My brother Ying Zheng, who dares to kill me?

To say that this battlefield is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood is a bit of an exaggeration.

But further ahead, what appeared in Chang Yun's sight was a real mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!

Three or four layers of corpses are stacked up, with arms and arms intertwined. No matter which direction you look from, there are always several pairs of eyes staring at you!

The blood of all the corpses had long since drained away, and they all gathered at the bottom of the mountain of corpses, forming a pool of dark red blood that exuded a strong smell of blood!

Here, the value of human beings is reduced to the lowest level, and the dignity of human life is gone!

When his sight continued to extend, Chang Yun suddenly felt that the mountain of corpses was like a throne, carrying the figure sitting in it.

The blood, brains and bone fragments of an unknown number of people were soaked into his body, hair, armor and clothes, making him seem as if he had just been fished out of a sea of ​​blood.

Even though the war has been over for a long time, the halberd stuck at his side is still dripping blood, telling of its great achievements!

Just as Chang Yun's heart was shaking, the bloody man slowly raised his head, his tired and life-indifferent eyes slowly raised, and finally stabbed Chang Yun like two sharp knives that pick bones.

Behind Chang Yun, a group of Yingchuan officials subconsciously took a step back.

The few foreigners who had never been on the battlefield were so frightened that they whispered:

"No!"

"There is definitely an ambush here, run!"

Chang Yun was also panicking to death.

But although he was born as a foreigner, he had also experienced wars and seen the cruelty of the battlefield.

After calming down, Chang Yun shouted loudly: "Mr. Chang'an!"

However, even though Changyun tried to control it, his voice was still full of trembling and fear.

Hearing this familiar voice, Ying Chengyu greeted him tiredly and hoarsely: "Qing Changshang, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Ying Chengyu also knew that his current image might be a little scary, so he tried his best to put on a gentle smile.

It's a pity that the blood covering Ying Chengyu's face has condensed into blood clots, completely covering up this smile.

When it reached the ears of Yingchuan officials, Ying Chengyu's voice was still as cold as the death rattle of hell!

However, Chang Yun felt that this was a sound of nature that he had never heard in his life.

Ying Chengyu is still alive!

Although he still cannot save his life, his three tribes have a way to survive!

Overcoming the fear in his heart, Chang Yun climbed through the mountain of corpses on his hands and feet, and finally came to Ying Chengyu's side: "Chang'an Lord, but..."

Chang Yun wanted to ask Ying Chengyu if he was okay?

But looking at Ying Chengyu's miserable appearance, and then looking at the arrow that penetrated deeply into Ying Chengyu's body, Chang Yun really couldn't open his mouth.

Ying Chengqiu doesn't look like he's okay!

It's already a miracle that he didn't die, okay?

Ying Chengqiang smiled and said, "I'm lucky that Lord Chang came quickly."

"If we delay it for a while longer, I don't know if I can hold on."

"I will remember this life-saving grace in my heart and will report it to Brother Wang."

Changyun's pupils trembled suddenly.

Even though the war was clearly over, Ying Chengyu still gave him a share of the rescue credit.

If you rescue others, it is not a great achievement.

But the credit for rescuing Ying Chengyu may very well help him save his life in front of Ying Zheng!

Chang Yun suddenly raised his hand and said, "Thank you, Lord Chang'an, for your life."

"In the future, if Lord Chang'an has any needs, Chang is willing to do his best for Lord Chang'an!"

Ignoring Chang Yun's words of loyalty, Ying Chengyu looked at the battlefield and said, "I have something to trouble Qing Chang Shang now."

"The number of our soldiers is too small, and most of them are injured. We need Lord Laochang to clean the battlefield, collect the weapons, calculate the first merit, and at the same time dispose of the corpses to avoid the plague."

Chang Yun nodded without hesitation: "This is Chang's responsibility."

Ying Chengyu continued to give instructions: "Although there are many enemy troops, not all of them intend to be enemies of our Great Qin. Most of them are just coerced into fighting."

"When cleaning the battlefield, please pay special attention to the soldiers who were killed by arrows on the east side of this place."

"When the war came, they all turned to help me. Not only was there no fault, but they were meritorious."

"One of the soldiers is named Xiang Tian. He personally killed one... no, the third level of his first achievement. He can serve as an example."

"When dividing the fields, ask his family members about their thoughts. If they want to stay in their hometown, give them the fields in their hometown. If they are afraid of retaliation, move them to Chang'an Township."

"I ordered the military law officials to record all of this. I would rather let a few rebels go than to weaken the loyalty of the rebel soldiers."

Ying Chengyu couldn't remember the faces of so many soldiers, and even if he did, it would be useless.

On the way to charge, the war horses had already trampled all the soldiers into pieces, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

Rather than eradicating all evil, Ying Chengyu is more unwilling that those who have mustered up the courage to fight for him will not receive the rewards they deserve after their death.

Chang Yun smiled and cupped his hands: "Wei!"

In Chang Yun's opinion, Ying Chengyu's arrangement was very exquisite.

Da Qin always wants people to know that not every Korean has evil intentions.

Even if they are coerced by the powerful, there are still many Koreans who are loyal to the Qin Dynasty and can fight back on the battlefield.

This is not only beneficial to Qin's rule over the Koreans, but also allows those who are interested in causing trouble to be more suspicious of the grassroots soldiers under their command. It can also transform the Qin-Korean conflict into a conflict between the old Korean dignitaries and the Koreans.

Avoid minor punishments and win the hearts of the people.

This is the real lenient reprieve!

Ying Chengyu nodded slightly: "Thank you."

"Please ask Chang Shangqing to clear a clean area immediately, and dig out all the blood-stained soil."

"I found chickens, wheat, pots and other items nearby. I need to suture the wounds immediately."

Ying Chengyu and Chang Yun have completely different understandings of 'life-saving grace'.

Chang Yun thought Ying Chengyu was using this excuse to save his life.

But Ying Chengyu is serious!

Although the soldiers brought scalpels, needles and threads and other things needed for suturing, there was no clean water source nearby, so they could not boil wort to wash the wounds or boil medicine.

If treatment is carried out on the spot, wound infection will definitely occur.

More importantly, although these rebels are very honest now, they are all due to the power of Ying Chengyu!

Once Ying Chengyu receives treatment and loses his combat effectiveness, those old Korean dignitaries hidden in the rebel army will definitely rise up immediately and lead the rebel army to attack again.

It doesn't take much, as long as more than a thousand people are willing to follow and attack, Ying Chengyu's troops will no longer be able to resist.

Ying Chengyu will definitely die!

In order to survive, Ying Chengyu could only ask his soldiers to place the corpses of the enemy soldiers next to him, displaying a terrifying aura, and then sit back and watch his wounds slowly bleed and die slowly!

Ying Chengyu's lips trembled a little: "You must be quick!"

"If not, Lord Chang Shang will have to prepare a coffin for me."

Chang Yun was shocked and threw his hands in his hands: "Chang, go get ready now!"

Before he finished speaking, Chang Yun ran away, shouting angrily: "What are you doing in a daze!"

"Have you never seen Lord Chang'an seriously injured?"

"Your Majesty was ambushed by enemy troops in Yingchuan County and was seriously injured and dying. Don't you know what this means?"

"Move quickly!"

All the officials were frightened, and more than ten middle- and high-level officials got on their horses and ran out.

As local officials, they knew very well where there were villages nearby.

He rushed into the village, broke into a house, grabbed the chicken and the can, threw down a handful of money without looking at it, turned around and ran away!

The remaining officials quickly rolled up their sleeves to carry the corpses, dig out the blood and soil, and cleared as much clean space as possible.

In less than two-quarters of an hour, Chang Yun, who was sweating profusely, ran towards Ying Chengyu with a clay pot and shouted:

"The anesthetic is here!"

Ying Chengyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, drank the anesthetic in one gulp, and then said in a deep voice: "Broken Arrow."

Guafu's right hand grasped the arrow shaft close to Ying Chenglong's skin like an iron pincer. Bafu held the sword in both hands and slashed down suddenly.

The anesthetic has not yet taken effect, but the trembling force is transmitted along the arrow shaft into Ying Chengyu's body, causing Ying Chengyu to shiver in pain.

The hexagram master hurriedly said: "Master, do you want to take a rest?"

Ying Chengyu shook his head: "Come again, quickly!"

"I have already lost enough blood. I don't know how long I can hold on if I drag this on any longer."

After hearing what Ying Chengyu said, Guafu immediately grabbed the shaft of the other arrow without hesitation.

At the same time, Hanfu and other family soldiers were hurriedly wiping Ying Chengyu's body with silk cloth.

After just a few wipes, the silk cloth turned blood red!

After changing more than ten basins of water in a row, the dirty blood near Ying Chengyu's wound was finally cleaned up.

At this moment, Chang Yun ran over again carrying a jar and shouted:

“The Mou (barley) water is here!”

The soldiers immediately replaced the clean water with wort and kept rinsing and wiping Ying Chenglong's wounds.

When Ying Chenglong's skin was rubbed red, the hexagram master held a sharp knife and asked in an unbearable tone: "Master, do you want to start being humble now?"

Ying Chengyu took a cork stick and bit it in his mouth, then nodded.

The sharp knife penetrated the flesh, and even with the effect of the anesthetic, Ying Chengyu still felt a sharp pain.

"Um!!!"

The upper and lower rows of teeth dug deeply into the wooden stick, and Ying Chengyu trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

"Danglang~"

With a crisp sound, the arrow's flesh was cut out and fell into the copper plate.

Ying Chengyu gasped for air like a dehydrated fish, and said happily: "I finally know why Zhang Tianan is so afraid."

"This crime is truly unbearable!"

"The anesthetic still needs to be adjusted."

It was only at this moment that Ying Chengyu finally understood why Zhang Rang had a tactile fear of him.

When Zhang Rang was doing sutures, there was no anesthetic!

After adjusting his body shape, Ying Chengyu said in a deep voice: "Continue!"

Fortunately, the armor sent by Mrs. Han was of high quality, so Ying Chengyu's injuries were mostly on his limbs, so there was no need to disembowell him and sew up his organs.

By the time the eight arrowheads were dug out and more than a dozen wounds were sutured, Ying Chengyu was already lying on the ground like a dead fish, staring blankly at the sky.

pain!

It hurts so much!

"Mr. Chang'an! Where is Mr. Chang'an!"

Hearing the call from afar, Ying Chengyu didn't bother to pay attention, and just closed his eyes to regain his strength.

Chang Yun went up to meet him and saw Qi Ke, whose clothes were all wet with sweat, galloping towards him on horseback.

Seeing Chang Yun, Qi Ke's eyes lit up and he sped up again: "Chief Chang!"

"Three thousand elite soldiers have surrounded this place, and another five thousand soldiers and horses are on the way."

"How is this battle going? Where is Lord Chang'an?"

"Have your troops ever rescued Lord Chang'an?"

Chang Yun looked at Qi Ke with complicated eyes: "This battle is won."

"Before I arrived, Lord Chang'an had already won a great victory."

Qi Ke:? ? ?

Qi Ke looked at Chang Yun in shock: "Four hundred and eighty people fought against ten thousand troops and won?"

"Chief Chang, what myths are you talking about!"

"How is the battle going?"

Chang Yun shook his head: "I know you were surprised. When I rushed to the battlefield, I was no less surprised than you were, but don't be surprised yet."

"Mr. Chang'an is right in front. I will take you to see him right away."

Turning over and dismounting, Qi Ke followed Chang Yun with full of confusion and vigilance.

Finally, Qi Ke saw Ying Chengyu lying on his back, covered in blood and sweat.

Looking at Ying Chengyu's pale face and closed eyes, Qi Ke's legs softened and he knelt on the ground: "It's over!"

"It's all over!"

"If Lord Chang'an dies in battle, you and our three clans will definitely die!"

Although sad, Qi Ke was not surprised at all and even accepted the fact immediately.

After all, how could four hundred and eighty men defeat an army of ten thousand?

If the war had ended before Chang Yun's troops arrived, how could Lord Chang'an still be alive?

Chang Yun must have spoken nonsense because he couldn't bear the blow!

However, at this moment, Ying Chengyu opened his eyes and looked at Qi Ke dissatisfied.

Qi Ke: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

It’s a fake corpse! ! !