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Chapter 557: Happiness is to be shared
At this time, Suning was desperately rushing towards the sea of corpses and blood in the distance, because a wounded Ming army soldier suddenly mentioned that Fan Zhong should still be breathing. Suning hurriedly asked about the approximate location of Fan Zhong, and then ran towards the target desperately.

Qimugege certainly noticed Suning's abnormality and thought that Suning wanted to take the opportunity to escape. Then he sneered contemptuously and chased in the direction where Suning was going. Bayan Temur and Qinggertai looked at each other in confusion. Seeing that Qimugege had chased after him, they no longer took the matter to heart. After all, it was impossible for Suning to escape under the noses of hundreds of thousands of Mongolian troops.

Suning came to the sea of blood and corpses in the distance, and found his target Fan Zhong without much effort. Perhaps the Mongolian army also felt Fan Zhong's loyalty and did not attack Fan Zhong's "corpse". Suning hurried over to see, smell, ask and feel, and then was surprised to find that Fan Zhong still had a faint breath, and immediately transformed from the "Ming Dynasty God of War" into the Ming Dynasty Miracle Doctor.

Fortunately, Fan Zhong's suicide wound was not deep, and the interruption by Qimugege and Sarlang did not actually injure Fan Zhong's aorta. In addition, Suning gave him anti-inflammatory drugs in advance, which gave Suning many chances to save him.

"Hmph! Stinky dragon, don't waste your energy. Fan Zhong is already dead." Qimugege came behind Su Ning and realized Su Ning's intention. He couldn't help but be surprised.

"Qimuge, please ask your men to pull a cart over here. Fan Zhong is still breathing." Suning was so busy that he didn't even bother to raise his head and asked Qimuge.

"Well! I think your efforts are in vain."

Soon a cart arrived, and several Mongolian men lifted the barely breathing Fan Zhong and placed him on the cart. Suning looked at their rough behavior and said with some distress, "Be gentle! Be gentle!"

"Hmph!" Seeing that a prisoner was so difficult to serve, several Mongol soldiers became unhappy.

Soon the cart returned to the temporary wounded camp, and then carried Fan Zhong to a newly built yurt. Suning started to treat Fan Zhong directly, using all his skills and all kinds of modern medical methods, even giving Fan Zhong glucose and saline drips. He soon noticed that Fan Zhong's breathing became more and more steady, and Suning finally let go of his worries.

"Choulong, did you really save Fan Zhong, the living dead?" At this time, Qimugege also noticed Fan Zhong's rapid recovery.

"Qimuge, those who believe in me will have eternal life!"

"Ah? Really?" Qimugege widened her eyes in surprise. She actually believed Suning.

Bayan Temur and Qinggertai, who had been watching the excitement on the side, were also swallowing their saliva in shock. The ancients believed in ghosts and gods, and Suning's treatment methods were so superb that Bayan Temur and Qinggertai could not help but start to believe Suning.

"Thank you for your hard work, generals. This is a gift from me to you. I really hope you can follow me." Like a magic trick, two bottles of unlabeled Erguotou suddenly appeared in Suning's hands.

"Ah? Thank you, Your Majesty." Feeling the transparent wine bottles in their hands, Bayan Temur and Qinggertai couldn't help but be surprised.

"Liuli?" But when they saw what was in their hands, their eyes widened in shock.

"Boyan, Qinggertai, I need you very much. I hope you can choose to follow me. I will definitely help you achieve unprecedented achievements." Suning patted their shoulders again.

"Stinky dragon, no! Your Majesty, can I, Qimugege, follow you?" Without waiting for the response from Bayan Temur and Qinggertai, Qimugege on the side was the first to surrender.

"Okay! You go and ask Grand Tutor Yesen now, and go to the Ming army prisoner camp to select soldiers. With me by your side, it will be easy to subdue them." Suning couldn't help but nodded in surprise.

"Yes! Your Majesty, I, Qimuge, will swear allegiance to you until death."

"Well, go ahead! Don't tell Taishi Yesen about you and me yet."

"Your Majesty, I understand." Qimugege suddenly understood.

Although Bayan Temur and Qinggertai were very tempted, they did not agree like Qimugege. After all, their identities were more important. They just started to lean towards Suning in their hearts.

"Two generals, I am waiting for your reply." At this time, Suning turned his head and looked meaningfully at Bayan Temur and Qinggertai.

"Yes! Your Majesty."

For Suning, a time traveler with the greatest golden finger, it was easy to escape from the hundreds of thousands of Mongolian troops. However, looking at the Ming army prisoners wrapped in white gauze, Suning couldn't bear to let them die alone, and instead wanted to take them away with him.

Qimugege acted very quickly. After leaving Suning, he ran to Yesen. At this time, Yesen was worried about how to march into the Central Plains and really didn't care about the prisoners.

If Qimugege came to Yesen to ask for reinforcements, Yesen might really have a headache. After all, the leaders of other tribes would not be willing to hand over their own soldiers to Qimugege, so they did not take Qimugege's request seriously at all.

After Qimugege got permission from Yesen, she selected 20,000 soldiers from the captives and transformed herself into a general with heavy troops. Because of Suning's secret support, these Ming army captives were very cooperative.

"Bayan Temur, Qimuge wants to select soldiers from the Ming army prisoners to supplement his own troops. What is the situation now?" Yesen's voice suddenly interrupted his brother Bayan Temur who was daydreaming.

"Ah? Brother, Qimuge has already selected 20,000 surrendered soldiers." Bayan Temur explained with a smile.

"What? Twenty thousand? It seems that Qimugege is really angry this time." Yesen was also shocked by Qimugege's generosity, and soon he sighed in understanding.

"Yes! Brother, if there were no soldiers under her command in our grassland, Qimugege would not be able to become a general." Bayan Temur could certainly understand Qimugege.

"Well, is the little emperor of the Ming Dynasty really so powerful?" At this time, Yesen couldn't help but have some doubts.

"Brother, how powerful can an emperor who lives a life of luxury be? I think the Ming army soldiers are brave enough." Bayan Temur said with disdain on his face.

"Well, Boyan, what you said makes sense, so I want you to take over the remaining Ming prisoners immediately."

"Ah? Brother, you want me to take it over?" Bayan Temur looked at his elder brother Yesen in surprise.

"Yes! We must complete the reception of all captives before the other tribal leaders react, otherwise it will be useless after they react." Yesen explained with a sinister smile.

"Yes! Big brother, I'll go down and prepare it right away."

"Well, let's go!"

In reality, Yesen had looked down upon these Ming prisoners, seeing them as remnants of defeated soldiers with broken backs. However, Qimuge's generosity awakened him, and he realized that even a small amount of fly meat was still meat, and it was much better than having it shared by other tribal leaders. After arranging for his brother Bayan Temur to receive the Ming prisoners, Yesen once again turned his attention to making a marching plan. After all, he had already decided to enter the Central Plains in three days, and there was not much time to waste.

Su Ning, who was a prisoner for the first time in his life, did not feel any self-pity. Instead, he continued to shuttle between the wounded camp every day. All the seriously injured soldiers who were treated by Su Ning like a "miracle doctor", whether they were Ming army prisoners or similarly injured Mongolian soldiers, all looked at Su Ning with admiration and respect.

"My brother from the Ming army, your Ming emperor is so powerful, why is he so vulnerable?" A wounded Mongol soldier looked at the wounded Ming army prisoners beside him in confusion.

"Hmph! Our emperor is certainly the most powerful, but he was deceived and bewitched by the dog eunuch Wang Zhen, which is why he became alienated from our Ming army soldiers." Almost everyone thought it was Wang Zhen's fault.

"Well, we heard on the grassland that you Ming people like to castrate captured prisoners. There must be some who hate you among these castrated slaves." The Mongol soldier agreed with the Ming army prisoner's statement.

"Yes! Big brother, you are absolutely right. Wang Zhen must be a treacherous villain who hates our Ming Dynasty."

After the fighting on the ancient cold weapon battlefield, both sides would leave behind a large number of wounded soldiers, and the feudal rulers would generally just let them fend for themselves. Those with good physical fitness who could survive and those with minor injuries would be incorporated into new armies, while those seriously injured could only wait to be ravaged by fate.

However, Suning's modern medical methods not only allowed the lightly injured to recover quickly, but also rescued the seriously injured who were on the verge of death. Moreover, Suning selected some smart ones from the lightly injured to be his helpers, and soon he felt more and more relaxed.

Suning's behavior directly raised his reputation again. Many Mongol soldiers unconsciously stopped treating Suning as a prisoner and instead treated him like a messenger sent by God. This also made Suning's life in the Mongol army much easier.

Although Suning had frightened these Mongol nobles greatly at first, they still began to march into the Central Plains at Yesen's strong request. At that time, it was difficult for various parts of the Central Plains to quickly form resistance, and they could only try their best to hide in the strong city walls and clear the fields. This made the Mongol army unstoppable along the way, and also made the Mongol nobles forget Suning's original warning.

"Your Majesty?" Fan Zhong, who had already regained consciousness, had been silently observing Suning these past few days.

"General Fan, although you can speak now, because the wound is on your neck, you should try to speak less." Looking at Fan Zhong who wanted to say something, Su Ning said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, you really shouldn't have saved me!" Fan Zhong looked at Su Ning with a wry smile on his face.

"Hmph! I could have died for my country, but it was you who got me captured. Of course I have to share such a good thing with you." When Suning heard Fan Zhong mention this matter, he was furious.

"Your Majesty, the Ming Dynasty cannot do without you, so I have resorted to this desperate measure." Fan Zhong also realized that his previous behavior was excessive.

"The Ming Dynasty will continue to function as usual even without anyone. Even if I, Zhu Qizhen, am gone, there is still a Prince of Cheng, Zhu Qiyu. I think your efforts are unnecessary." Suning said disapprovingly.

"Your Majesty, what are your plans next?" Fan Zhong didn't want to dwell on this question anymore, so he changed the subject and asked about more important things.

"General Fan, I will plan to return to the capital as soon as possible. If I cannot do so, I may stay in the grassland for the rest of my life and never return to the Central Plains." Su Ning would not follow the old path of the "Wala student". He would rather stay in the grassland and try to unify the Mongolian tribes than run back to the capital to be controlled by villains.

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The Mongol army was invincible along the way, and the Mongol tribal leaders forgot their initial fear of the Ming Dynasty. However, they became more and more respectful of their captive Suning, because more and more battles resulted in more and more casualties on both sides.

The seriously injured and dead bodies of the Ming army were naturally collected by the Ming army, while the wounded on the Mongol Yuan army's side were sent to the wounded camp as soon as possible. Sometimes Suning felt a little aggrieved. Which side was he, the emperor, on?

"Your Majesty, where are we now?" The ancients' bodies were truly amazing. Fan Zhong's serious wound healed surprisingly quickly.

"It seems we are almost at the gates of the capital."

"Oh! It's so hateful. I really feel ashamed towards Emperor Taizong." Fan Zhong sighed in pain.

"General Fan, those who survive a great disaster will surely be blessed in the future. As long as we are alive, we will have plenty of opportunities in the future." Suning did not have too many thoughts of giving up on himself.

"Hey! Your Majesty, what you said makes sense, but every day when I hear brothers fighting outside, I feel so miserable that I want to die."

"General Fan, our Ming Dynasty has been strong for too long, and many soldiers have become complacent. Only by feeling the pain today can we strive for strength tomorrow."

"Huh? I didn't expect the emperor to be so open-minded." Fan Zhong looked at Su Ning with a helpless smile.

The Mongol army finally reached the capital. Looking at the impenetrable defense of the capital and watching the deployment of the Ming army through a telescope, Yesen's face became increasingly heavy. He no longer had the optimism of the other tribal leaders.

"Master, how is the situation ahead?"

"Ah? Bro? Isn't your arm injured?" Yesen turned around and found that it was the injured Wuliangwei leader Bro.

"Grand Master, my injury has been healed by the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty."

"What? The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty? Can he heal injuries?"

"Yes! Grand Tutor, it seems you don't know yet!" Looking at the puzzled Grand Tutor Yesen, Bro explained with a smile, "Ever since we captured the Ming Emperor, he has been treating the wounded in the infirmary. Many soldiers in our Mongol army respect him very much."

"Oh? It seems that we have all underestimated the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty." Yesen said thoughtfully.

"Grand Master, although the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is not a very good emperor, his medical skills are really beyond reproach. We must bring him to our grassland to be a doctor in the future." At this time, Bro suggested with a smile.

"Haha, Bro, haven't you always wanted to surrender to the Ming Emperor?"

"Grand Master, our army has been unstoppable throughout the entire process, and the Ming army has offered no real resistance. It seems that you are right, Grand Master. The Ming Emperor was just trying to intimidate us."

"Well, Bro, I'm glad you understand." Looking at the optimistic Bro in front of him, Yesen, who was full of worries, did not dampen his enthusiasm.

(End of this chapter)