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The team continued to move forward, passing through patches of bamboo forests, crossing over hills, and stepping over streams. Bei Lin'er occasionally looked back to check on the team's situation, her eyes always remaining vigilant.
They had to cross a vast grassland, which was the territory of The Huns.
The wind on the grassland is strong and fierce, making the clothes of the people in the group rustle.
"Ling'er, the wind on the grassland is too strong, we need to be careful," a senior brother walked up to Bei Lin'er and reminded her.
Bei Lin'er nodded, her gaze far-reaching, seeing the wind sweeping up dust on the grassland, forming small whirlwinds. "Let's spread out a bit and walk, so the wind won't affect our formation."
The senior brothers adjusted as instructed, forming a wide and scattered formation on the grassland. This way, even with strong winds, it wouldn't affect the entire team's progress.
But on the grassland, the storm raged like a wild beast, with sand and dust filling the sky, obscuring the sun. Bei Lin'er stood at the forefront of the storm, her gaze determined, directing Senior brotherhood to find a sheltered place.
"Quick! Let's move to that valley over there!" Bei Lin'er shouted, pointing to a low-lying area in the distance. Her voice was almost swallowed by the wind, but her resolute gaze was impossible to ignore.
Senior brotherhood quickly reacted and followed closely. In the midst of the sandstorm, a young junior disciple accidentally fell. Bei Lin'er quickly turned back and reached out to help him up.
"Be careful, this sandstorm is not to be underestimated!" she said with concern, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Bai!" The junior brother's face carried a grateful smile, despite the dust that covered his face due to the wind and sand.
The group struggled through the storm and finally arrived at the valley. The wind weakened in the valley, allowing everyone to take a short rest. Bei Lin'er looked around to ensure everyone was safe and sound.
"The storm came out of nowhere, we need to be more careful," said a senior brother, his face showing signs of fatigue.
Bei Lin'er nodded, her eyes still alert. "We must be prepared to handle any sudden situation. The weather on the grassland is unpredictable."
After the storm, the sky gradually cleared. Bei Lin'er led everyone to continue forward, but she still felt somewhat uneasy. Although the storm on the grassland had passed, unknown dangers still awaited them ahead.
As they journeyed, they came across a group of injured nomads. Bei Lin'er immediately ordered a halt and began to provide medical treatment.
"Hurry, bring some wood, we need to make a fire!" Bei Lin'er commanded the senior brotherhood.
A junior disciple ran over, holding some herbs. "Senior Sister Bai, these herbs can be used to disinfect the wounds of the injured."
Bei Lin'er nodded and took the herbs. "Alright, let's divide the work and quickly treat these people."
Senior brotherhood quickly sprang into action, some started a fire, some cleaned the wounds of the injured, and others prepared medicine. Bei Lin'er personally treated a severely injured nomad, her techniques were skilled and her movements gentle.
"You will be fine," Bei Lin'er comforted the injured person in a soft voice, her eyes filled with determination and compassion.
As night fell, the bonfire flickered in the darkness. Bei Lin'er sat by the fire, quietly watching the dancing flames, her thoughts drifting far away. Senior brotherhood sat around the fire, speaking softly, sharing their own stories and experiences.
An older senior brother walked up to Bei Lin'er and said softly, "Bailing, you did very well today. We all saw your bravery and quick thinking."
Bei Lin'er smiled slightly and looked back at him. "I just did what I should do. It's our duty as doctors to help people in need when we see injustice."
The senior brother nodded, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. "Your strength and compassion are an example for all of us."
As the night grew late, everyone gradually sank into the land of dreams.
Bei Lin'er sat quietly by the fire, gazing at the flickering flames, while her heart was in turmoil.
The next morning, as the sun rose from the horizon, it brought new hope and challenges. Bei Lin'er stood up and woke up the sleeping Senior brotherhood.
"Senior brother, junior brother, wake up, we need to continue moving forward," her voice was firm and clear.
Everyone quickly packed up and prepared to depart. Bei Lin'er walked at the front of the group, her eyes filled with determination and courage.
The team slowly moved forward, crossing the grassland, passing over the hills, and stepping across the streams. Bei Lin'er was filled with anticipation for the future and the challenges of fate.
The sun hung high, the wind blew across the grassland, bringing new hope and challenges.
The wind and sand on the grassland gradually subsided, and Bei Lin'er and the senior brotherhood continued their journey. The sky presented a vast expanse, with distant mountain peaks looming in and out of sight as the group shuttled through the vast grassland.
Suddenly, a group of Xiongnu soldiers appeared in front of them like wolves, with a fierce momentum and hostility in their eyes. Bei Lin'er immediately stopped in his tracks, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes.
"Southerners, your herbs and belongings are now ours!" said the leader of the Xiongnu soldiers in rough and harsh Chinese.
Bei Lin'er felt a sudden tightness in her chest, knowing that this encounter was different from before. This was a real crisis.
"We won't easily give up the medicinal herbs," she responded calmly, signaling to the Senior brotherhood to prepare for battle.
The Xiongnu soldiers let out a rough laugh, then brandished their weapons and charged towards them. Bei Lin'er quickly drew his sword and joined Senior Brotherhood in the battle.
With the fierce attack of the Xiongnu soldiers, Bei Lin'er and the Senior brotherhood found themselves in a bitter battle. The Xiongnu soldiers were skilled in mounted archery, and their arrows rained down, putting Bei Lin'er and her allies in an extremely disadvantageous position.
Bei Lin'er wielded her sword, striving to fend off the arrow rain while commanding the Senior brotherhood to respond. However, the combat prowess of the Xiongnu soldiers far exceeded their expectations, and wave after wave of attacks left them almost breathless.
"Sister, what should we do?" a junior disciple asked anxiously, his face covered in dust and sweat.
"Hold on!" Bei Lin'er replied loudly, her eyes showing a strong determination.
At that moment, an arrow struck Peng Yizhi's shoulder, causing a spray of blood. Seeing this, Bei Lin'er felt a tightness in her heart, realizing that if this continued, there would be even greater casualties among the senior brotherhood.
"Stop!" Bei Lin'er commanded loudly, her eyes filled with helplessness and concern.
Senior brotherhood We heard the order and, although unwilling, we stopped resisting.
"We are not here to be your enemies, we are just passing through." Bei Lin'er said calmly in Xiongnu language, her eyes showing no fear.
"You actually speak our language? Who are you?"
"I am from the Xianbei tribe. Both my mother and father speak the Xiongnu language."
The Xiongnu leader glanced at Bei Lin'er and said in Xiongnu language, "Take them away."
The Xiongnu soldiers surrounded them all, and at that moment of being surrounded, Bei Lin'er and her senior brotherhood faced an unprecedented crisis.
They were tightly bound and taken to the center of the Xiongnu tribe. The people of the tribe curiously gathered around these foreigners from the south, their eyes filled with vigilance and distrust.
Bei Lin'er tried to stay calm. She knew that in this situation, any impulsive behavior could lead to irreparable consequences. She turned to look at the Senior brotherhood beside her, signaling them with her eyes to remain calm.
"We are healers from the south, we mean no harm," Bei Lin'er explained to the tribal leader in the language of the Xiongnu, exerting all her strength.
The leader, a sturdy middle-aged man, looked at Bei Lin'er with distrust and hostility in his eyes. He then coldly asked, "People from the south, why have you come to our land?"
Bei Lin'er took a deep breath and calmly replied in the language of the Huns: "We are healers. We came here to transport medicinal herbs. Our mission is to treat the sick and injured, not to be enemies of your Hun tribe."
The leader remained silent for a moment, then pointed to a group of coughing elderly and children in the tribe and asked, "Our people are sick. Can you heal them?"
Bei Lin'er nodded and replied in the language of the Xiongnu, "We will do our best."
The leader ordered Bei Lin'er and her Senior brotherhood to be untied and brought to where the patients were. Bei Lin'er and her Senior brotherhood began to treat the patients, using the herbs and medical skills they carried with them.
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