The Life-Saving Healing Potion

Charlotte, Roland, and several officers hurried to Lyon's side, where a large number of cavalry had spontaneously gathered. They stood silently in a circle, their faces filled with sorrow and helplessness.

They witnessed firsthand how the commander led from the front and how, with astonishing willpower, he persevered to the very last moment of victory despite mortally wounded.

At this moment, they could only watch helplessly as the young nobleman's life was lost along with his blood, and there was nothing they could do.

The crowd silently made way for Charlotte.

Charlotte walked over to Lyon and knelt down on one knee.

Lyon's face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

He seemed to sense someone's arrival, his eyelids twitched a few times with difficulty, and he opened them slightly, his unfocused gaze trying to focus.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he could only make extremely faint whispers.

Charlotte didn't offer any empty words of comfort; she immediately turned to Roland and the others and ordered, "Quick! Collect Militia Potion everyone is carrying! Bring them all here!"

The order was carried out swiftly, and several bottles of murky, low-grade healing potions were handed to Charlotte.

Without hesitation, she uncorked the bottle, carefully lifted Lyon's head, and fed him bottle after bottle of medicine into his mouth, which he could barely swallow.

The medicine did have a slight effect.

The bleeding from Lyon's long, deep abdominal wound had visibly slowed down.

A tiny, almost imperceptible amount of color even returned to his pale face.

Several suppressed, hopeful gasps came from the surrounding area.

But Charlotte's heart sank.

She knew very well that this low-level potion was utterly incapable of reversing the rapid loss of life force in the face of such severe injury.

Lyon's breathing did not become stronger; instead, it became even weaker.

At this moment of despair, Charlotte took a deep breath and took out a small, exquisitely crafted crystal bottle from the leather pouch at her waist.

A clear, pale blue liquid rippled in the bottle, refracting a soft and mysterious halo in the setting sun.

Roland recognized it immediately; he had seen Karl use it on severely wounded soldiers before. His expression changed slightly. "Knight, this is..."

Charlotte raised her hand to interrupt him.

Although Lyon was reckless and impulsive, and his strategic shortsightedness dragged the entire team into danger and caused her to clash with him many times, the commander's bravery and fearlessness in battle, and his chivalrous spirit of leading from the front and fighting to the last moment, should not have allowed him to die meaninglessly on this wasteland.

Without the slightest hesitation, Charlotte carefully uncorked the crystal bottle, and a fresh and vibrant aroma immediately filled the air.

She lifted Lyon's head again, held the bottle to his lips, and slowly poured the precious blue liquid into him.

The medicine took effect as quickly as if it had a life of its own upon entering the mouth.

A miraculous sight unfolded before everyone's eyes: the gruesome wound on Lyon's abdomen began to wriggle and close at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fresh granulation tissue grew rapidly, and the wound, which was deep enough to expose bone, was mostly healed within tens of seconds!

The deathly pallor on his face quickly faded, and his weak breathing became steady and strong.

"Oh my god..."

"By the Goddess above..."

"This... this is simply a miracle!"

A chorus of gasps and gasps erupted from the surrounding area.

Charlotte breathed a long sigh of relief. She quickly instructed the soldiers, "Be careful, securely tie him to the horse, and be careful to avoid the wound area."

Although his wounds had healed considerably, excessive blood loss and extreme exhaustion left Lyon in a deep coma.

Then, she stood up, her gaze sweeping over the remaining soldiers, equally exhausted but with hope in their eyes, and her voice clearly echoed throughout the area, "Gather the remains of all our comrades that we can find, and take them with us. We cannot let our heroes be buried in the wilderness."

"Gather all the stray warhorses, and take the captured weapons and armor. Be quick! The Sauron army will not let this go, and their retaliation may come soon!"

Her commands were clear and decisive.

At this moment, with Lyon unconscious, Charlotte, who had the highest rank, performed the best, and provided the life-saving medicine, was naturally regarded by all the survivors as the new temporary commander.

No one raised any objections, and the soldiers immediately rallied their spirits and began to silently carry out orders.

Just as everyone was busy, Lyon, who had been properly settled on horseback, suddenly let out a very faint groan, and his lips moved slightly.

A nearby soldier immediately leaned closer, listened intently, and then his expression turned somewhat strange.

He hesitated, glancing at Charlotte. "Commander... Lord Lyon... he seemed to be saying... don't forget... those... cattle and sheep..."

"..."

Charlotte's body froze instantly, and an inexplicable, nameless anger surged to her head.

She almost couldn't resist slapping this guy who had just escaped death and immediately reverted to his old ways!

She took several deep breaths to barely suppress the impulse, and expressionlessly gave the order, "Execute the original order! Assemble the troops; ignore the cattle and sheep!"

Roland, who was standing nearby, overheard this as well. He was first taken aback, then couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, whispering to Charlotte, "This guy... he's hopeless..."

The group quickly got ready, with each cavalryman controlling two or three warhorses. The empty horses carried the bodies of fallen comrades or bundled-up captured equipment.

Although the procession had grown larger, the atmosphere had become even more somber and sorrowful.

Charlotte looked around at the soldiers, all wounded and exhausted from the bloody battle, and at the silent corpses on horseback.

In their current state, it is virtually impossible for them to safely return to the distant Fran City.

Currently, there is only one place that can provide relatively safe rest and shelter.

Without further hesitation, she mounted her horse, pointed her sword northeast, and her resolute voice echoed throughout the weary ranks:

"Attention! Destination: Carnford! Full speed ahead!"