"There isn't one here either." The guards who were searching around down the slope reported one after another.
Dahu glanced around after hearing this, and then asked doubtfully: "Where is this foreigner hiding?"
Aji also said very puzzledly: "He was so seriously injured, but there was no trace of blood around him. How did he do it?"
Everyone was very puzzled. The slope was only more than ten meters long, and the moment Bosei Ximilu fell down, Aji immediately chased him to the entrance of the slope. In such a short period of time, a seriously injured person disappeared out of thin air.
No, there wasn't even a trace of blood left at the scene.
Aji took a few steps back, looked up at the slope for a long time, and suddenly shouted thoughtfully: "Go up quickly, he didn't fall down."
The guards were stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then said: "Didn't we see him fall with our own eyes?"
Dahu also nodded when he heard this and said, "Yes, Brother Ji, I just saw that foreigner fall down this slope with my own eyes."
Aji pointed at the slope and said: "Look, there is no sign of anyone slipping down on this slope, and there is not a drop of blood around here. The blood stains on the slope we just walked above are very obvious. Besides, if someone falls from it,
The small plants at the bottom of the slope should be crushed, and there are not even any footprints around here, so the foreigner must not have fallen."
Upon hearing this, Dahu hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't let the foreigner run away." After saying that, he and Aji led more than 20 guards and hurried up the slope. This time they did not go around.
The road is straight up from the downhill slope.
Dahu, who was running at the front, found a pit at the bottom of the slope, and it was stained with blood. There was a strong smell of blood. Then he climbed up the slope and pointed at the pit below and shouted: "There is still blood in it."
, that foreigner must have been hiding here just now."
Aji grabbed a small rock and looked at the tunnel below the slope: "Search quickly, he can't run far."
Dahu looked at the bloodstains on the ground and said, "The foreigner is going this way, chase him quickly." The group of people hurriedly looked for the direction of the bloodstains.
A groom pointed not far away and shouted: "There is a man lying there, he seems to be injured."
"This man is not Han. He looks like he is being hunted." A thin man with a beard said as he looked at the bloody man lying on the ground.
"Great Khan, a group of people are coming this way. They don't look like ordinary officers and soldiers. Let's get out of here as soon as possible." A strong man with a fat head and big ears shouted.
Upon hearing this, the bearded man pointed to the injured person on the ground and said, "Take him with you."
Hearing this, the strong man said: "Great Khan, I don't know what this man did to be hunted down by Mingren's officers and soldiers. If we take him with us, it will cause trouble, and it will be difficult for us to get out of the customs with him."
The bearded man glared at the strong man fiercely and said, "When have I, Mahamu, ever been afraid of Akito? The enemy of my enemy is a friend. Either take him with us, or we can wait for those Akito people to come over and kill them all.
Take this person and leave."
Hearing this, the strong man shook his head and carried the injured man who fell to the ground onto the carriage. Then he looked at the man driving and shouted, "Quickly leave." Hearing this, the man driving hurriedly drove the carriage and left.
When Dahu saw someone bringing Posesimilu into the carriage, he shouted: "Stop, firecrackers are ready, don't let them escape." Upon hearing this, the guards quickly stood in a row, then raised their firecrackers and took aim.
shooting.
Aji looked at the team of carriages pulling goods not far away and shouted: "Wait a minute, don't hurt innocent people, brother Dahu, let's forget it. The foreigner was seriously injured, and he may not survive even if he runs away."
" After hearing this, the guards did not put down their guns, and they all looked at Dahu with hesitant expressions on their faces.
After hearing this, Dahu calmed down slowly, looked at the back of the carriage that was gradually disappearing, and said with some reluctance: "This thief's life is really big, forget it." He felt that what Aji said was not unreasonable.
Postesimilu was indeed seriously injured and had lost so much blood. The chance of surviving was really low. If he opened fire rashly in this place and injured passers-by, it would also cause a lot of unnecessary trouble to the palace.
Aji patted Dahu on the shoulder and comforted: "Brother Dahu, don't worry about it. Don't forget that we got a lot of muskets and gunpowder for free. Besides, we have killed more than ten foreigners, and this escaped Bose
Similu is already half dead, I believe the young prince will not blame you or me."
Hearing this, Dahu put his arms around Aji's neck and said with a smile: "Let's go back and revive the young prince, and then we can have a drink."
"Brother Dahu, please be gentle, I can't breathe." Aji raised his head under Dahu's armpit and smiled bitterly.
"Hahaha~" After hearing this, Dahu looked down at Aji, who was holding his arms, and laughed.
The carriage was dripping with blood all the way, and the wooden floor inside the carriage was stained blood red. A strong man looked at the man lying in front of him who was twitching, and found that not only was his back bleeding violently,
One of his eyes was bleeding. He looked at Mahamu beside him, who was closing his eyes and concentrating, and said: "Khan, let's throw this man out of the car. I don't think he will survive."
After hearing this, Mahamu slowly opened his eyes, looked down at the bloody man lying on the floor and said, "Take out the golden sore medicine we exchanged for the fur and Akito."
Hearing this, the strong man reluctantly said: "I think this man can't be saved, Khan, so it's better not to waste it. This golden sore medicine was bought with a lot of furs. It's not enough to use it on this irrelevant person."
worth."
When Mahamu heard this, he looked at the strong man coldly and said, "Marema Papaya, don't you even listen to me now?"
"Sweating profusely, ugh~" Ma Mu Papaya sighed hesitantly, then reluctantly took out a bottle from the box on the side and handed it to Mahamu.
Mahamu turned the bloody man over with force, and then peeled off the man's shirt. A long and deep wound emerged. With his other hand, he pulled a wine naan from his waist, "Gudu"
With a click, he opened the cork of the wine naan with his thumb, and then poured a mouthful into his mouth.
"Pfft~", Mahamu sprayed a mouthful of wine on the man's back, and then sprayed several mouthfuls of wine continuously until the dirt on the wound was washed away. The white bones could be clearly seen in the wound after the dirt was removed.
There was a very deep separation of flesh and blood, and there was constant blood.
Mahamu bit off the red stopper on the mouth of the bottle, and then sprinkled the golden sore medicine on the long wound on the man's back. After a while, the blood soaked the freshly sprinkled golden sore medicine.
"It's not enough, bring out more." Mahamu said, looking at the mare's milk and papaya.
"Sweating profusely." Ma Mu Papaya was about to speak but hesitated when he heard this. With a look of reluctance on his face, he took out four bottles of golden sore medicine from the box and handed them to Mahamu.
Mahamu kept sprinkling golden sore medicine on the man's back. It took three bottles of golden sore medicine to seal the wound. Then he tore off a piece of cloth from his coat and wrapped the man's wound.
"Ah~" Mahamu sprinkled another bottle of golden sore medicine on the man's bleeding eyes, and then the injured man roared heartbreakingly.
"Hahaha~ I still have the strength to scream, but I can't die." Mahamu laughed.
"May the God of Eternal Life bless him and never die." Ma Kui Papaya prayed. He really didn't want the person in front of him to die now. A good piece of fur can be exchanged for ten small bottles of high-quality gold sore medicine. Now it's gone.
After drinking four bottles, his heart was dripping with blood, and he still expected this man to compensate him by treating him like a cow or a horse.
When Mahamu heard this, he showed a very contemptuous look in his eyes. He squinted at Ma Mu Papaya who was praying at the side, as if he could see through the heart of the person in front of him.
