Doctor Hong was sitting at the round table behind the screen, bandaging Murong Li's wound. He had been injured in the right arm by the cavalry of the Tianfeng Kingdom.
Murong Li's hand was still trembling slightly. He only realized after experiencing it that the battlefield is a place of kill or be killed. Though both his father and Ninth Uncle thought him steady, if it hadn't been for Yue Shi today, he feared he would have perished on the battlefield.
In Murong Li's heart, he had great respect for the Bai family who fought on the battlefield. He thought that even the youngest seventeenth son of the Bai family could go to war, and he was older and had learned martial arts from his second brother. Even if he couldn't be invincible, he could at least protect himself.
Unexpectedly, on his first time on the battlefield, the enemy soldiers taught him a harsh lesson.
