The scissors cut the straps of Gu Sheng's rhinoceros leather armor and then peeled off his clothes. The old doctor, who was always laughed at by this young man and called him "Seventh Uncle", looked at the bruised Gu Sheng. The white beard on his lips was trembling slightly.
This young man, who was always lively and lively, now had his skin so badly beaten by the horses' hooves that not a single piece of intact flesh could be felt on his body.
This was an injury that should have been fatal. The fine rhinoceros leather armor blocked a lot of damage for him. The old escort's pill brought him back from the line of life and death. Several escorts took turns and ran for thirty miles in relay.
The journey took him back to Bingyuan City. The people from the escort office got the news and hurriedly took the old doctor to the north gate to wait.
The people from Wuhe Escort Bureau borrowed this shed from the owner of a tea shed, put together several tables, and gently lifted Gu Sheng up.
Even with his years of medical practice, he was still a bit unsure about Gu Sheng's injuries. The few flesh wounds had been smeared with golden sore medicine, and the blood at the broken bones was frozen into ice.
However, the injuries to the internal organs and the number of broken bones were worse than when Wei Changpan was injured.
Gu Sheng's first-floor martial artist's body is now in danger like a piece of porcelain full of cracks. It may break into pieces with a slight touch. However, if he does not use any means of medical treatment and allows the injuries to his organs and muscles to rot, then
Not even gods can save his life.
"Where is Lao Gu? Where is Lao Gu?" The old doctor examined Gu Sheng's injuries and found that they were worse than his previous worst estimate. "Is Lao Gu here?"
His old friend is the father of this child, and the situation of this child that he has watched grow up is now... in danger.
Now is the time when Old Gu Gu Shengyang needs to make a decision. If he uses extraordinary means to save him now, Gu Sheng's future in martial arts will probably be hopeless. If he uses medicine and stone to keep him alive, he may not be able to tell when he will pass away.
Choking on the fishy consistency in his throat, Gu Sheng, who was originally unconscious, coughed painfully, and blood droplets flew to the people nearby.
"Old sir, let's go and rescue him. Save his life first. I'll tell the rest with Old Guard Gu." Wei Changpan, who had been next to Gu Sheng, carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief soaked in water.
Mo, and then said to the doctor who was still hesitating.
Gu Sheng was one of his few friends in Jinzhou. If Wei Changpan wanted to help or if he had questions about the escort agency, Gu Sheng was happy to tell him in detail. Although he was always treated as a friendly person by old Gu Shengyang.
Even Wei Changpan was a little worried about whether Wei Changpan would have a grudge against the people he compared with him, but if something happened to him next time, the first person he would think of would be Gu Sheng.
During his years in the Wuhe Escort Agency, the old doctor surnamed Ni was not always able to rescue seriously injured people. He died without a cup of tea after being brought back, and he suffered injuries that were fatal at a glance.
There was no time to save him. Some of the escorts had hot tempers and couldn't explain why. When they heard that their brothers couldn't be saved, they couldn't help but give him a punch.
Even though Dr. Ni had learned some self-defense boxing and kicking skills during his years in the army and escort agency, how could he defeat these wolf-like and tiger-like escorts?
Every time, under the persuasion of Zai Wu and the head of the escort bureau, he had to stay for decades because of his face.
Although Zai Wu and the Escort Bureau have taken root, Doctor Ni has also set a rule that the seriously injured deceased sent to him must be accompanied by their close relatives. After he explained the situation in detail,
Able to rescue.
After all, medicine is just a skill, and skills will always be exhausted.
He had an unusual friendship with old Gu Gu Shengyang, but the old doctor surnamed Ni was even more worried that if something happened to Xiao Gu, the two friends who had been friends for a short time would become lifelong enemies in the blink of an eye.
Wei Changpan's words calmed down the old doctor. He took out a white jade box inlaid with pearls and jade from the medicine box, then covered his mouth and nose with a piece of fine white cloth, and used a silver spoon to gouge out a small, semi-black ball in the box.
The translucent paste burned on the candle, causing everyone around to retreat fifty steps away.
On several tables put together, Gu Sheng's face was ferocious and twisted, and he was biting a piece of towel in his mouth, saying that he was afraid that he would bite off his tongue in case of pain.
Fifty steps away, Wei Changpan watched the old doctor put the silver spoon with the wisps of cigarette smoke under Gu Sheng's nose. After a while, Gu Sheng's face softened and relaxed, and his expression was as comfortable as a sleeping person.
The scars on the baby's body seem to have disappeared.
Someone from the escort office took the two people who died in the battle back to the compound first, and then the remaining people returned to the camp outside the city to return to their orders. They were all members of the army now, and they had to rush after receiving the order.
Return to the camp and wait for orders. If they disobey orders on the battlefield, any of Yao's generals can chop off their heads.
Wei Changpan, who waited until the last minute to leave, looked back at the old doctor who was cutting open Gu Sheng's flesh and reattaching the bones. The latter also noticed him, raised his head and gave him a positive look.
In the camp, they met for the first time the newly appointed Jinzhou general, who would lead them to resist the barbarians marching south this winter. In the eyes of these tough warriors, he was just a careless middle-aged man with a green robe and a broad belt on his back.
He started to walk into the military tent. He had a light beard and smiled more when getting along with his subordinates. He did not have the majesty of a fourth-grade general like Yao.
Zhang Ziwen, who was nearby, noticed some imperceptible contempt shown by several Jianghu people. Apart from being unhappy, he also felt somewhat disapproving of the general's usual casual attire.
After all, we are in a military camp, and a general should look like a general.
"The fact that we were able to rescue the siege with such small casualties and kill thousands of barbarians was all due to your martial arts." Song Zhiwen actually bowed to everyone in the tent, and a fourth-rank real-power general from Emperor Yao came to the rescue.
Such a great gift was not easily accepted by these martial artists, so they hurriedly paid it back with even greater courtesy.
After all, most of the time, the world still has to look up to the temple.
"The general will truthfully report the deceased members of the sect to the court, and they will be sent to the court soon. The medical officers in the camp are not mediocre. If there are any injuries, they can be sent to the hospital for medical treatment." The general said again.
He saluted the Jianghu people in the military tent and said, "The barbarians have suffered such great humiliation this time. When they are angry and angry, they will definitely step up their troops. I still need to patrol and defend the surrounding areas of the city, so I won't be accompanying you much."
The elegant smile on Song Zhiwen's face disappeared after he left the military tent. His face seemed to be made of iron without any expression. There was a joyous sound in the military tent behind him.
"General." As a staff officer, Zhang Ziwen hurriedly took a few steps to keep up with him, "There is another thing. Among these Jianghu people, there is an old escort from the Wuhe Escort Bureau who reported that someone from their escort agency killed a barbarian Qian Fu.
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"The barbarian's captain of a thousand... a captain of a thousand?" Song Zhiwen had an unbelievable look on his face, "Did anyone witness it or have evidence?"
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"In addition to the Wuhe Escort Bureau, there are also several people who testified that it was a leading young escort from the Wuhe Escort Bureau who threw a knife and hit the barbarian captain's vest, killing him on the spot." Zhang Ziwen handed over the necklace made of animal teeth in his hand.
"This is something that was torn from the body of the barbarian captain. I would like to ask the general to take a look at it."
"You don't have to look at it, it's something that belonged to the Lord of the Salha Tribe on the grassland." The general looked at the necklace with interest. "It seems that he is not only a captain, but also a genuine Lord."
Although the total number of men and horses that the leader of a small tribe of barbarians can use may not be as good as the captain of a thousand in a large tribe, the leader is the leader. There can be dozens of commanders in most tribes, but the number of commanders in each tribe in the grassland tribes can be as high as ten.
There can only be one master.
If killing a famous captain is a meritorious service that can lead to promotion to the second level and a reward of a thousand taels of silver, then coupled with the name of the master... it is enough to make an unknown soldier become a general, and even get a title and a fief.
"First pay attention to the movements of the barbarians, and then send people to investigate carefully. If everything is correct, this may be the first barbarian leader killed by the barbarians since the war between the two sides." Song Zhiwen threw these words to the staff, then turned around and stepped forward to kiss him.
The soldier led the white horse over, "Find that person and meet him in my tent later."
There were definitely a lot of dead people in the grassland during the war in the spring this year, and there were also a lot of high-ranking nobles. But even for Salha, a small tribe, if the leader was killed by the Yao people, this tribe would be crucified for decades.
You will not be able to stand up from the pillar of shame in the grassland.
The symbolic significance of the death of an insignificant lord to the Yao court was much greater than the actual benefits, but this was something that the civil servants in the temple needed to consider.
Zhang Ziwen has a feeling of sharing weal and woe with Wu He Escort Bureau. Since the escorts in the Escort Agency have done such a big thing, it will leave a mark in the hearts of the general and perhaps even the court. He was also very happy and turned around after seeing the general off.
He walked into the military tent again.
As General Song's personal adviser, he was a well-spoken person. In the eyes of these people, Zhang Ziwen was completely different from the ordinary lieutenants in the army. He also had more smiles in his words and made insinuations to ask him to speak to General Song.
Just a few nice words, even though he was fed up from the bottom of his heart, he still had to put on a smile to deal with these cunning old men.
There was a scene of jubilation in the big tent. All these young disciples of the Jinzhou Jianghu sect were immersed in the joy of winning the battle. They did not expect that the barbarian cavalry was so vulnerable, with only a few casualties.
They were defeated. If they had gone to the battlefield earlier to fight the barbarians, how could the Jinzhou War have gone so far?
Looking around in the military tent, Zhang Ziwen was about to look for Wu He, the bodyguard of the Escort Bureau who killed the leader of the Salha Tribe with one sword, but the old bodyguard came forward and said, "Your Excellency, I'm here for this trip again. It's just the Escort Bureau."
One of them is seriously injured, and Brother Wei has already gone back to Bingyuan City to visit him."