremoniously: "What are you? Our general was appointed by the imperial court and has the same status as your father. You don't even need a title when you see him. It's not Xiao."

   Meng Linlang said angrily, "That's also a matter between me and Brother Xiao."

  Song rolled his eyes boldly: "Do you think our general will take care of you?"

  Meng Linlang couldn't say anything about him, so he stamped his feet and looked at Xiao Qirui: "Brother Xiao, look at him..."

"Song Huan is right, Miss Meng should call me General Xiao." Xiao Qirui finally stopped ignoring him, and thought of something frowning and said: "On the battlefield, it is military merit, not whose family background, Song Huan has just been promoted to junior Dutong, Miss Meng should call him Song Xiaodutong or Captain Song."

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  Song Daan or Song Huan or Song Xiao all lifted their chest proudly: Actually, I also have a name called Song Jinghuan.

   (I'm really not good at writing battlefield plots, one card at a time, terrible, staying up late at night to write overtime.)

   (end of this chapter)