after losing heart

Chapter 152 [174] I am different

"Ah~" Qiancheng yelled in horror.

At this time, the sky is already bright, and the sight is very clear, then her, her chest...

what!She wanted to scream again.

Suddenly, her body was heavy, and a set of golden armor had been draped over her body, wrapping her tightly. Su Mochen stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms, letting her chest stick tightly to his arms. inside.

"Don't be afraid!" Although his voice was straightened, it was still difficult to hide the trembling of his voice. Su Mo Shen's heart was staggering, and he pressed her tightly in his arms.

The accompanying soldiers were stunned, one by one like petrified, standing still and unable to move.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind rushed by, and with the cold wind, something flew straight over. Before the few people had time to regain their senses, their throats were all cut, blood was sprayed, and their bodies fell to the ground in unison. out of breath.

Qiancheng looked at all this in amazement, his face was pale, and he couldn't recover for a long time, "Su...Su Mochen, they...they are our own people!"

The corners of Su Mochen's lips curled up, and his black eyes were so bright that water dripped out.

"They are their own people, but they saw things they shouldn't see!"

Bending down to pick up the pistol on the ground, he carried her and flew towards the camp. His footsteps were lighter than ever, and the waist of the white jacket was wet and bright red, but he didn't care about it.

Qiancheng didn't know whether to be happy or sad, just because those people saw her breasts, this man killed them without hesitation, without batting an eye.

After all, human life is so contemptible in his eyes?

She trembled all over, only feeling a bone-chilling chill pouring down her head, and her hands and feet were icy cold.

"Then...then you also watched...the ones you shouldn't have seen?"

Qiancheng was ashamed, annoyed and angry, blushing and expressing his dissatisfaction in his heart.

It seemed that her words pleased him very well, and he actually laughed softly, "I'm different!"

"What's the difference?" Qiancheng muttered.

Are the identities different?One is a noble prince, and the other is a humble soldier, right?

Su Mo smiled but said nothing, his black eyes were interested, for a long time, he jokingly said: "If you are not worth it for them, you can also kill me!"

Qiancheng gritted his teeth and didn't say anything.

If possible, I really want to kill you!

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When they arrived at the camp, everyone was still standing there waiting for orders.

In full view, Su Mochen walked to the front with the woman in his arms, who was still wrapped in his armor.

It is easy to make people daydream a series of pictures.

Qiancheng felt that his face was completely lost today.

"Unlock my acupuncture points and let me down!"

She reminded the man softly.

The man kept giving orders to everyone as if he didn't hear it.

"Add a few more people and strengthen patrols!"

"Send another two people down the mountain in disguise to find out what the enemy is doing!"

"Every team and every group is counted again to see if there are any suspicious people?"

"The rest of the people are scattered, rest in place and wait for orders!"

Everyone leads the way!
Only then did Su Mochen put down the woman in his arms, stretched out his hand, and untied her acupuncture points.

As soon as Qiancheng regained his freedom, he instinctively hugged the large armor on his body with both arms, turned around and ran towards Su Mofeng's camp.

She remembered that Su Mofeng was shot, and she didn't know what happened?

Su Mochen stood where he was, looked at her hurriedly leaving back, and slightly pursed his lips.

Are you that worried?

Don't even bother to go back to the camp to change your clothes?
There was a stabbing pain in his waist, he frowned, raised his hand to hold down the bright red, turned around, and hurried back to the tent.

Sitting down at the chief seat of the tent, he took a thin blanket and covered his waist, and shouted in a deep voice: "Come on!"

Someone came in at the sound.

"Bring a pot of white wine to this king!"

"Yes!"

The man led away, and Su Mochen took out the pistol and looked at it carefully.

He has never seen this kind of weapon before. It is small and light, but it has hundreds of times more lethal power than a sword. What is this thing?
It seems that a border country is far more powerful than they estimated, and must not be underestimated.

At this time, the wine was brought in.

He waved his hand, motioning for those who came to retreat, and finally added, "Stay outside the tent, no one is allowed to come in!"

Absolutely no one should know about his injury, just now he just held on with one breath.

Otherwise, the commander was injured, the left warlord was injured, and only one woman of the right warlord was left in charge of the huge army. If this spread, not only the morale of the army would be shaken, but the enemy would also take advantage of it.

Su Mo stood up and opened the curtain to look outside. After confirming his reassurance again, he lowered the curtain, returned to the tent, and slowly took off his middle coat and inner garment. The clothes around his waist had been stuck to his skin by blood. Tightly pursing her lips, it was a bit difficult to take off.

There was a red hole in the waist, and the flesh turned out. Obviously, the hard object penetrated deeply into the flesh.

He carefully wiped off the blood with a brocade towel, then soaked the brocade towel in the wine jar, and scrubbed the wound.

In the end, he carefully sterilized his hands with wine, and his slender index finger was like a sharp spear, slowly but decisively inserted into the bloody hole, bit by bit, with his own internal force. .

Gasping for breath, his face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was dripping with sweat.

He could barely stand, propping up the table next to him with one hand, and continued with the other.

Panting with his eyes closed, he paused a few times, and finally the tip of his index finger touched something hard, a pale and weak smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he paused again.

Suddenly, with a twist of his index finger, he quickly hooked the hard object, a tingling pain that made his whole body convulsive, and he almost fainted, a fountain of blood gushed out, along with the spring of blood, A shiny metal object was finally brought out by the index finger.

He opened his mouth and gasped for breath, finally couldn't hold on anymore, and slumped on the chair beside the table.

After resting for a while, he began to bandage the wound, applied some golden sore medicine, tore his inner garment into strips, and wrapped them around the wound one by one.

After doing all this, he got up again and put away all the blood-stained things before slowly lying on the soft mat, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Holding the hard object tightly in his hand, it is pointed at the front and round at the back, a very strange thing.

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When Qiancheng opened the curtain and entered, Su Mofeng was lying pale on the soft mat, two military doctors were busy nearby, and several soldiers were busy in and out with copper basins of hot water.

His injury was on his left shoulder. At that time, the disinfection had been completed, and the military doctor was cutting open his flesh with a knife to remove the hard objects buried inside.

Qiancheng stood on the sidelines and watched in horror.

"Is there no anesthetic?" she asked.

"Yes!" The military doctor continued to work without raising his eyebrows, "However, his wound is very close to the nerve, so he cannot be given paralytic drugs!"

Su Mofeng, who was in a bit of pain on the couch, suddenly woke up when he heard Qiancheng's voice, and turned to look at her with a smile, "Are you... all right?"

Seeing his pale smile, Qiancheng felt a pain in his heart, and pursed his lips, "I'm fine! Hold on for a while, and the bullet will be taken out soon."

bullet?

Everyone was startled, and all their eyes were cast on her.

She was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that they didn't know this thing yet, so she smiled awkwardly, "Yes, bullet, I heard my father talk about this weapon before!"

Oh!Sure enough, he is worthy of being General Ran, who is well-informed.

The operation is still going on!

Su Mofeng was sweating profusely from the pain, his other hand was clutching the quilt tightly, his knuckles were white, he bit his lip tightly, the lip was broken and bleeding, but he didn't make a sound, his shoulders were blood red, shocking.

"Third Master, it hurts, just call it out!" The two military doctors were also sweating.

The man remained silent.

Qiancheng felt great pain in her heart, she felt something choked in her throat and rushed into her eyes, she sat gently on the edge of the bed, lowered her head, and slowly kissed the man's tightly biting lips.

Su Mofeng froze all over, opened his big eyes, and looked at the woman leaning over in front of him in disbelief, his biting lips slowly relaxed with the woman's kiss.

"Take it out!"

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, Qiancheng also slowly let go of the man's lips, gave the man a thumbs up mischievously, and smiled sweetly, "Third Master is doing well!"

Everyone laughed, only to find Su Mochen standing behind him.

"Fourth Lord!"

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