Francisco's sudden collapse of confession surprised everyone and made it impossible to figure out the situation. Su Mo's face was calm and waveless, and he looked down at him. After half a sound, he said indifferently: "Serve me as the master? You say that you will be served?" Think about it, I will give you a day, think about it carefully, and then come to me." With that, he ignored him and strode towards Olisses and the others.

Behind him, Francisco was ashen, his eyes empty and he knelt on the ground, motionless for a long time. After a long time, he struggled to get up, staggered to the side and sat down, and at that moment, the whole person seemed to suddenly get a lot older.

"The hosts. ”

"Young Master. ”

Olisses and the others shouted in unison with the fat man, Su Mo glanced at the two Mongolians who were trembling and following the fat man, just nodded lightly, waved his hand and said, "Wait first, I'll see the injuries of our people first." ”

The fat man said yes and stepped aside. Olisses and the others were happy and grateful, and they all hugged Su Mo around, vacating the middle of the field.

"The hosts. All the Thresian warriors who could move struggled to their feet and saluted Su Mo, their faces full of fervent adoration.

A master who could put everything aside and take care of his own lowly slaves won the hearts of all the Serreans. At this moment, they are willing to fight and sacrifice for this master without hesitation, which is almost a belief.

The wounded Mongol cavalrymen lying next to them had a look of horror on their faces, including the two leaders who followed behind the fat man. Several people glanced at each other, and they all saw bitterness and worry in each other's eyes.

"No need to be polite, don't move. Su Mo frowned slightly, waved his hand and commanded. While squatting down nearby, he carefully examined the wounded man's injuries in front of him.

The wound was on the chest, a long one, from the left shoulder to the waist. The sharpness of the Mongolian scimitar threatened to cut the Thresian in two. It was one of two seriously wounded, and all the Thresians had a heavy look on their faces and sorrow in their eyes.

This kind of injury is almost unsolvable in this era. In the past, the only thing they could do was to make up for it, so that this brother could get out of pain as soon as possible and no longer suffer torture.

"Huzi. Su Mo shouted without raising his head.

Zhuang Hu responded loudly, quickly ran to a pack horse to untie a burden, and trotted over. Immediately, without waiting for Su Mo's instructions, he quickly opened the burden and took out some bits and pieces from it.

Su Mo first took a small jar, and as soon as he opened it, an extremely rich aroma of wine wafted out. All the Mongol cavalry, but all of them who were still conscious, suddenly counted one after another, and they all looked greedily at the jar, and some even swallowed their saliva uncontrollably.

Mongolian wines, especially spirits, have an unrivalled attraction to them. It seems that the aroma of the jar of wine in Su Mo's hand in front of him has never been heard before, and these people can't wait to stretch out two small hands in their eyes, and immediately snatch it into their arms and feast on it.

Su Mo was aware of this, raised his eyes and glanced around coldly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook slightly. These fools really dare to drink the jar of wine in their hands, for fear that they will be drunk to death if they are not right. You know, this is the alcohol he deliberately worked hard to refine. Although it is far from the purity of later generations, in this era, it is already the maximum that can be achieved.

After planning to go north and go out of the customs, he prepared a lot of necessary things. High-purity alcohol is one of them. With this alcohol, the chances of surviving an injury in the wild are greatly increased. This is also one of the lessons he summed up after the battle in Xingxian that day.

After the battle of Rixing County, on the way to escape, if there was such a jar of high alcohol, there would definitely not be only a poor eighteen people left in the end.

Tilting the jar slightly, a clear wine line spilled down, Su Mo's hands were as steady as Mount Tai, and he quickly cleaned the terrifying wound with the wine line. It wasn't until all the skin and flesh were guaranteed to be sprinkled that the jar was covered and handed to Zhuang Hu behind him.

The wounded man lying on the ground was strongly stimulated by the strong alcohol, and his whole body convulsed involuntarily, and the huge pain even made him wake up for a short time, and his teeth clenched.

Su Mo's face changed slightly, he stretched out his hand to hold him, and whispered: "Come on, hold him, don't let him move." ”

Olisses' face tightened, and he hurriedly stepped forward in person to replace Sumo. Although he couldn't bear his brother's pain, seeing his master's extremely serious appearance, he couldn't help but faintly rise a hope in his heart.

This magical master has an incredible power, a new life that has shocked the Thress warriors. Perhaps, the master really has a way to save these brothers.

Thinking so, he became more and more serious. Carefully avoiding the wounded man's wounds, but his hands were a little stronger, so that the wounded man was firmly fixed on the ground, and he really couldn't move.

Su Mo glanced at him appreciatively and nodded to Zhuang Hu. Only then did Zhuang Hu lift the jar and slowly dump it.

Su Mo stretched out his hands and soaked every inch of his hands with wine as much as possible, and when it was completely watered, Tang Meng, who was waiting next to him, suddenly showed a fire fold in his hand, and when it was blown in the wind, the flame burst into flames. Then a movement in the next moment suddenly caused a burst of screams.

The fire fold actually burned straight towards Su Mo's hands, and in an instant, a burst of pale blue flames rose from Su Mo's hands, completely enveloping his two hands.

With the help of the principle that alcohol rises through the heat of the skin for a short time, the flame can be isolated from the skin and the high temperature disinfection can be carried out to the maximum extent. In fact, in the mid-seventeenth century in Europe, some people had already discovered and began to apply it.

It's just that very few people know this way, and it was even mistaken for witchcraft for a time. This is true in the West, not to mention in the East. When everyone saw Su Mo suddenly start with fire, they immediately exclaimed. There was that nervous, and even pulled out a knife on the spot, and pounced on Tang Meng with a roar.

Su Mo ignored it, his hands quickly wrapped around each other a few times, and then quickly and vigorously waved a few times, and the fire was instantly extinguished.

Here, Tang Meng had already prepared, scolded, his body jumped up suddenly, and with a volley kick, he forced back a few soldiers who rushed over, and then jumped backwards and opened the distance.

"Enough, it's all quiet!" Su Mo's rebuke sounded at the right time, so that the few people who were going to continue the attack instantly calmed down.

"It's just necessary to disinfect, how can a small fire hurt me? Okay, stay quiet, don't disturb me anymore. Su Mo commanded for a long time, and the look on his face that I was a master really stunned everyone, and his eyes were full of awe.

Tang Meng and Zhuang Hu glanced at each other, and couldn't help but pouted secretly. This young master of his own family is good anywhere, but this kind of stinky and conspicuous problem is really hated.

"Press him. Ignoring what Tang Meng and Zhuang Hu thought, Su Mo took the needle and thread that had been prepared a long time ago, and after giving an order to Olisses, his face turned pale and he began to stitch up the wound intently.

Although he is not a professional surgeon, in later generations, this simple suturing technique can still be learned. The only thing to pay attention to is the disinfection process. But in this day and age, he has done everything he can. Fortunately, he still has a secret weapon, which should be effective.

Seeing him threading a needle and thread on a human body like sewing clothes, all the Serreans and Mongols turned pale and trembled. What kind of means is this? Big sewing of living people? Gods, Immortal Heaven, is this really a human being? Could it be a god or a demon?

Naturally, it was the Thress warriors who shouted the gods, and those who shouted the immortal heavens, of course, were the Mongols. At this moment, in their eyes, this completely uncognizable scene completely shocked their minds and bodies, and then looked at Su Mo's eyes, which could not help but bring out endless awe and fear.

After the last stitch, the wounded person's entire chest and abdomen were like an extra hideous centipede, which made people feel daunted. Rao is a tough guy like Olisses, and at this moment, he can't help but tremble in his heart, and he can't help himself.

Su Mo ignored everyone's reactions, cut off the special sutures, carefully looked at his masterpiece, and nodded with satisfaction. casually put the needle and thread into the box handed over by Tang Meng, and then closed his eyes slightly, silently thought, and drew out a wisp of life vitality and pointed at the wounded.

Life-giving!

The faint ripple moved with the fingers stretched forward, and the next moment, gently rubbed against the sutured wound. In an instant, a shocking scene appeared.

Originally, although the amount of bleeding from the wound had been greatly reduced through suturing, blood stains could still be seen. But at this moment, with the stroke of Su Mo's finger, the skin after the stroke was visibly healed with the naked eye, although it had not been able to heal immediately, but the blood stains were no longer half secreted, at first glance, the wound that was still hideous and terrifying at the last moment, as if it had been healed for seven or eight days, no one would believe it if they saw it, this was a new wound that had just been wounded.

When Su Mo stopped and put away his fingers, the wounded man let out a sound at the right time, and he woke up again, opened his eyes in confusion, and after seeing the stunned Olisses, he spat out a few words in his native language, and then reached out and pushed away the hand that was holding him, and turned over and sat up.

Wow!

Everyone exclaimed in unison. Then there was silence at first, and then there was a cheer from Shaking Tensuke. In the next moment, all the Threth warriors unanimously prostrated towards Su Mo, their hands folded in front of their chests, their faces showing extremely solemn expressions, and they chanted in a low voice.

The chanting sound was strange and difficult, but with a strange rhythm, and in a trance, an ancient and clumsy aura was faintly permeated, which made people feel a sense of sacredness rising from the bottom of their hearts.

The fat man, Zhuang Hu, Tang Meng, and Meng Yu and others all couldn't help but look dignified, as solemn as a pilgrimage.

Poof, the two Mongolian leaders who had been following the fat man and bowed down could no longer stand, and bowed to the ground with five bodies, prostrate on the ground, trembling all over.