Yu Jun

What Wu Jin said is not shocking. When there is really no way out, Mo Lingfeng will crush the weak Jin Dynasty into powder in order to survive.

Tuo Manlie's hand holding the knife relaxed slightly.

He knew that Mo Yefeng was a ferocious beast and had endless wealth in his hands.

If she has money, the things she wants will come to her continuously, such as iron tools, gunpowder, soldiers, and allies.

Wu Jin immediately noticed his hesitation and let go of his torn hands, letting Tuo Manlie retract his scimitar.

"Are you scared?" He smiled, "You have fought against General Mo. You know who she is and you know she can do it."

Tuo Manlie held the knife and looked at Wu Jin's hand hanging by his side. Blood dripped from the fingertips and formed a large pool on the ground: "Tell me your conditions."

The color on Wu Jin's face slowly faded, but he could still smile: "The condition is to give up the situation in front of you. The Jin Dynasty can make one attack the other and reap the benefits."

To show his sincerity, he took a step back: "General Mo's great cause will not be accomplished in one day. The general wants to attack the city, not tonight. Let your monarch think about your people and your country. think."

Tuo Manlie raised his head and took another look at the high city wall - giving up in front of him means giving up Kuanzhou, which is readily available, and giving up the first opportunity to enter the Central Plains.

They can get an unprecedented time to recuperate and strengthen their national strength, but they will also develop a powerful enemy.

This was not a major matter that he, a military commander, could decide. He had to send the general information to the Central Capital as soon as possible and let His Majesty and the courtiers decide.

He took a deep look at Wu Jin, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Han Chinese scribes are really powerful. With such people in the hands of the Mo family, it’s no wonder they rebelled.

He turned around and ordered the soldiers to lead the horses and retreat. He took the riding whip sent by his men, stared at Wu Jin, and kept his face in his heart - Wu Jin said that he had no room to talk about the terms, and every word he said It was completely blocked.

How dare a mere general attack the city at this moment and disrupt the destiny of the country.

"Next time, you won't have such good luck."

After saying that, he got on his horse and shouted, the whip whipped in the air with a crisp sound, and the three hundred gold captives responded with a shout, got on their horses, and rode away.

"Wu Jin!" Cheng Ting shouted from the tower. He rushed down the tower and went straight to Wu Jin. He grabbed his wrist and looked at his palm: "Crazy... crazy... quick, quick, quick... …”

He stammered, seeing Wu Jin's face pale, her arms trembling, the wound on her palm like a big mouth, the bloody flesh turning out, exposing the white bones, his heart skipped a beat, he turned around and shouted: "Let down the suspension bridge! Put down the suspension bridge , Zell, go ask Li Yitie!"

After roaring, he squatted in front of Wu Jin: "Come up, I will carry you in."

He stared at the blood on the ground and shivered along with Wu Jin. When Wu Jin lay on his back, he held Wu Jin's hips and legs with both hands, stood up suddenly, and ran towards the city gate.

The city gates were closed as quickly as possible, and Gaoping Village was in danger, but the danger was averted.

The drizzle is like loose threads, suddenly coming with the wind, hitting the city gate, making a rustling sound. Although it can moisturize everything, it is too late for this city tower.

Li Yitiao came very quickly, and when he saw Wu Jin's hands, his eyes went dark - if it had been someone else, these two hands would have been useless.

He quickly sprinkled a handful of realgar into the brazier and asked Cheng Ting to hold the lamp. He found two people to hold Wu Jin down, then stuffed a wooden stick into Wu Jin's mouth, washed his hands with liquor, and first grabbed his right hand and spread it on the table. , scrub the wound with a white muslin soaked in wine.

Wu Jin's body stretched straight in an instant, but Zell and a soldier pressed him firmly into the chair, unable to move, leaving only an indistinct whimper in his mouth.

Li Yitie took away the fine cloth, cleaned the fine needle, took a mulberry white leather thread and passed it through the needle hole, and began to sew.

When Cheng Ting saw the needle piercing his flesh, he immediately closed his eyes tightly. Just as he was about to turn his head away, he heard Li Yitie scolding: "Hold on!" Cheng Ting quickly opened his eyes, held the candlestick steady, and watched the needle and thread helplessly. Flying through Wu Jin's flesh and blood, he used a thread to sew the muscles layer by layer.

The injury was so deep that just suturing it took a lot of time. Li Yitie was sweating profusely, so he tied a knot at the end of the thread, applied gold sore medicine, and finally applied blood-dispersing ointment to seal the medicine. in.

After treating his right hand, he didn't dare to waste a moment and used the same method to treat his left hand. After bandaging it, he sneered: "It's okay, it's just that the left hand will be a little bit worse in the future, but I can't use my left hand anyway. I'll just chop it off next time to save trouble. "

He still didn't want to finish, and he couldn't speak rudely to the injured. He turned to look at Cheng Ting, who put down the candlestick with trembling hands, and said "tsk": "You are not as good as your second sister."

Cheng Ting was also frightened by his second sister and did not dare to refute. He took out the bitten stick from Wu Jin's mouth and said, "Drink some water."

Wu Jin's head and face were covered with sweat, and his body looked like it was fished out of water. He lay limply in the chair, breathing intermittently. A cup of tea was handed to his mouth. He drank two sips of it weakly, and it took a long time before he finally finished. The spirit returns.

He looked at Li Yitie and said in a weak voice: "Thank you."

Li Yitie hesitated to speak, and finally snorted a few rough breaths from his nostrils and said: "Don't touch the water, I'll have someone deliver the medicine."

Wu Jin asked the soldiers to send him out, and at the same time asked people to rush to Jeju to deliver the message. When only he, Cheng Ting, and Zell were left in the room, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Go to bed." Cheng Ting stretched out his arm, passed it under his left armpit, and helped him get up and walk to the cubicle.

Most of Wu Jin's body was leaning on Cheng Ting, his limbs were weak, but Wangzhou was still on his mind.

The siege of Wangzhou should be over. Will Tang Baichuan surrender?

Can people's hearts be stabilized?

The new emperor has lost his city and his country's money. What will he choose?

Mo Lingfeng occupies the three cities of Kuan, Ji, and Wang. What's the next step?

He was so anxious that he only regretted that his wings could not grow wings and could not fly to Mo Lingfeng.

Cheng Ting helped him lie down and found some clothes for him to change into.

"Zell, help," he shouted.

Zell came over and helped him pull his arms and legs. After changing his clothes, he saw Wu Jin falling asleep from exhaustion and her face was pale. He took a step back and said, "I'm leaving."

Cheng Tingzheng wiped Wu Jin's face with heavy hands, making Wu Jin's face lose its shape. He twisted his face and said, "When he wakes up, we will go together. I will go home to report the news."

Zell shook his head: "I'll go back to Huluhe."

Cheng Ting put away the handkerchief: "Don't you wait for Listening to the Wind?"

"No wait," Zell lowered his head, "I'll go out by myself."

He didn't want to humiliate himself - in Mo Lingfeng's eyes, he was a fake, and the imitation was inferior. With Wu Jin here, he would definitely find it difficult to take notice.

After this farewell, he would never come back - he thought.

Cheng Ting stood up in a hurry, took out things from his body, first white stones, then silver, and stuffed them into his hands: "Bring an umbrella. Next time you come to Kuanzhou, bring a piece of good mutton, and let's drink together."

Zell did not refuse and walked out. He thought again that he wanted him to come again unless...

Unless it was something, he couldn't tell himself. (End of chapter)