Xia Yunchu trembled his fingers and groped up and down the wounded soldier's body. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The wounded soldier didn't know how long it had been raining, and he was soaked, and even the place where his back was close to the ground was crumpled and muddy. Xia Yunchu probed the wounded soldier with one hand, and the cloth he touched was completely soaked, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or the blood of the wounded soldier on it.

"Have you ever hit a flint? Tell me, and I'll stop the bleeding for you." ”

Xia Yunchu really couldn't find the flint in such a chaotic situation, so he simply leaned into the wounded soldier's ear again, gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Uh-uh-uh-uh......" The wounded soldier suddenly let out a high-pitched moan and twitched all over, "Waist, waist...... After...... Waist ......"

"Lower back?"

In this rainstorm, Xia Yunchu couldn't find the back of the wounded soldier very quickly. She reached out and touched it for a long time, carefully avoiding the other party's wounds, and finally touched the belt.

At this time, she didn't care about any suspicion of men and women, she quickly bent down, and touched the other party's belt with both hands, and sure enough, she touched a few small stones with some edges and corners nearby.

Xia Yunchu was overjoyed, and instinctively thought that it was a flint.

She did not break her promise, and after getting the flint, she pulled some cloth towels from her body and pressed them to the wounded man's wound on the ground. The cloth towel she brought with her, like her, was poured in the middle of the night in this rainstorm, and it was impossible to be clean.

It's just that now isn't the time to care about that.

Xia Yunchu pressed the wounded man's wound with a cloth towel with one hand, and grabbed the other party's shoulder with the other, and finally overturned him, making him turn over and lie on the ground in a wound-down position.

"Lie down like this and hold the wound, you ...... You...... At least for a while. If no one finds you, or if you drown in standing water, don't blame me. ”

Xia Yunchu muttered, stood up with his knees while gasping, identified the direction, and ran towards the place where Li Shun was.

The road was only a little brighter when lightning streaked, and she was wearing heavy leather armor.

Xia Yunchu felt that he was running on the road, but in fact he didn't run far.

She held the flints tightly in her hands and ran to the front of the tent, not knowing how many times she had fallen on the way. When she reached out to wipe it again, her face was not covered with rain, but with mud and possibly some blood from the fall, but she didn't have time to care.

When she reached the tent, she suddenly noticed that the fighting there seemed to be louder.

When she left before, there were already many people surrounding Li Shun, but now that she came back with the flint and steel, the scope of the fight suddenly became a lot larger.

There were no enemy troops near those granaries, but now in front of the granaries, the reflection of the blades flashed.

The weather in the rainstorm is so bad that even if there is lightning in the sky, it is not possible to see the silhouette of a person. But in this blur, the sparks that emerge when the swords collide and the light reflected by the blades are very conspicuous.

Xia Yunchu thought that he had been there for a while, and he might see Li Shun injured when he came back, but unexpectedly, the enemy troops surrounding Li Shun over there were still clamoring to beat Li Shun down, but somehow there were countless more people scattered and fighting around, which made her a little dazed.

She remembered the faint shouts of killing coming from nearby before she left, and she didn't know if reinforcements had come forward.

It's just that even if it was really reinforcements, it still didn't help Li Shun.

The reinforcements were stopped at the end of the camp by scattered enemy troops, and Li Shun had already been surrounded by people and forced into another corner. The reinforcements also seemed to have the intention of rushing forward to kill, but they were tripped up here for a while.

Xia Yunchu was very anxious, and she couldn't see what was going on on Li Shun's side, so she could only guess from the voice that came, which really made her anxious.

She looked left and right, but she didn't see much of what was going on around her.

However, those who were fighting did not notice that she was standing far away on the edge of the battlefield - if such a chaotic situation could be called a battlefield.

Xia Yunchu cautiously bypassed the fighting crowd, only looked at the granary in front of him, and finally ran back to the corner of the granary.

During this period, she didn't know if she had stepped on anyone again, but at this moment of sword light, she couldn't care about it so much.

As soon as he squatted in the corner of the granary, Xia Yunchu hurriedly took out the flint that was already warm in his hand, and rubbed it with trembling hands, hoping to hit a spark and ignite the heavy military food tent in front of him.

She had not closed her eyes since the morning, and she had been pouring in the night rain for most of the night, and her whole body was cold, and when she was about to rub the flint, she found that her fingers had been frozen to the point of being completely unconscious. Not to mention that she had to rub the flint, she couldn't even hold the things in her hand, and fell to the ground in one fell swoop, so she could only bend over to touch it in a panic.

"Pap" "Pap" "Pak"

The subtle sound of the stone hitting was like thunder in Xia Yunchu's ears.

She nervously grasped the two thin stones in her hand, and slapped and rubbed them hard.

In a moment, she remembered the old thing called a lighter or a match.

The stones used for the fire have not been carefully carved, and there are natural edges and corners on them, Xia Yunchu nervously pinched the two flints and kept beating, and before he could hit the sparks, he had already rubbed countless blood marks on his originally white and tender hands.

Although her fingers were numb from the cold, it was precisely because her hands were still frozen that the wounds became more and more painful, and she couldn't hold the stones on her hands a little.

After living in the army for half a year, Xia Yunchu had already learned how to use flint. But now I don't know if it was too nervous, or because the rainstorm was too brutal, she kept knocking on the stones in her hands, but she couldn't rub any sparks at all.

Out of the corner of her eye, she even saw the sparks that came out when the swords of the people fighting next to her collided, and she was so angry that she wanted to throw away the flint and steel in her hand and replace it with two long knives.

No one noticed her around.

Thankfully, it was raining so much that no one would have guessed that she would want to set fire to the granary in such weather.

Xia Yunchu found that he really couldn't polish the flint, so he had to stomp his foot slightly, stuffed the flint and steel into the small backpack around his waist with one hand, and groped for the tent to move forward.

She wanted to try to get inside the granary and see if she could light a fire from inside to set it on fire.