In fact, no matter what Mi Fang thinks, Dian Wei doesn't care about this. His outlook on life is relatively simple. He eats well, sleeps well, and has fights. That's enough. Now Dian Wei doesn't even have a wife.
If you don’t have it, you won’t even think about those things that you have and don’t have.
Seeing Dian Wei smashing big holes with a wave of his hand, Wang Xuan had a smile on his face, as if he was used to it, but his heart was filled with waves. Are you sure you are still a human?
Although Dian Wei had said before that he was in a state where Gang Qi was released, a simple introduction to the state could not make Wang Xuan understand what kind of state it was. When they were fighting, Dian Wei did not use all his strength, so until this moment,
, only then did Wang Xuan understand what the so-called release of Gang Qi meant.
To put it simply, a human-shaped self-propelled artillery, or a rocket launcher more appropriately, within the radius covered by its gas, is several times more powerful than a rocket launcher. At least, ordinary rocket launchers cannot explode on the ground.
A large pit more than two meters deep. The most important thing is that it has unlimited ammunition, at least until Dianwei Gangqi is exhausted.
Wang Xuan couldn't even imagine what it would be like if Dian Wei was replaced with a big iron halberd!
Anyway, Wang Xuan was convinced that if he faced this punch, he would have no choice but to hire a group of people to pick up corpses everywhere for him. The scattered corpses!
Shaking his head slightly, Wang Xuan gave up the thought of turning into pieces of meat on the ground. Wang Xuan turned his head and said naturally to the guards of the Mi family: "The injured ones should be cleaned and bandaged. The uninjured ones should be sorted and moved quickly.
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Perhaps Wang Xuan and Dian Wei had just saved their lives, perhaps because Wang Xuan's superior aura was too powerful. Except for a few guards who glanced at Mi Fang, the others immediately took action.
Mi Fang also nodded blankly, with no intention of objecting at all. To be honest, he was a little overwhelmed at this moment. He had just experienced a battle and narrowly escaped death. At this moment, he relaxed and felt exhausted. If it weren't for his savior Wang Xuan, he would still be alive.
Here, he would just fall asleep.
"You guys, wait!" When Wang Xuan saw these injured guards, he directly put bloody strips of cloth on his body to bandage the wounds, and immediately stopped him.
Are you sure those bloodstains are yours?
If you just put a bandage on your own wound, you won't be afraid of AIDS?
Well, there is no AIDS here, but who knows if there are other diseases, even tetanus infection?
A group of injured people looked at Wang Xuan with confusion. Wang Xuan sighed and said directly: "Don't bandage it like this, it will make the wound rot!"
"Brother Mi Fang, there is clean cloth on top of your motorcade." Wang Xuan turned to look at Mi Fang.
"some."
"Okay, just take out one and tear off some."
"But according to the prince's orders."
Wang Xuan ordered people to get cloth and tear it into strips five centimeters wide. He also asked everyone to rinse the wounds thoroughly with water and then bandage them with strips of cloth. There were not even the most basic medicines for treating wounds on the convoy. Look.
Wang Xuan shook his head.
During the Ming Dynasty, he popularized military medicine in the army early on, and formed an effective and fixed system for wound debridement and the preparation of wound medicine.
Wang Xuan took out a 'sword and weapon talisman' from the space. The Taoist priest only prepared a few of these. Now Wang Xuan can't draw the talisman and seal by himself, so it can be said that he uses one less than one.
However, considering that Mi Zhen, well, Mi Fang will be his brother from now on, the family will not talk about two families, and the guards of the Mi family can be regarded as his guards, so he convinced himself.
Asking someone to fetch a jar of clean water, Wang Xuan mobilized a large amount of spiritual power in his body and used all his strength to activate the talisman in his hand. Suddenly, a dazzling milky white light lit up from his hand, pointing towards the clear water in the clay jar from a distance.
, a white light shined directly into the clay pot, the water rippled, and little bits of light immediately appeared in the clear water.
In fact, normal usage only requires a little spiritual power as a guide, or it can be directly lit and inserted into the water. However, in order to pursue the sound and light effect, Wang Xuan did this deliberately. He had no choice but to be clumsy.
Use spiritual power to pile them up.
This is not because Wang Xuan wants to show off, but simply because he wants to make everyone believe that this thing has an incredible effect on treating wounds.
After all, the aroma of wine is also afraid of the dark alleys. People trained in modern society know the importance of packaging and advertising. They can turn starch tablets into a good medicine that can cure all diseases. In the end, they can really be eaten by you.
Get results, and then take the initiative to help you with voluntary Amway!
It's so magical!
Just like now, hundreds of people are watching this scene with wide eyes and surprise. They have no idea why, but they feel so awesome.
"Injured people, no one can take a sip, it can speed up the healing of the wound and prevent the wound from rotting."
After Wang Xuan finished speaking, the injured immediately rushed forward, fearing that if they were too late, the people in front would drink up the mana-enhancing water!
"Get in line!" Wang Xuan shouted sharply, and the aura of a person in a position of authority was unmistakable, immediately making the queue become very orderly.
Mi Fang watched in secret wonder, and couldn't help but begin to guess the origin of Wang Xuan. As long as there are skills, martial arts can be learned, and strength can be cultivated, these things can be obtained through hard work, but this body completely comes from the aura of a superior.
, the ability to make people obey orders involuntarily upon seeing them must only be possessed by people from aristocratic families or those in high positions.
This can only be cultivated by those who control the lives and deaths of thousands of people and can determine their rise and fall with a single word.
It is impossible for poor people, even a peerless warrior like Dian Wei, or a wealthy businessman like his Mi family to have such momentum.
Mi Zhen, who had been hiding in the carriage, started to see stars in his eyes. The last time he saw someone with such momentum was from Tao Gongzu. Others, even his eldest brother, had mastered it.
The head of the Mi family, who has thousands of servants, does not have this aura about him.
After lining up and taking a bite, all the injured intuitively felt that the wound no longer hurt, but had a slight numbness. This was a sign that the wound had begun to heal. The more people experienced it personally, the more they knew this.
What does a sip of water bring to you?
In this era, although people's physical fitness has become many times stronger in future generations, due to the backwardness of medical technology and the lack of doctors, ordinary people can only resign themselves to fate after being injured, praying that they are lucky enough, and the wound will not become infected or inflamed.
He took his own life.
Only those who are truly superior can have doctors to treat them.
Therefore, the lower class people were, the more they knew how to cherish him. A group of injured people ignored the blood stains on the ground and knelt down to salute Wang Xuan.
Wang Xuan accepted this gift calmly. Only in this way can these guards feel at ease. After all, apart from their own lives, they have nothing to repay Wang Xuan.
Oh, no, their lives belong to the Mi family, and there is nothing they can do to repay Wang Xuan!
This is the case in this era. Those at the bottom of society are not even qualified to be called common people. The better ones are called common people, and the rest can only be called slaves. Their wealth and life belong to the master's family, and they don't even have freedom.
Even so, not everyone is qualified to sell into slavery.
Because after selling yourself into slavery, although you lost your freedom, all your food and drink were provided by your master's family. Even in times of disaster and famine, you didn't have to worry about not having enough to eat. You were already a thousand times better off than those who died of cold and hunger at every turn.
Ten thousand times more.
These ordinary people do not have the consciousness of 'give me freedom or give me death'.
Only those who have had enough to eat are qualified to play. People who don’t even have enough to eat have no time to think about what is available and what is not available.
Therefore, the reason why there were so many riots and riots on a certain island was because Yuan Dada made them eat too much.
After letting the injured rest aside, Wang Xuan began to direct the uninjured people to clean up the corpses on the ground. They dug out all the weapons, weapons and belongings and put them aside. The corpses were directly thrown into the pit and buried with soil.
"Young Master Wang, why do you want to keep these thieves' things? What's the use of this?" Mi Fang now feels more confident in calling her "Young Master" because the word "Young Master" cannot be used by just anyone.
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"Etiquette: Mourning Clothes": "The son of a prince is called a son."
In the pre-Qin Dynasty, the sons of princes were called princes, such as the famous four princes of the Warring States Period. By the Han Dynasty, they generally referred to young men of wealthy noble families, and were an honorific title for the sons of bureaucrats and nobles.
"Of course this is useful." Wang Xuan nodded towards the pile of weapons, "Don't you think these thieves are too powerful in combat?"
"Uh...I understand!" Mi Fang blinked and suddenly realized, "Indeed, these should be the elites among thieves. Otherwise, the more than a hundred domestic guards I led are all good ones, and ordinary thieves would have been killed long ago.
Killed and dispersed."
"..." Wang Xuan glanced at Mi Fang speechlessly, you will understand what the hell is going on!
Is this what I'm specifically talking about?
It's not because you have a good sister that I can't be bothered to talk to you!
"Go and take a good look at their weapons. They are all of the same standard. These are not things that ordinary thieves can have!" As he said this, Wang Xuan looked at the two captives who were tied up. "Am I right?
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Wang Xuan turned his head and looked at the two prisoners on the ground with determination.
At this moment, Mi Fang finally realized something, her face instantly became extremely ugly, with a livid face, she walked towards the pile of weapons, picked up the thick ring-headed knives and looked at them, no matter the style,
The specifications are exactly the same. Moreover, the same patterns are engraved on them, so they are obviously produced in the same batch.
The thieves are absolutely incapable of making such knives, so it is self-evident what happened.
These so-called thieves and bandits are either Han officials and soldiers disguised as soldiers, or they are private soldiers of powerful locals. There is no third possibility!
But no matter who it is, it is not something Mi Fang, or the entire Mi family, can afford to offend!