Zhurou

Chapter 25 Don't Worry

The voice was deep, unhurried, without any emotion, even a little cold.

Zhao Mingzhi sat sideways on the ground, turned his head to look, and saw a person leaning down two steps away from her right.

At this time, the sun was setting and the wilderness was dark, only the cold wind was blowing close to the ground.

The man was extremely tall, without armor, wearing a long robe with narrow sleeves, which was blown loudly by the wind, but he was extremely calm, he didn't look like a warrior or a literati.

At this moment, he was still holding a long crossbow in his left hand. After leaning over, he let go of the right hand that was supporting the impatient foot, and glanced at Zhao Mingzhi with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to see the most filthy place in people's hearts. He was obviously expressionless. , has been frightening.

However, Zhao Mingzhi had just rescued him, seeing his murderous aura, he felt safer, and seeing his movements, he felt amiable, inexplicably feeling something, he stretched out his hand to catch the long crossbow.

The other party was only startled, then put the bow and crossbow in his hand on the ground, half leaned on Zhao Mingzhi, Fucai leaned down again, untied the clothes of the wounded on the ground, first looked at his eyes, nose and mouth, and then went to check the wound on his body.

Zhao Mingzhi tried his best to support the longbow with both hands. He only felt that it was extremely heavy, and he didn't have the heart to look closely at the magic weapon. When he saw that the man was pressing his hands on his chest and abdomen, the place was covered with bruises, he hurriedly reminded him. : "The Di man just hit him twice in the stomach with a long spear, and when he fell off the horse's back, his right leg first landed on the ground..."

The other party nodded, but did not answer, but immediately turned to touch the right leg bone of Jijiaodai.

Seeing that he was proficient in his movements without hesitation, Zhao Mingzhi felt relieved, and then carefully placed the bow and crossbow in his hand on the ground, picked up a long spear on the ground as a stick, stood up with force, and looked around.

This time, Yushuang, who was struggling to get up, was found behind the ass of a horse that was lowering its head to lick the crushed ice, more than ten steps away.

She walked over with deep kicks and shallow kicks, but saw that Yushuang's face was completely devoid of appearance, from the center of her eyebrows to the middle of the crowd, it was already swollen and black, which must have been caused by the heavy blow of that di-man's helmet.

Seeing Zhao Mingzhi approaching, Yushuang hurriedly opened her mouth to speak, but before she could speak, she choked up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and hurriedly said: "I'm fine, Dian... Where did the girl hurt?"

Seeing her vomiting blood, Zhao Mingzhi was so startled that his legs went limp, he hurriedly fumbled in the sachet on his waist, and found the wound medicine with him after a while.

But just opened the bottle cap, looking at the wax-sealed pills inside, she couldn't make up her mind, she didn't know whether it was an external injury or an internal injury, whether to use gold sore medicine or dredging powder, lest the wrong medicine would make the injury worse, At a loss, he had no choice but to turn around and look for someone.

Not far away, the man had already taken care of the injury and stood up again. Seeing Zhao Mingzhi's state of mind, he walked over to explore Yushuang's wound without her asking.

Zhao Mingzhi hurriedly pointed to the helmet beside him and said, "I was hit on the head and face by this thing, and when I fell off the horse, I fell off my left shoulder."

The man just glanced at it, ignored the bruises on Yushuang's head and face, and tore off her shoulders and left knee first, exposing the flesh and blood inside.

He has been moving extremely fast, without any hesitation, but now he saw the wound, but he paused for a while.

Zhao Mingzhi thought back to the steps of the former imperial physician to treat the wound, thinking that this was preparing for debridement, so he hurriedly took out the dagger, turned the handle upside down, and handed it over.

The other party didn't raise his head, he stretched out his hand to take it, and sure enough, he began to clean up the sticky fabric, his hands kept moving, and suddenly he said, "Don't worry, it's just a small injury."

In any case, this kind of injury can't be called "just a little injury"?

However, after hearing this, Zhao Mingzhi heaved a strangely long sigh of relief. He no longer had the strength to stand up, let go of the spear that was supporting him in his hand, and slowly sat down on the ground.

As soon as I sat down, I heard a person striding towards me not far away, holding a big ax in one hand, and a black lump of unknown object in the other. Wine?"

As he said that, he threw the big ax in his right hand to the ground, and took out a big gourd with a sea bowl from his waist.

He was already about to throw it in his hand, but suddenly hesitated, he took it back again, brought the gourd to his mouth, bit the cork with his teeth, raised his head and took a big gulp before wiping it with his arm mouth, turned around and saw Zhao Mingzhi looking at her with a pair of wonderful eyes, but he smiled, made a booing expression, took another sip in a hurry, and then quickly handed the gourd to her.

Zhao Mingzhi took it subconsciously, and just as he didn't know what to say, the "Second Brother" on the opposite side had already stretched out the dagger in his hand.

She suddenly understood, wiped the mouth of the gourd with the slightly clean cloth in her sleeves, poured some wine from it, and carefully rinsed the dagger blade with the remaining wine.

As soon as the work was done, seeing that the wound was being cleaned, Yushuang was sweating from the pain, gritted her teeth and twitched, Zhao Mingzhi hurriedly moved over to cover her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Don't look."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and grasped her palm tightly, bowed his head and was about to comfort her, when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw the thing in the hand of the shirtless man opposite him facing him, it was dark, the hair on the top was messy, and the fracture on the bottom was still there. Condensation slowly dripped down, but it was hard to tell whether it was blood or brain matter.

One eye of that thing was wide open, and the other eye was a bloody mess—what was the head of a human being?
She was so horrified that her screams were stuck in her throat, and she hurriedly blocked Yushuang tightly, for fear of being seen by him, it took a while to recover her voice, and asked shyly, "What... are you doing with this?"

Seeing her reaction, the shirtless man replied confidently, "Receive the reward!"

He also kindly explained: "The head of a Di soldier can be exchanged for a reward. If you kill a centurion, you can be promoted and rewarded—don't you know?"

Seeing Zhao Mingzhi's blank face, he suddenly said: "I almost forgot, this rule is only valid in Jingzhao Mansion."

Speaking of this, looking at the head, he hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Zhao Mingzhi, and discussed with her: "Looking at this person's appearance, he must be a centurion, and he may have a higher position, but this stinky head, Do I want to pickle it with salt and take it back to receive the reward? It’s three or five silver coins for the journey of being stinked, don’t you think it’s not worth it?”

Is this smelly or not, and is it worth it?
Zhao Mingzhi replied dryly, "Salt isn't cheap, is it?"

"That's right." The shirtless man thought carefully for a few breaths, and finally put the head aside, regretting, "It's cheap for the army, and it's a big contribution for nothing."

Looking not far away again, he said sourly: "What kind of luck is Di thief, he picked up such a loyal and good horse."

Zhao Mingzhi heard that the tone was wrong, and only then realized that there were several horseshoe prints on the hem of his robe and the belly of his top shirt, which were very fresh, as if they had just been pressed on, and looking at the direction of his gaze, the steed horse was bowing its head and approaching. Di Ren's body was surrounded by him, and he occasionally raised his hoof when he moved, which was very similar to the kick mark on his robe.

After a while of buffering, she finally returned to her six gods slowly, her mind was able to turn around, and she quickly asked: "Just now there were Di soldiers attacking back and forth, those Xiang troops..."

　Thank you Sanyu 1 for sending me the sachet~
　　Thanks Kelecha, b? useeye sent me a safe symbol =3=
　　
　
(End of this chapter)