Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Excessive loss of blood and severe hypothermia tortured Fajeev, but the wound on his chest was not worth mentioning. One spear had injured his right lung, and although it was severe, it was not fatal.

His consciousness slowly blurred. His lips were already pale, and his entire body was emitting the aura of a corpse. An illusion formed in his mind, and his words began to pass through his mind like a slide.

Father, Mother, Childhood … He was the campus bully from when he was a teenager. The most beautiful girl was pressed into the pile of straw by him …

After that was the military academy. He had to go on with the title of nobility and his own hard work to achieve a meteoric rise. But the period of stagnation finally came when he was forty years old and had appointed a major general.

From the Western European plains and forests, to the raging Crimea, then to the Caucasus region to guard, and finally to the Central Asia Plateau to assist Yaqub in training and invading Xinjiang.

Year after year, the geniuses of their youth were actually forgotten by the Empire … No, no, it couldn't be said to be oblivion. After each mission, he and his troops would receive a reward from the tsar, and even received several gold medals.

The tsar had not forgotten him, Moscow had not forgotten him, and his mission had been accomplished.

Why can't the official title improve? Why was he getting farther and farther away from Moscow? Was it really just those old men in the military that were jealous?

Fajeev couldn't understand, it had already been six years since he had levelled up at the age of forty. He had already been stuck in this position for a whole six years.

"After this damned war, I should be able to get a long vacation …" I'm going back to Moscow, I'm going to see His Majesty, I'm going to find out why... "

While his consciousness was blurring, he only had this thought. However, at this moment, he could already feel his soul leaving his body. The cold feeling had disappeared and was replaced by waves of warmth.

"What is he saying? Just what was he talking about … Morphine! A large dose of morphine! "Quick, quick, quick …"

Morphine, a potent analgesic extracted from opium, had been extracted from the laboratory in 1806 by French chemists and was a widely used first aid drug from the moment it was born.

But it is undeniable that the drug is too expensive in this era, and that morphine can only be extracted in small amounts in the laboratory in the absence of large-scale industrial production.

"Who would give me such a precious medicine? "My aide-de-camp does have a packet, but it's been lost for a long time …"

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the inside of his thigh, and then a wave of warmth rushed through his body, and the near-death experience dissipated in an instant, the cold feeling and the pain in his wound gone, and for a moment his spirit was lifted.

Opening his eyes, he saw a valiant young man standing in front of him. Fajeev subconsciously wanted to do something, but when he moved his waist, he realized that he did not have any strength left.

"Who are you? Your uniform is different from all Chinese's. Why do you have nine gold stars on your shoulder? What's your rank? " Fajeev asked.

The person who came was Xiao Letian. The nine golden stars were the creations of an Italian clothing designer. The Chinese military uniforms were designed by Italian and Prussian clothing designers.

Furthermore, the Chinese Statute Book had already stated clearly that the nine star epaulettes were unique to Xiao Letian. Even the commanders of the Chinese army in a hundred years time would only be able to wear eight golden stars.

"Translation of his words is really terrible in Russian!" Xiao Letian nodded and said to the Translator beside him.

There were a total of four Translator s who had been doing business with the Russian all year round. This way, they could greatly avoid the mistakes made by the translators.

"I am Xiao Letian! "Chinese Prime Minister, report your name and rank …"

Fajeev's eyes immediately lit up. He subconsciously wanted to stand up, since this was a dialogue with a nation's commander. He had to give him respect and not lose face for Russia's national might.

However, the loss of blood was too great. After struggling twice, he still wasn't able to stand up. Xiao Letian told the medical staff: "Check his blood type and extract his blood from the military officer's blood bank … Give him a shot of morphine and help him do it! "

"Two bonfires aren't enough. Add another two and prepare some hot water and a charcoal brazier …"

The darkness before dawn was the coldest. The current temperature was at least -19 or even above 20 degrees Celsius. Even a robust and uninjured man would not be able to withstand such weather, let alone a wounded man.

The extra dose of morphine made his spirit even more excited. A group of white clothed soldiers were busy comparing blood types, and very quickly, a bottle of blood in a thermos was poured into Fajeev's body.

Fajeev looked at everything silently, then suddenly sighed and muttered to himself, "I never thought that the Chinese army would be so advanced, you guys actually have such powerful medical care, and your equipment so good …"

"I'm not as good as you!" You've shattered all my old impressions of the Chinese... "

"Translation!" What is he talking about? " Xiao Letian asked, and very quickly the four Translator s told him everything that Fajeev had said.

Xiao Letian pulled a horse for himself and sat beside Fajeev. At the moment, the soldiers had already used the sheepskin to form a circular defensive curtain, with Xiao Letian and Fajeev being surrounded in the middle, other than the translators, there were only a few medical personnel accompanying them.

"Let's get straight to the point! You should know why I saved your life. Your life is very important to me! " Xiao Letian said.

"Hehe …" Yes, of course I know what you want me to do. Do you need me to order all Cossack to stop resisting and accept your captives? You still want a living me to be the best bargaining chip at the negotiating table, don't you? "

Xiao Letian nodded his head: "You are very smart, this is exactly what I want, but this is also what you guys need the most right now! "Give up, you've already run out of food. If you continue to persevere, you'll just freeze to death from starvation …"

"Do you know what the prisoners talk about the most on the way here? is to beg for food from us... Hehe, a grand and elite Cossack cavalry of Sha, actually became a beggar begging for food, what a mockery! "

Fajeev's face flushed red. Perhaps he was angry or maybe the blood transfusion had already had an effect.

"Cough, cough, cough …" You can enjoy your victory, but you can't insult us! If we hadn't lost our supplies, do you think you would have been able to defeat us? "