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Hearing that his family had sent a servant to take care of him, he didn't want to trouble other soldiers to deal with his wounds. Yan Huai returned to the official post.

The military doctor came to check Yan Huai's wound and applied medicine to his wound.

"How are the other wounded?" Yan Huai asked.

The military doctor said: "childe, these swords have special poisons for our fox people, but we have not developed an antidote. According to our observation, this poison has no other toxicity except paralyzing the nerves and temporarily losing consciousness. A lot of people are in coma after the injury, some wake up, we checked, the body is not too big abnormal

Yan Huai nodded, the heart said no wonder!

No wonder he always felt weak after he was injured on the battlefield.

Fortunately, he had strong willpower and enough reinforcements to hold the city.

The battle lasted only two days, and the new wolf king sent a letter of apology, which was the first time in the history of the fox tribe.

The military doctor bandaged Yan Huai's wound, and the four boys rushed to wait on him to dress.

Yan Huai took a look at them and suddenly asked, "how many of you have been sent by your family?"

"My son, there are nine of us. Four guards went to the battlefield this morning to support us. Five of us stay here."

Yan Huai put on his clothes and looked at them, "but now you only have four people. Is there another one?"

The four men looked at each other and said they didn't see anyone.

Yan Huai felt strange.

Since the reinforcements came, he had a very strange feeling in his heart.

TingYang see Yan Huai seems to have something on his mind, so that the four boys are back.

The boys left, and the slave bells on their ankles rang.

At that moment, Yan Huai suddenly remembered something.

Yes, he heard bells on the battlefield, too.

It's just that the sound is different from the bells.

……

Of course not!

Yan Huai ran out of the city, regardless of his injuries, ran to the gate of the city.

That's the bell he specially made for Tingyuan! The voice must be different from others!

But why does Ting yuan Why are they on the battlefield?

Yan Huai's steps were trembling.

Isn't he supposed to stay in the main town?

The more he thought, the more flustered he was, the more he could not breathe.

TingYang followed him and asked him what happened.

"Young master! Childe! Young master, you are injured! What's the matter with you? Where are you going, young master

There was a fox fire at the gate.

Someone's carrying bodies from the battlefield.

Yan Huai staggered to run to the place where the bodies were placed, and looked at them one by one.

Several bodyguards from Yan's house all wrapped up the wound. They helped each other and walked to Yan Huai.

Yan Huai didn't look at them.

He walked at the foot of the corpse as if he were mad. He could not see his ankle. He knelt down and rolled up the legs of his trousers.

TingYang came up to help him up, "childe..."

"Get out of here Yanhuai roared and lifted TingYang.

The bandage was soaked in his clothes, and the bandage was soaked in his heart.

TingYang has never seen such a runaway Yan Huai.

He did not dare to get close to him. He could only watch Yan Huai kneeling on the ground one by one.

All of a sudden, Yan Huai's hand stopped at the foot of an obvious leg that was bigger.

He shook his hands to lift the leg of the man's trousers. He saw that the man's ankle was hung with a familiar chain, and he was wearing a circle of finely woven handmade chains.

He had seen the shaking of the ankle on his shoulder many times, and had heard the bell ring out of control many times.

Because this is Tingyuan.