Chapter 570
Chapter 570 The Storm
The shout seemed to grow wings, swiftly spreading from the rear to the front of the formation. The entire troop was instantly electrified, their enthusiasm blazing like wildfire. Soldiers hugged each other in excitement, their cheers interweaving into a cacophony that filled the air. Joy and exhilaration filled their hearts, and even the cruel Sea of Death they found themselves in seemed a little less intimidating.
"General, the porridge is ready!" Xu Zhen hurriedly jogged over, his face flushed with excitement. He held a wooden bowl in his hands, filled with steaming-hot porridge—a clear broth with a few grains of rice and mixed grains settled at the bottom.
The food had been carefully preserved, designated specifically for the injured Li Wuling. Cooking porridge in a desert where even a drop of water was worth its weight in gold was an extraordinary luxury. Yet, for Li Wuling's sake, the five thousand soldiers willingly offered the precious water from their canteens without a word of complaint.
A Turkic young woman sat atop a carriage, witnessing this scene. Her brows furrowed slightly, her expression perplexed. Such acts of mutual aid and love were unimaginable among the Turkic people, who revered the law of the jungle.
Lin Wanrong and Old Gao together propped up Li Wuling. Xu Zhen blew on the scalding porridge to cool it down before carefully spooning it into Li Wuling’s mouth.
The warm porridge slid down his throat, infusing Li Wuling with a trace of strength. After chewing and swallowing a few mouthfuls, he took a long, deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.
"Little Li, how are you feeling?" Seeing Li Wuling awaken once more, Hu Bugui couldn’t help but wipe a tear from his eye, asking with palpable relief.
Li Wuling’s lips were pale, but his waxen face broke into a long-absent smile. "Brother Hu, Brother Gao, I’m still alive, aren’t I?"