Accompanied by the sound of fighting, a Tatar's sword and ax opened the shoulder of a sentry with such force that it split the man in half.
A spear was stabbed from behind, and the man fell to the ground screaming.
"Erdan! Let's go!" The older sentry, already covered in blood, looked at the young man crawling out from under a Tatar in front of him, and threw the leather bag in his hand over.
The young man was also covered in blood, both his own and Tatar's. He reached out and took it.
At this time, all the Tatars and sentries were lying on the ground, either dead on the spot or still gasping for breath.
The young man panicked and went to help a nearby companion. The companion's thigh was hit by a knife and axe, blood was gushing out, and a piece of flying grass was stuck in his heart. His pupils were dilated. Although he was still twitching, he was hopeless.
The battle was short and fierce, and in a blink of an eye only the two of them were left alive.
The rapid sound of horse hooves accompanied by howling came from a distance.
The older sentry got up quickly. There were obvious injuries on his legs and arms.
"Go quickly, into the mountains, into the mountains." He shouted.
The horses were all around, and the two of them climbed on and galloped away.
There was the sound of sharp arrows piercing the sky behind me.
With two puffs, the man and the horse were shot. The man fell forward and fell on the horse. The horse was stimulated and galloped faster, and soon got into a dense forest.
The sound of pursuit was soon left behind.
I don't know how long it took, but they had passed through the dense forest and returned to the wilderness.
The young man felt cold all over. He reached out and touched his thigh, and the dull pain became even stronger.
"Erdan, how are you?" the older man on one side asked weakly.
Only then did the young man see him beside him struggling to get up from his horse, with an arrow stuck in his shoulder.
"Uncle, how are you?" he asked in panic.
"I'm fine, I just got an arrow in my shoulder. What about you?" the older man asked.
His complexion was slightly pale and his speech was weak.
The boy withdrew his hand from his thigh.
"I'm fine." He said.
The elder breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then hurry up. We have too many wounds on our bodies. If we don't hurry back, we will bleed to death," he said.
The young man nodded and urged the horse hard again.
He didn't know how long he had been running, but the young man felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and his consciousness was getting blurry. He lay on the back of the horse and covered his legs with his hands.
That sticky and slippery feeling...
He could even feel the cracks in the wound and the blood pouring out of it more and more violently...
A popping sound made his scattered consciousness gather together. He looked sideways and found that there was only one horse next to him, and the person on the horse...
The young man sat up suddenly and turned around, only to see that the older man had fallen to the ground motionless.
"Uncle!" he shouted, turned his horse's head, jumped off and rushed towards him.
The elderly man was motionless, his face was pale, his lips were blue, and his body was already cold.
The young man cried loudly.
Why did he die….
He touched the wound on his leg, because the blood seemed to flow faster with this movement.
If you go back at this rate, you will bleed to death...
He sat on the ground blankly.
do you died?
All dead...
His eyes swept across his waist unconsciously, the white...
Tourniquet...
The young man stretched out his hand and pulled it out.
Can this help?
"..Everyone, look at me, use it like this.."
A man's voice rang in his ears, and a blurry scene appeared in front of him, surrounded by noisy companions.
"….Tighten the top of the wound with this stick…"
The young man vaguely relied on his remaining memories, then climbed onto the horse based on instinct, got on its back and galloped away in the wilderness.
"Erdan, Erdan."
Sounds coming and going were constantly ringing in my ears.
"Pour medicine..."
Then the suffocating feeling from the influx of liquid made the boy cough, and his sluggish consciousness came back to him. He slowly opened his eyes.
Still alive…
"Alive! Sir, still alive!"
Shouts of surprise came one after another, and heads of various sizes were poked in front of my eyes.
"Erdan!" The general pushed everyone away and shouted in surprise.
Stay alive!
The young man suddenly raised his hand and placed it heavily on his chest.
"..Operation map..." He murmured. After saying this, as if he had completed his mission, he tilted his head again and fainted.
Someone took out the leather bag from in front of him.
"Sir!" The man opened it and saw what was inside, his hands trembling with excitement.
"I got it! I got it!" the general shouted with joy.
In the cheers, the sentinel was not forgotten.
"Can he be saved?" He turned around and asked.
A military doctor was examining the sentinel's wounds carefully. At this time, he cut open his clothes to reveal the wound on his thigh.
"Oh my god, it's massive bleeding..." the military doctor shouted, such a wide wound... "But, but how could it be?"
How could he not die? With such a wide wound, even filling it with cotton cloth on the spot would not have saved his life! Not to mention that the sentry had been running away for so long...
His eyes fell on the white cloth above the wound, which was tied tightly with a wooden stick.
"Is this...that tourniquet?" the military doctor murmured, stroking it with trembling hands in disbelief.
Qi Yue learned about the war at the wounded barracks.
This time I came to the wounded barracks without a military doctor.
"Why should we accompany you? Everyone has gone to the front. We are going to fight a big battle this time." The auxiliary soldier who stayed behind said angrily, looking at Qi Yue and others' unkind expressions, "I'm not as free as you."
These noble people looked at them like monkeys, which was of no use at all. Even though they knew that this woman was untouchable, the auxiliary soldiers did not have a good look.
What are you afraid of?
The worst case scenario is death.
Anyway, their lives are as cheap as grass.
Qi Yue was shocked.
This was the first time Qi Yue came to the official hall after returning to the Acropolis.
However, Chang Yuncheng was not surprised when he learned the news. He did not need to guess the purpose of this woman's visit.
"Just in time for dinner." He said with a smile and stretched out his hand.
Qi Yue handed him her hand.
The soldiers in the room were startled and hurriedly exited.
This time Qi Yue came by himself, not even Aru.
"Okay." She said with a smile, "I don't know how good your cook's skills are, so let me cook myself."
Chang Yuncheng smiled.
"Okay." He didn't let go of her hand, but pulled her out, "Let me see how you do it."
"You pick vegetables." Qi Yue said with a smile.
Something strange was seen on the stove in the official hall today. Two cooks were standing outside the door with trepidation, attracting curious glances from people passing by.
"Old Deng, your job was kicked off?"
Everyone asked happily.
The two cooks didn't dare to talk nonsense, they just pretended not to hear what they were saying, and occasionally peeked through the crack in the door.
Qi Yue stretched out her hand and dotted the flour on Chang Yuncheng's face, then laughed. Before she finished laughing, Chang Yuncheng had already wiped the black ash from the fire stick on her face.
"Hey, this is difficult to wash." Qi Yue protested.
"I don't mind your ugliness." Chang Yuncheng laughed.
The laughter did not affect Qi Yue's craftsmanship, and soon four dishes and one soup were served on the table.
In order to save trouble, I didn't go to the dining room. I simply set up a small table in the kitchen and the two of them sat next to each other to eat.
Chang Yuncheng ate happily and kept using his chopsticks.
"Slow down." Qi Yue said with a smile.
"I don't dare to wait any longer, who knows if someone will come and steal my meal." Chang Yuncheng said.
Qi Yue was stunned for a moment before she remembered which time it was.
She looked at Chang Yuncheng, who was eating heavily, with a focused expression, as if he was doing something important and serious, and her heart felt both happy and sour at the same time.
"Eat slowly. This time, if anyone dares to steal your food, I will fight him off." She said after plastic surgery.
Chang Yuncheng couldn't help but laugh, a bit of embarrassment appeared on his face.
"Really?" he asked vaguely.
"Of course it is true," Qi Yue replied.
Chang Yuncheng hissed at her and tilted his head away.
Qi Yue was stunned for a moment, and then heard a familiar voice coming from outside the door.
"Where is Chang Yuncheng? Have you seen him?"
Zhou Maochun asked with eyes wide open.
The two cooks looked timidly at the angry old man.
"No..." They shook their heads.
Zhou Maochun stared at them, as if he wanted to see through their hearts and lungs.
"I said I went to eat... Where is the best restaurant here?" he asked.
With these words, the two cooks breathed a sigh of relief, and Qi Yue in the room also breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time loosened his hand covering Chang Yuncheng's mouth.
Chang Yuncheng had already bent over with laughter and could no longer hold the chopsticks.
"It turns out that I can only talk sweetly..." he laughed.
Qi Yue reached out and pinched him.
"You teased me and scared me to death." She laughed.
Chang Yuncheng smiled and hugged her in his arms. He didn't say anything, just hugged her.
Qi Yue stopped talking and let him hold her, looking at him and smiling.
The two of them stayed in silence and hugged each other for a moment.
"Okay, after eating and drinking, it's time for us to set off." Chang Yuncheng patted her and said.
Qi Yue nodded, looked up at him and smiled.
"But there's one thing." Chang Yuncheng stretched out his hand again and said solemnly, "You must follow me."
This surprised Qi Yue. She nodded without hesitation, raised her foot and kissed Chang Yuncheng's chin.
When they saw several carriages behind the army, especially the woman, all the generals and soldiers were frightened.
"You're crazy!" The guard looked in disbelief, "You actually let your wife go to the battlefield!"
I didn't know her identity before. This woman has a strong temper. It makes sense that she had to go because she couldn't hide her face. So what's the fuss about now?
"Chang Yuncheng, this is so outrageous! It's just for daily fun, how can we still play now!" He shouted loudly, furious.
Chang Yuncheng sat on his horse and smiled when he looked at the woman who was still explaining something to the disciples at the end of the team.
"Playing?" He looked at the guard, "Have you ever seen anyone risking his life?"
The guarding master was stunned for a moment.
"Whoever dares to go to the battlefield is playing for fun?" Chang Yuncheng looked solemnly and glanced at the soldiers who were already walking quickly, "Sir, are you playing for fun?"
Play with your mother's head! The guard stomps his feet.
How the hell could this be fun!
This is true!
He was stunned for a moment and looked at the woman in the direction of the baggage train. A disciple was hanging a big flag with the word "medical" clearly written on it.
Once you say it's just out of anger, but the second time you mean it.
Are you really going to risk your life?
The question is, can this group of people who lively and lively act and have fun every day work?