They're kissing just like that

Wang Haichao walked at a brisk pace, almost leaving the others behind. Taking the steps two at a time, he reached the wounded soldiers' camp. The moment he lifted the tent flap, his eyes fell upon a camp full of injured men.

Some had broken arms or legs, some had arrows lodged deep in their bones, and others had their flesh cleaved open by swords, bleeding profusely. Still others suffered from infected wounds, lying unconscious in high fevers...

Most let out low groans that drifted through the camp and echoed in the air, plunging anyone who heard them into an unavoidable state of depression and endless sorrow.

However, the moment the wounded soldiers saw Wang Haichao, the atmosphere abruptly changed.

"Garrison Commander, you... you came to see us?"

"The Commander still remembers us."

"Commander, it is my blessing to serve under you."

"Damn it, even if it's just for the Commander, we have to fight to the death to fend off that scoundrel Ren Tianye!"

"That's right! The Commander and his wife came one after another to visit us and apply medicine to our wounds. For our worthless lives to be valued so highly by the Commander and his wife, we would die without regrets!"

"Yes, I too would die without regrets!"

...

The morale of the wounded soldiers quickly rose to another level.

After all, their desires were simple.

It was nothing more than receiving their full military pay and not being bullied.

And now, the appearance of Garrison Commander Wang Haichao made everyone realize even more clearly that this commander was a good general who loved his soldiers like his own children.

Following such a general, what did it matter if they had to risk their lives?

A few of the more emotional men could not hold back their tears, letting them spill over.

Wang Haichao nodded.

If he were to follow his usual style, this would be the perfect time to strike while the iron was hot, conveying his unwavering conviction and his deep care for these soldiers.

However, things were different this time.

His wife, Tang Zhiyou, had come to the wounded soldiers' camp!

Therefore, his gaze flickered and instantly landed on his wife, Tang Zhiyou. Dressed in plain clothes and holding white gauze in her hands, she was treating a wounded soldier's injuries.

That soldier's face was already covered in tears.

Wang Haichao's face was filled with profound emotion.

He strode over and asked softly, "Madam, why... why have you come?"

His wife, Tang Zhiyou, immediately stood up, revealing a gentle and intellectual smile. She replied just as softly, "Husband, there are wounded soldiers in the camp, and I happen to know some medicine. How could I just sit by and watch?"

"I came here to treat their wounds without asking for your permission first. I hope you are not angry with me."

Hearing this, Wang Haichao's already soft heart melted into a puddle of spring water. His inner emotion boiled over. He grabbed Tang Zhiyou's hands and said movingly, "Madam, how could I ever be angry with you?"

"I couldn't be more grateful to you."

"With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for!"

"I, Wang Haichao, must have saved the world in my past life to be able to marry such a good woman like you. I... I am truly blessed."

These affectionate words struck right at Tang Zhiyou's heart, filling it with sweetness. A gentle look washed over her face as she said, "Husband, being able to marry you is my greatest happiness."

Caught between the two of them, the wounded soldier whose bandaging was only half-finished was instantly bewildered.

He spoke up timidly, "Um, Madam, Commander, my wound... it hasn't been fully bandaged yet."

Wang Haichao immediately said, "You wait a moment."

He tightly gripped Tang Zhiyou's hand and pulled her aside. The tenderness on his face did not diminish in the slightest, and the emotion in his heart grew even more fervent. With a hint of frustration, he said, "Madam, we are a match made in heaven. We were meant to grow old together and love each other for a lifetime."

"Unfortunately, your husband is useless and cannot stop Ren Tianye's grand army. I'm afraid that in a few days, our camp will be trampled by Ren Tianye's iron cavalry. When that time comes, our survival will be uncertain."

These words instantly stung Tang Zhiyou.

Her clear and gentle face changed, revealing a trace of pain. She said, "Husband, that scoundrel Ren Tianye is so powerful. Do... do you really have to stand in his way?"

"Why don't we run away?"

"If we run, we won't be trampled by Ren Tianye's iron cavalry."

Wang Haichao let out a bitter laugh. "I am the Garrison Commander of Yunjing. At a time like this, how can I abandon the city and flee? Besides, if I run away and end up wandering the wilderness, how will we make a living? By hunting?"

"No!" Tang Zhiyou's voice rose a few pitches as she said, "Husband, if you are willing to leave, from now on... even if I have to slaughter pigs, I will support you."

Wang Haichao was even more moved, but he still shook his head. "Yunjing has been kind to me. If I abandon the city and leave, wouldn't I be unrighteous and unjust? Furthermore, my father-in-law is still in Yunjing. If I leave, how could he possibly meet a good end?"

"I have made my decision. I swear to live and die with the Qingfeng Relay Station!"

He spoke with absolute certainty and immense imposing manner.

This also affected his wife, Tang Zhiyou.

The look in Tang Zhiyou's eyes gradually became resolute. She said, "Husband, since that is the case, then I, Zhiyou, shall live and die with you!"

"I will join forces with my husband to kill the enemy!"

At this moment, Wang Haichao felt as though his chest had been struck hard by a heavy hammer, and tears uncontrollably welled up in his eyes.

Through his blurred vision, the beauty before him appeared even more pure and captivating. That face, which haunted his dreams every waking moment, was now peerlessly beautiful and world-toppling.

Driven by this, Wang Haichao could hardly hold back as he leaned forward.

Tang Zhiyou was equally moved by passion. She closed her eyes, leaving only a pair of slightly trembling eyelashes, and her body involuntarily leaned forward as well.

Deep in their affections, the two finally kissed.

Beside them, the wounded soldier who had been forced to bandage his own wound was dumbfounded.

And the other soldiers in the camp were all equally dumbfounded.

Wait, they... they're kissing just like that?

We are still here!

Our bodies are still hurting!

How did they... just start kissing?

For a time, all sound vanished from the wounded soldiers' camp, leaving only the natural smacking sounds of Wang Haichao and Tang Zhiyou kissing deeply.

The wounded soldiers collectively sat in stunned silence!

Wait, how are they getting even more into it?

This is a freaking military hospital!

We're sitting here with broken arms and missing legs, and you're making us watch this?

"Military orders. Everyone, quietly form up outside the tent."

A moderate voice rang out.

The wounded soldiers turned their heads to look, only to see Commander Wang Haichao's deputy, who was also the stationmaster of the Qingfeng Relay Station, whispering the military command.

And on the stationmaster's face was an expression of...

Someone happy to play matchmaker and facilitate a beautiful moment.

But...

The wounded soldiers were having none of it.

They all muttered in low voices, "Stationmaster, I'm still injured. My chest is bleeding."

"Stationmaster, my wound is cut down to the bone and hasn't been bandaged yet. I really, really can't move."

"Stationmaster, his wound is infected, and he's unconscious with a high fever. We can't just toss off his blanket..."

...

For the sake of their own little lives, the wounded soldiers pleaded with the stationmaster.

However, faced with the stationmaster's cold and stern gaze, their pleading voices inevitably grew quieter and quieter.

Fine, fine, let's go gather outside.

Let's clear out and make some room for the Commander and his Madam...

...