The soldier who had been hit by the arrow hid under the long grass on the roadside, groaning softly.
If he heard any noise, he would shut up immediately, stop breathing, and not dare to show any movement.
However, now the wind is strong, the forest is noisy, the mountains and fields are roaring, and the grass and trees are full of soldiers. He often scares himself, and is finally frightened to the point where he twitches all over and falls into despair.
The grass growing beside him was suddenly pushed away, and the sudden appearance of a light made the soldier scream in fright.
"Don't yell." The girl scolded in a low voice, her voice especially clear and ethereal in the night.
The soldier quickly covered his mouth with his left hand, panting and looking at the girl, his eyes wide open.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at the arrow on his back that had not been pulled out. His body was lying on the outside, and the blood stained his entire clothes and seeped into the grass beneath him.
Xia Zhaoyi took out his dagger and squatted down, asking, "Are you the only one injured?"
The soldier was sweating profusely in pain and his head was pounding: "I am the only one who was hit by an arrow. I am the unlucky guy."
After saying that, he found that his soaked clothes were torn open by the girl.
"I have to dig out the arrowhead, it will be very painful," Xia Zhaoyi handed over a handkerchief, "Bite it."
"General Ali, will I die of pain?" the soldier cried.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at him, his eyes bright and firm, and said solemnly: "Even if you die, I will save you, just be patient."
The soldier was sobbing and his hands were shaking.
Xia Zhaoyi waited patiently until he stuffed the handkerchief into his mouth, then dug out the flesh with his dagger.
She knew the arrows of "those people" very well. The pattern of this crossbow arrow remained unchanged and it should have been made in the same batch. Therefore, she could easily know the positions of the two arrows on the arrow.
In order to save the soldiers from suffering, Xia Zhaoyi's technique was particularly neat. In an instant, she dug out the arrowhead, took out the ointment from her sleeve and applied it on it just yesterday in Wei Dongyou's ward.
The handkerchief from the soldier's mouth was suddenly taken away. The soldier was stunned for a moment and looked up at her.
Xia Zhaoyi said gently: "You can rest for a while, or you can sleep directly. Your life is not in danger. I will have someone come and take care of you."
"This, is this good?" the soldier exclaimed in surprise. It had only been a while, and he hadn't counted from one to fifty so fast.
"You are unlucky, but you are not unlucky either. The arrow did not damage your internal organs. You are so lucky." Xia Zhaoyi smiled.
"I'm so lucky!" the soldier was overjoyed.
Xia Zhaoyi smiled and nodded, giving him the ointment: "I still have something to do, you can rest."
The small porcelain bottle containing the ointment still retained the girl's body temperature. The soldier's palms were tightly clenched as he watched the girl's beautiful figure leave.
He sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose, and there seemed to be a faint scent of the handkerchief between his lips and teeth.
By the way, she didn’t take this handkerchief away!
The soldiers quickly picked it up and held it in their hands.
No wonder so many people like Miss Ah Li, the soldier looked down at the handkerchief and thought to himself, no wonder so many people like her.
Xia Zhaoyi didn't go far, so she went to the spring to call out the few soldiers who were hiding below and pretending to be dead, and asked them to carry the people. Then she took a man who was recognized by other soldiers as being eloquent to lead the way.
This soldier who was said to be eloquent was covered in water. Although it was early summer, the clear springs in the mountains were really freezing. The mountain wind made him shiver. When he opened his mouth, he first explained to himself: "After we fell, we climbed up and recovered."
The leader and the others were separated. We were afraid that there would be pursuers behind us, so we didn’t dare to move and planned to hide until dawn before going down the mountain.”
While saying these words, he followed Xia Zhaoyi, his teeth chattering.
"Tell me what happened." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Well, on the way back, we saw Lao Zhang hanging from it. The boss and the others were all frightened. Then someone shot arrows at us! We were lucky. There happened to be a coffin bearer over there, and everyone was so frightened that they threw the coffin away.
It’s over.”
"...Zhang Tengfei's coffin?"
"Well, then we ran away, and they chased us and shot arrows to kill us. But if we only injured one person, then it can be seen that they just want the coffin..."
"Well, it should be." Xia Zhaoyi said.
A few drops of rain suddenly fell from the sky, followed closely by the heavy rain, which fell with no buffering process.
"Oops, it's raining!" the soldier looked up and said.
"Thunders can also occur," Xia Zhaoyi said. "Being in a mountain forest and encountering a thunderstorm is the most dangerous thing."
"Then, General Ali, we have to continue..."
"You go back," Xia Zhaoyi said, "I'll go by myself."
"This," the soldier didn't dare, so he hurriedly speeded up to catch up, "Miss Ah Li, if I just go back by myself, then today I will..."
"Just take it as a military order?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
She found that these two words worked very well.
The soldier was indeed speechless.
Xia Zhaoyi left directly.
Going back along the path pointed by the soldiers, the arrow stopped at a relatively flat area on a slope. As expected, those men did not pursue it for long.
I think so. The torches burned the ground and made wildfires. The coffin was also made of wood. They must have frightened the people away and then immediately went back to carry the coffin.
The rain became heavier and heavier, and a few thunderbolts struck, illuminating the sky and the earth with a silvery light.
The raging fire was destroyed, and under the overwhelming momentum, its arrogance completely disappeared.
Xia Zhaoyi walked to the mountainous area where the fire broke out. The trees on both sides were scorched and withered. However, the fire looked fierce from a distance. It would take time to burn these sturdy ancient trees cleanly.
She walked towards the place where the soldiers pointed out where they were hiding, and there were still traces of their ambush on the ground.
Also, if the large coffin was carried away from the dense jungle, there would be traces of the vegetation along the way.
However, due to the heavy rain, the traces could not be left for long, so Xia Zhaoyi began to speed up.
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The heavy rain caught everyone off guard. When Zhang Ji and others came down from the mountain, they were all drowned.
Everyone ran towards the direction of the Perilla Dyeing House despite the heavy rain. They all set up a greenhouse at the foot of the largest mountain ridge outside the countryside. When they saw the greenhouse from a distance, everyone was overjoyed, even Zhang Ji was not expecting it.
Wang Fengnian was waiting under the greenhouse. When he saw them, he hurriedly greeted them and passed dry cloths and dry clothes with his men.
There is a large pot in the greenhouse. Combine the boiling hot water in the pot with the cold water in the large bucket outside, and you will have a bowl of warm water that can save people.
Zhang Ji took a swig from the bowl, wiped his mouth, and cupped his hands with his fists: "Why is Mr. Wang here?"
"I'm here to find my employer," Wang Fengnian said. "When I saw it was going to rain, I sent someone to set up a tent."
"Don't worry about Miss Second thinking so highly of Manager Wang. Manager Wang is actually far-sighted and foresighted!"
"Haha!" Wang Fengnian was always praised by the Xia Family Army soldiers recently. He felt embarrassed. After some pleasantries, he asked Zhang Ji and the others to rest first while he stayed and continued to wait for Xia Zhaoyi.
The greenhouse is said to be a greenhouse, but it is not shabby at all. There are wind lanterns hanging from the four eaves and corners, looking from a distance, it looks like a small house.
At the entrance of the northeastern village of Anhe Village, in front of a small farmhouse with the highest terrain, two elderly men stood under the eaves of the rain-soaked roof, looking up at the greenhouse.
