One hundred and ninety-two a day is difficult to morning
"After passing through this plain, fifty miles to the west is the mountain. After bypassing the mountain, the next road is on the grassland. Even a child knows how to walk." Mochiha pointed to the southwest on horseback,
In the distance, the mountains are rolling and rolling, with clouds and mist lingering among the peaks, half-hidden and half-hidden.
After walking day and night for three full days, five horses were killed. Each of the warriors in Jinzhou looked exhausted, and unstoppable coughing could be heard from the horses. For more than ten days without a moment's rest, people and people
The horses were extremely sleepy, but the appearance of the mountains cheered everyone up. They had seen this mountain when they came here, and the young barbarian did not lead them the wrong way.
These warriors from Jinzhou are no longer eager to obtain the glory and rewards after returning from victory. What they long for is hot meals, a bonfire to warm their bodies, and a soft and comfortable couch.
"Where is the mountain? Where is the mountain? Why didn't I see it..." On the last horse, a young ranger from Jinzhou raised his head and stared blankly at what Mochiha was pointing to.
Direction, "Where are the mountains? There is only a piece of white snow, how far do we have to go..."
Wei Changpan, who was riding first, rode up to him and shook the young ranger's shoulders, "The mountain is right there. We only need to walk another fifty miles, and then we can return to Bingyuan City by walking the same way."
"There are no mountains...where can there be mountains..." After muttering this sentence, the young ranger fell down from his horse. Wei Changpan and the two people nearby quickly turned over and dismounted, and noticed that he had
His hands were hot, his whole body was hot, and he was talking nonsense incomprehensibly. The knife wound on his waist and abdomen that was wrapped in cloth was only sprinkled with a negligible amount of gold sore medicine. Although the weather was too cold to cause rot and maggots, it was still there.
It was no longer good, the cloth he was wrapped in was soaked repeatedly with blood and pus and became extremely dirty.
The warrior's body could not withstand such repeated torture. Although there was only a stab wound on the waist and abdomen, the young ranger's intestines were almost cut open, making him the most seriously injured among them.
Wei Changpan touched the small blue and white porcelain vase in his arms. Inside was the golden sore medicine that the old doctor surnamed Ni from Wuhe Escort gave him before leaving. If there was any external injury, just sprinkle a pinch of fingernail powder on the wound.
The bleeding will stop after a silent count of five, and scabs will form the next day. Shallow wounds will heal in less than ten days. If they are put out for sale, this bottle will not cost more than a few dozen taels of silver.
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The porcelain bottle that was full at the time of departure only had a thin layer of golden sore medicine left. I wonder if it was enough for one person. Wei Changpan was lucky not to be injured in the previous fight. Among the eight people in the team was the ranger Lian.
Three of them had not had their dressing changed for a long time, and the remaining two did not know when they would collapse like this.
After untying the dirty cloth wrapped around the waist and abdomen, one could still faintly see the squirming pink stomach through the unhealed incision.
In the military camp, medical officers would mend such injuries with needles and threads. However, the only two or three people among them who were proficient in medical skills were burned to charcoal in the nameless valley. They were eager to get away from the imaginary pursuers three days ago.
During the journey, everyone's injuries were dealt with carelessly. It was lucky that the young ranger didn't have his intestines dislodged on horseback.
Looking at the injuries of the other two, they are not optimistic. The ability to hold on all the way here depends on the warrior's physical strength and the fear of the barbarian man who can pull out the head of a living person. Fortunately, the injuries are on the limbs, not as good as the injuries on the young ranger.
So important.
The ranger in his late teens was a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth, and a cheerful and cheerful personality. Along the way, he often told vulgar jokes around the campfire at night, which was one of the few pleasures they enjoyed on this difficult and dangerous journey.
when.
This ranger was quite envious of Wei Changpan. After all, he was one of the closest people to the barbarian lord that day, but he didn't have the ability or courage to throw a knife. Jealousy was out of the question. He just wanted to be like this next time.
You must seize the opportunity.
Wei Changpan had no reason to think of this section. The blue and white porcelain vase containing the last bit of gold sore medicine was already in his hand.
"There is no need to waste this good medicine on me... There is no mountain in front of me, and I can't go back..." The young ranger lay on his back in the snow. The chill made his mind clearer, and he thought about himself.
He murmured, "There is nothing to trouble Brother Wei. Just don't forget to tell General Song when you go back. Guo Huai killed two barbarians and injured one during this trip. He has earned his money..."
He slowly closed his eyelids, and a smile he had not seen for a long time appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was going to sleep and never wake up again.
Death is like a big dream, and time is spent. But within a hundred years, everything will be in vain.
Guo Huai didn't know why at this time, he remembered the words in an idle book he had read when he was a child. He chanted silently and sighed in his heart. If he had thought of this earlier, he would not have been so at a loss when he wanted to show off his talents in front of the heroines and fairies many times.
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Then Wei Changpan slapped him in the face, causing Guo Huai, who was in a daze and confusion, to have his head buzzing.
"I didn't get what you wanted! If you have any nonsense, go back and tell me!"
Everyone's eyes turned to Wei Changpan, who suddenly became furious. Their usually gentle leader bared his teeth angrily like a puppy that had been robbed of its bones.
"Meisu! Wei Qisheng! Shovel away the snow in a place! Yu Gao Gao! Liu Ziyi! Make a fire and boil a pot of boiling water..." Wei Changpan gave everyone tasks, but in the end he turned around and remained indifferent to the horse.
Mochiha said after a long while, "Go and help pick up some firewood and come back."
"Are you no longer using me, so you are going to take the opportunity to attack me behind my back?" Mochiha stared at this young warrior from the Yao people. As expected, as the elders of the Taijige tribe said, the people in the south are cunning.
None of the foxes are trustworthy. Mochiha was not a fool. If he hadn't been watched carefully along the way, he would have looked for opportunities to escape.
"We don't need to use such methods to kill you. You are no match for us whether we fight alone or together."
Wei Changpan's emotionless tone hurt Mochiha's heart. He couldn't control his hatred and rushed towards these hateful Yao warriors, but his bow and arrow were broken and his small saber flew away...
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The only thing that surprised him was that these Yao people would put this man who could not be saved at first glance back down for medical treatment. After suffering such a serious injury in the battle on the grassland, his companions would leave him a handful of
Knife, those who are lucky enough to survive will use this knife to survive, and those who cannot survive must die.
"If you want to go, just go. There's no need to collect any firewood."
Mochiha took the thing thrown by the young Yao warrior and found that it was his own small sword. He subconsciously wanted to laugh, but then he remembered that he was in front of a sworn enemy, so he tightened his face again and said, "Bohu
The men of the Qin family will not give up their dignity for a small charity from their enemies."
Looking at the face that suddenly became extremely serious but still childish, Wei Changpan was a little bit dumbfounded, "No matter which family you are from, if you walk a long way on the grassland without a weapon to protect you, a few wild wolves can kill you."
life, and this is your knife."
The young barbarian was stunned for a long time, then he gripped the small saber tightly, got on his horse and galloped away.
"Brother Wei showed him such kindness. Instead of being grateful, this barbarian actually left without saying goodbye. He seemed heartless."
"Where are there people on the grassland? They are all uncivilized barbarians, but they are better than animals."
"A barbarian is a barbarian..."
The whispers and whispers around Wei Changpan poured into his ears. For some reason, it was the first time that he was so disgusted with the comments of these companions. It seemed as if he was back in Qingshan Town, when all the children in the book school were laughing at him for showing his face.
Big toes, old cloth shoes with lots of patches.
Regardless of their family background, children who enter the school are regarded by their parents as scholars. They must buy neat clothes, shoes and socks, and the four treasures of the study. Although there are some differences in the financial resources of each family, in this town
In any case, the people are not extremely rich, and they are generally pretty uniform.
He is the only exception. Father Wei is already short of oil to light the lamp at night. How can he have any money left to buy these things? Fortunately, the old scholar who is related to him likes his nephew Wei Changpan very much. There are many pens and ink in the family.
Paper and inkstone, these expenses can be saved.
However, a neat set of clothes was still an unbearable expense for the old Wei family. Although the old scholar was interested in Wei Changpan, his distant relative and nephew, after all, his own situation was not much better, and the shackles handed over by the students were barely enough.
The remaining money was used to subsidize his clothes. Now Wei Changpan's clothes were made three years ago and had shrunk to his calves. Wei Changpan's mother found two pieces of cloth and extended them, saying that they could make up to two more pieces.
In 2017, the fabric became more expensive year by year, and the family had to live frugally for a long time to make a set of clothes.
Only those pair of cloth shoes were made to support Father Wei a few years ago when life was better. Year after year, they were mended and mended, and finally reached the point where they could no longer be used, so Wei Changpan’s mother
After modifying it with my own skillful hands, it became Wei Changpan's new pair of shoes.
Wei Changpan happily took over the pair of cloth shoes from his mother whose eyes were red. The originally tough soles were worn as thin as paper, but he obviously didn't care about this. It was the first time in his life that he had grown so big.
Putting on cloth shoes, although they were remade from old shoes of Wei's, they were not even as comfortable as straw sandals, but they were his first pair of cloth shoes after all!
He ran happily on the dirt roads in the fields, but he never forgot to go to the school again, carrying a bamboo basket on his back to cut pig grass, waiting to be taken home after leaving the school.
A man was carrying a bamboo basket with pigweed and a sickle, and the trousers he held up were stained with mud. The most ridiculous thing was that he was wearing a pair of rag shoes with his big toes protruding. The naughty children in the school were there again.
How could you not burst into laughter?
He didn't notice that when he was cutting pig grass, his toes pierced a piece of cloth that was not very strong. Wei Changpan was here
The group of children laughed for a long time before they lowered their heads and discovered that their toes had come out.
He took off his cloth shoes, but these people still laughed.
Barbarian....Barbarian....
His tone was very similar to those who laughed at him back then.
The people around Wei Changpan noticed the change in his expression, so they stopped talking in his ears and went about their own work.
Soon they cleared a piece of snow-free ground, spread a waterproof felt blanket and lifted Guo Huai up.
These people generally know what Wei Changpan is going to do. Treating a dead horse as a living doctor is the only way now. They cannot just watch Guo Huai lose his life bit by bit, or maybe end his pain with a knife.
The edge of the close-fitting dagger has been boiled in boiling water. This sharp-cut dagger gifted to him by Mr. Qian is the most suitable for cutting flesh. The material of this dagger is extremely strong. Every time Wei Changpan sharpens the blade, he
It took a lot of effort. The few pieces of relatively clean cloth on their bodies were boiled in boiling water.
"Brother Wei, is it possible that you want to do needlework on me?" Guo Huai's face was full of bitterness. He tried to get up but was pushed back by the four people around him. "Is it possible that this is the first time?"
"The shoes, socks and clothes have been mended, but the human skin has not been touched." Wei Changpan squinted and threaded the cotton thread into the eye of the needle. He breathed a sigh of relief and greeted the four people holding Guo Huai's limbs.
"This is not a pain that ordinary people can endure. Please wait a moment and apply some pressure, and don't let Guo Huai move."
Before Guo Huai could reply with his eyes widened, an unknown towel was stuffed into his mouth, and he could only make a hesitant sound.
The dirty cloth originally wrapped around Guo Huai's waist and abdomen had long been taken off and thrown aside. With such a large piece of skin exposed outside in the cold weather, he would be exposed to the wind and cold within a few days of burning incense, and there was no warm house.
In order to avoid the charcoal fire, Jinzhou's rangers had no choice but to take off their winter clothes and cover Guo Huai.
Guo Huai, who was still a little restless at first, saw the grinning faces of the people around him and stopped struggling. He nodded to Wei Changpan, closed his eyes, and bit the scarf in his mouth tightly.
The feeling of the knife cutting through the flesh and bones is only a short moment, but using the needle and thread to move slowly and carefully on the human body is extremely painful. The pain and roar squeezed out from the throat made Wei Changpan's hands shaking a little when he was practicing the knife.
Even if he had a heavy stone on his arm, he wouldn't be shaking so badly.
Human skin and flesh are not cloth, and what Wei Changpan carried with him was just an ordinary needle and thread. If it couldn't be inserted into the flesh once, he had to insert it a second time. Guo Huai struggled so hard twice that the needle almost broke in the flesh.
Even if the person next to him suppressed him in time, the blood from his wound still stained most of the cloth red.
No one here has good medical skills, so Wei Changpan had to be the one to stand up. Not long ago, after little Gu Sheng was seriously injured, he stared at Wu He, the old doctor surnamed Ni from the escort agency, for more than two hours. Among them was the action of threading needles and threads on human skin.
But because of the fragrance, Wei Changpan couldn't see how detailed it was from a distance.
Compared with the fluent repetition of the old doctor surnamed Ni, Wei Changpan was still a little unable to draw the gourd in the same way. Every time he pinched the needle and thread to pass through the skin and flesh at both ends of Guo Huai's abdominal wound, his fingers shook uncontrollably, and he was holding them steady.
Come down.
Guo Huai's stab wound, which was more than a foot long, had been stitched for an unknown amount of time. At first, Guo Huai roared at the bottom of his throat at the top of his lungs. Later, he roared to the last point of his strength without fainting. The person holding down his limbs lost some strength.
, all sitting on the ground panting, he finally finished sewing up the wound. Although it looked awkward, he did his best.
Why do you want to save him? There is obviously no medicine or anyone who can heal the disease. Even if it is sewn up, he may die soon.
Mochiha rode his horse back to where they were, threw down a few herbs he said were useful, and asked Wei Changpan.
Wei Changpan, who was lying on the snow and exhausted, was at his weakest. Anyone who could lift a knife could easily take his life. He did not scold Mochiha to go away or pick up his own soldiers.
Blade, lying lazily in the snow, did not reply to his words.
There aren't as many righteous principles as there are in the book, but I just hope that when someone else's life is in danger in the future, someone will spare no effort to save him.