After the war, even though this was still a tragic victory, for the Shu army, it was the first time they defeated the Tatar army head-on.
What's more, many soldiers could be seen crying directly.
Cries, laughter, and cheers continued in the canyon.
Even Xiahou, who had stopped serving as a soldier long ago, his eyes were red at the moment, his breathing was rapid, and his chest was heaving.
The shame of many years has finally begun to be washed away today.
Who said that there are no good men in Sichuan and Sichuan? They just died on the battlefield and could not return home wrapped in horse leather.
As for Chen Mu, he patted Xiahou on the shoulder, then mounted his horse and headed towards the military camp.
Although the battle was won, it is known that Huo Quxie, the leader of the Shu army, is still alive or dead.
Following Qi Zeguang's lead, he soon arrived at the main general's tent.
Before entering the tent, you could hear anxious shouts and curses coming from inside the house.
"Damn it, why is the general's blood still bleeding? Old boy, if the general dies today, don't live anymore!"
It was none other than Na Lin Qiye.
Chen Mu entered the tent and saw several people gathered in front of the bed. As for Huo Quxie, he was half-naked and lying on the bed. His face was pale and weak. It was not difficult to tell that he had lost too much blood and was on the verge of death.
"Who? How dare you break into the general's tent without permission?"
Before Chen Mu could step forward, a general standing in front of the bed suddenly yelled and wanted to catch him the next moment.
They were just about to capture Chen Mu. When Qi Zeguang saw this, he immediately kicked him over.
However, this person was obviously a person who had practiced martial arts for a long time. This kick directly hit his lower abdomen, but he only took a few steps back and did not fall to the ground as expected.
"Bold Assassin!"
This man steadied his body, stared at Chen Mu and Chen with murderous intent, and was about to draw his sword immediately.
"Vice General Zhang, Sir is the distinguished guest invited by General Huo from Ba County!"
Just when the two of them were at war with each other, Lin Qiye hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.
After hearing this, Vice General Zhang lowered his posture a little and glared at Chen Mu and Chen Mu coldly: "Bad luck!"
After spat, he returned to the bed again and urged the old doctor.
The smell of blood in the room was so strong that Huo Quxie's bed was already stained red with blood, but he didn't know how much blood had been shed.
As for the arrow, the doctor had already taken it out, but the old doctor was still kneeling there with trembling hands, constantly applying medicine to Huo Quxie to stop the bleeding.
As for Chen Mu, he took the arrow and carefully observed the remaining blood stains on the arrow branch.
It was a full two inches long. Now I looked at the position of the arrow. Fortunately, it didn't hurt any vital parts.
However, Lin Qiye lost too much blood during the bumpy journey. In today's medical environment, too much blood loss means death.
With Huo Quxie's current amount of bleeding, if he wanted to rely on his own hematopoiesis and resist, the hope of survival would be almost zero.
Finally, under Lin Qiye's constant yelling and urging, the bleeding finally stopped.
However, in Chen Mu's opinion, it was only possible to stop it if most of the blood in his body had been lost and could no longer flow out.
The old doctor looked at Lin Qiye and the deputy general with a face full of horror: "The villain... I tried my best. Whether I can survive depends on whether the general can carry it tonight..."
"It's like this, it's better to bury it as soon as possible!"
Before the doctor could finish speaking, Chen Mu stepped forward and interrupted the conversation.
"What do you want to do? Even if you are General Huo's friend, if you delay the general's treatment, be careful!"
Chen Mu glared at the deputy general, then looked at Lin Qiye who was standing aside: "Brother Lin, believe me, General Huo has lost too much blood now. If he stays like this all night, his life will be in danger!"
Lin Qiye didn't know about this. After thinking about it, he asked: "Sir...is there any way?"
Chen Mu nodded: "Do you still have unprocessed arrow feathers?"
"Yes...yes."
"Bring me some quickly!"
Arrow feathers are the feathers of birds. High-end arrows use eagle feathers, and inferior arrows use duck and goose feathers. As for the Shu army, they use the worst chicken feathers as arrow feathers.
Although he doubted the use of chicken feathers in saving the general's life, he was already at his wits' end and could only place his hope on Chen Mu.
"Old Qi, go outside and boil some water!"
"yes!"
In Huo Quxie's current situation, Chen Mu could only act like a dead horse and perform an emergency blood transfusion like in his previous life.
But it can be seen that blood transfusion requires the blood types of both parties to match. Chen Mu doesn't know any way to distinguish the blood type. At the moment, he can only help Huo Quxie open a blind box.
Soon, Lin Qiye ran back to the tent with a few chicken feathers.
Chen Muze quickly asked Qi Zeguang to boil the chicken feathers in boiling water for a few minutes.
When everything was ready, Chen Mu used a knife to shave off the feathers on the chicken feathers, then sharpened both ends of the barbules and inserted one end above the artery in Huo Quxie's wrist.
He frowned slightly and inserted the other end into the artery of his wrist.
Chen Mu stood on the bed in one step and lifted Huo Quxie's arm upwards, trying not to let the blood flow backwards, while tilting his own arms downward to let the blood in his body flow down.
Soon, you can see the blood flowing into Huo Quxie's body from the barbules.
In ancient times, there was no technology to make needles. In the earliest days in the West, barbules were used as needles to inject medicine into the body. However, others had infusion tubes and would not be as tired as Chen Mu.
At that time, the remaining people were already extremely shocked by Chen Mu's move.
Lieutenant General Zhang was the first to ask: "What are you doing?!"
"Transfuse blood for your general. Don't fucking glare at me. If you have a way to save him, do it!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yes, if you lose too much blood, you can just transfuse some blood from others. I think you, a quack, are not as good at medicine as you!"
After decades of saving people and treating illnesses, even though he was a little scared of these soldiers, when his medical skills were suddenly ridiculed, the old doctor couldn't help but retort.
"This method has been tried before... not only will it fail to save people, but it will be counterproductive."
"What are you talking about, old man?!"
"The old gentleman is right. This method will indeed kill people. The chance of saving General Huo is only five levels. But if it is not a certain death situation, I am actually unwilling to take such a big risk."
Not long after Lin Qiye's complexion recovered, he was enveloped by a thick fog again in the blink of an eye.
"Fifth floor..."
But he soon calmed down again. This method may not be reliable, but he believed in Chen Mu.
"Humph, if something happens, you are the only one to ask!"
Vice General Zhang gave Chen Mu another cold look, then ignored everyone and headed outside the camp.
The method of blood transfusion to save people was unheard of, and what was more, I learned from the old doctor that not only could this method not save people, it could actually kill people.
However, it was for this reason that Vice General Zhang did not do anything to stop him. If Huo Quxie hadn't suddenly taken office, the post of commander-in-chief of the Shu Army should have been his. It would be best if he was cured to death. It would not be impossible for him to take advantage of this opportunity.