The beauty of the peasant girl of crossing

Chapter 105 The Arrow
Zhou Xuezheng already knew that October and Li Yeyu came to look for Shen Furong. He frowned when he heard that they were going to stay with Shen Furong.

Furong had already told him that she had broken up with the Shen family, and was taken in by Xiao Tianmo, the eldest son of the Marquis of Zhenguo, who had been living in the village of the Marquis of Zhenguo.

Xiao Tianmo is no stranger to him. When he returned to Beijing to enter the dynasty, he had to get help from Xiao Tianmo before he could return to the capital smoothly.

He had a good impression of the brave and resourceful Xiao Tianmo, but it was about his precious daughter, so he had to think more.

How can there be no reason in the world?

Xiao Tianmo took such care of Furong that even the people beside him treated Furong wholeheartedly.

But no matter what Xiao Tianmo was thinking about, with his father here in the future, no one would bully his precious daughter.

When I thought of my daughter, I couldn't help but think of Mu Wanqing coming. Zhou Xuezheng felt a little dazed for a moment, as if he had returned to that day, Mu Wanqing said to him decisively:
"From now on, we will see each other in life and death!"

She didn't say a word, and staggered out.

He hurriedly chased after her and grabbed her wrist, but she pushed back hard, he lost control under his feet, his body suddenly took two steps back, and hit the table of the Eight Immortals. .

Looking at him, she was frightened and couldn't help crying. He quickly got up from the ground, ignoring the pain in his body, he hugged her into his arms, wishing to take out his whole heart and hand it to her. .

But that night, she quietly left him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuezheng closed his eyes deeply, his breathing was like a sharp blade, and his heart and lungs were aching like a knife.

***

The sky in May is the end of spring and the beginning of summer when all things change. There is neither the coldness of winter nor the heat and impetuousness of summer.

Countless peach blossoms bloomed on the branches, and the petals that opened were like dancing butterflies, one next to the other, beautiful.

It's just that at this moment, the soldiers at the border have no intention to appreciate this beautiful scenery.

Now that the border is smoked again, the Tartars have once again raised their troops to invade the borderlands of Mobei, attacking day and night, and the soldiers stationed there suffered heavy casualties and headaches.

Fortunately, the Marquis of Zhenguo brought troops to the reinforcements in time, which relieved the urgent need.

It's just that the enemy army seems to have come prepared this time, the attack is getting more and more fierce, more and more fierce, and the fighting is almost non-stop day and night.

If you stand at a high place, you can easily see the smoke and dust in the distance, the horses are neighing everywhere, and the screams of killing are loud.

There are people falling down, or being cut off by someone with a knife, or being stepped on by the other side under the horse.

Duan Sheng is currently treating the wounded in the medical account, and wounded soldiers of various degrees of injury are being sent outside one after another.

Duan Sheng's hands were already covered in blood, and his fingers turned bright red, but he was unaware and only focused his eyes on the wounded soldiers, trying his best to heal them. There seemed to be a light that ripped through the darkness in his pupils.

At this moment, there was a loud clamor with rude cries from outside the hospital tent:

"Big brother, big brother, wake up, wake up, you can't die, mother is still at home waiting for us to go back..."

"Don't cry, hurry! Carry him in! Mr. Duan will definitely be able to cure it!"

Immediately afterwards, two soldiers rushed into the hospital tent carrying a wounded soldier.

The wounded soldier was badly wounded, covered in blood, with one arm drooping beside his shoulders in a twisted position, as if it had been nearly cut off by a knife.

After seeing Duan Sheng, the other soldier who was carrying him plopped down on his knees in front of Duan Sheng, and kowtowed repeatedly:

"Mr. Duan, please save my eldest brother, save him!"

Duan Sheng nodded, seeing that the wounded soldier's blood was still flowing out, he hurriedly walked over and took the silver needle to stop the bleeding first.

He then cut open the wounded soldier's shattered shirt and looked at the wound where his arm had been cut.

I saw the broken arm with the flesh and the flesh hanging dangerously on the shoulders, as if the force of the touch was a little heavier and it would fall off. The blood was dripping, and it looked shocking.

Duan Sheng made a decisive decision and immediately applied a silver needle to protect the heart of the wounded soldier. Then he took a homemade analgesic powder, sprinkled the wound on the wounded soldier, and took out a needle and thread to suture the wound of the wounded soldier.

When he cut off the thread with scissors, other military doctors came over immediately to apply medicine and bandage the wound to the soldier.

After dealing with the wounded soldier, other wounded soldiers were carried into the camp one after another, and Duan Sheng got up and went to heal the other soldiers.

After a while, someone came in a hurry. The main commander of Zhenguo, Xiao Jingnian, was injured by the enemy's sharp arrow, and he asked Mr. Duan to come and heal him.

Duan Sheng immediately packed the medicine box and went to the main tent with others.

After an unknown time, another soldier who had been squatting beside the wounded soldier suddenly shouted:
"Wake up! Wake up! Big brother, you finally woke up!"

The other soldiers in the medical tent looked at the sound and saw that the wounded soldier who had been seriously injured and his arm was almost cut off with a knife slowly opened his eyes.

It's just that when the wounded soldier woke up and saw the soldier beside him, he suddenly cried with a "wow":
"Second brother, I, my arm is gone, woo woo..."

The wounded soldiers cried so depressed and helpless that people couldn't help but feel sad and sad.

The soldier beside him immediately rushed over and grabbed his uninjured arm:

"Brother, no, don't worry, your arm is still there. It's true. Mr. Duan has treated you. If you touch it, your arm is still there! It's still there!"

The wounded soldier was held by his brother's hand and slowly touched the broken arm on the other side, and his howling became louder:

"Really, my arm is still there, woooo...my arm is still there! Still..."

The soldier beside him also had tears in his eyes. Hearing this, he nodded excitedly:

"It's still here, Mr. Duan saved your life and kept this arm for you. Mr. Duan's medical skills are really brilliant!"

The soldier's words resonated with other soldiers:

"That's right, thanks to Mr. Duan!"

"Mr. Duan is really a genius doctor!"

"It's a great doctor!"

……

In the main tent, Xiao Jingnian, Marquis of Zhenguo, was accidentally shot in the shoulder by the enemy's sharp arrow, and he was carried back.

Although his face was blue, he still struggled and shouted:

"I'm fine, let me down, I'll go back to the battlefield and kill the enemy!"

General Zhou, the general guarding Mobei, hurriedly said:
"Oh, my lord, although you are a great hero who is not afraid of death, but now that you are injured, don't hold back any longer!

You can rest assured that there is a eldest son outside to lead the army to kill the enemy for you. The tiger father has no dog. The eldest son is brave and good at fighting. "

Xiao Jingnian snorted coldly when he heard the words, but he was not struggling, and two soldiers helped him to lie on the bed.

This time, he brought his eldest son Xiao Tianmo to the border gate to fight the enemy. Originally, he wanted Xiao Tianmo to practice on the battlefield, and in the future, he would successfully inherit the Zhenguohou Mansion.

(End of this chapter)