Shi Jiuwei decided to take this opportunity to personally go to the enemy's town and ask a famous doctor to come to the rescue.

"The general can't, this epidemic is urgent, maybe it is still the enemy's trick, the general is in danger, won't it put our army into a more difficult situation?"

Shi Jiu retorted lightly: "Wouldn't it be more difficult to sit and wait to die?" All the people in the camp are my partners in life and death, how can I watch them die in this barren mountain? A good man should die on the battlefield, this way of dying is too wretched! I have made up my mind, and I don't need to say more. ”

The general was helpless, so he had to say: "How many people does the general want to bring?" ”

"To go to war? No matter how many people don't bring it, I'll just be alone. Seeing that the general was so anxious that she clenched her fists, she said: "If I don't return for three days, you will be the commander for the time being, and at the same time send out the rescue troops to explore the horse secrets, there must be no mistake." ”

Shi Jiuwei casual clothes rode out of the deep mountains and old forests, Huoyue trekked hard in the thorny snow, the sky was not beautiful, the wind and snow were howling, and soon he didn't know the way to come, only walking alone in a confusion. Between the cold and the frozen, there is only the repeated white mist exhaled by the fire moon during the difficult trek, they originate from nothingness, scattered in nothingness, and she is the only one left in the vast heaven and earth.

The two armies fought, and she rode alone too conspicuously, so she couldn't walk on the short road and the main road, so she could only take the remote road and the mountain road. It's just that in the heavy snow, it was difficult to walk, the back of the crotch / the fire moon was trembling, Shi Jiuwei couldn't bear it, so he had to get off the horse and lead it, and finally saw a broken temple in the wind and snow, so he went in to avoid the snow.

Fang stepped into the broken temple, and Shi Jiuwei knew that there was someone. Vigilant, she slowed her pace, a faint smell of blood wafting from her nose, and the crackling sound of dry wood burning. She looked at the snow beneath her feet, the trails scattered on the snow, and the dripping blood spots dried and froze in the ice and snow.

Shi Jiuwei tied the fire moon to the trunk of the crooked neck and dead branches outside the temple, and then stepped into the broken temple. The light in the temple was dim, and there was a strange phantom in the shadows, and beside the crackling fire, sat a man with his left leg bent and his right leg strangely stretched out to the ground, an angle that felt wrong no matter how you looked at it.

Shi Jiuwei's footsteps were light, but despite this, the person hung his head and didn't look at who the person who entered the temple was, which was unusual on his own, combined with the faint bloody aura floating on the tip of his nose...... She frowned at the man sitting with his head down, and if she guessed correctly, he should have fainted.

In order to confirm his guess, Shi Jiuwei walked directly to the fire and looked at the man's outstretched legs, and sure enough, the legs were stained with blood, and there were torn flesh and white bone stubble on the calves.

Shi Jiuwei squatted down and looked at the person's injured leg, the pants at the injured leg had been torn a little, it seemed that before he fainted, he should also want to save himself as much as possible, but unfortunately the injury was too serious, or he overestimated his ability to tolerate pain, in short, he should have moved his hand slightly, but he quickly fainted.

With such bad weather, if she forcibly moves forward, she is afraid that she will become the successor of the broken leg. encountered, although I don't know if he is from the North Zhao or the South Vietnamese, he shouldn't see death without help, and he was trapped in this temple by the snow, so God wanted her to save his life, right? So Shi Jiuwei came out of the broken temple, took a deep-spouted pot from the blanket on the side of the Saddle of the Fire Moon, removed the spout, and then scooped a pot of snow in the clean snow that no one stepped on, and returned to the fainting man.

She untied the placket slightly, tore a clean piece of snow-white cloth from the side of the placket, and then plunged into the pot of snow with her hands infused with internal force, and in a few moments, the snow turned into water. After completely tearing the pants on the man's injured calf, Shi Jiuwei dipped the clothes in water and gently wiped off the blood stains on the broken bones, and after several repetitions, the snow water in the pot turned red.

Poured out the blood, and replaced a pot of snow again, this time the snow was kneaded into a ball and pasted around the broken leg, after the skin around the leg revealed blue and purple, Shi Jiuwei quickly closed his broken leg, and used internal force to dredge his blocked meridians, took some of the trauma medicine he carried with him and applied it to the injured leg, and finally wrapped his injured leg layer by layer with strips of clothing, and then took the long/gun hanging on the side of the saddle bridge, and the moment the gun was on the ground, she had already gone up to the crooked neck tree that tied the fire moon, and the long/gun shook a few times, There are countless broken branches on the snow.

Shi Jiu flew down the tree and swept away the wood chips scattered on Huoyue's body before carrying those dead branches into the temple. She sat by the temple gate, and with the sharp dagger tucked in her boots, she trimmed the dead branches of various shapes into long pieces of wood that could be used, and finally fixed them on both sides of the wounded leg wrapped in strips of cloth, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

The sweat that had just been busy turned into a bone-eating condensation when it was quiet at the moment. The placket of the underwear was almost gone, and some of the empty ones poured cool breeze into it, so Shi Jiuwei approached the fire and added some new firewood. When the thin sweat on her body had dried, she touched the man's low forehead, which was a little burning, so she untied her cloak, shook off the snow, and covered him.

In fact, he was awake when she reached out and touched his forehead, but he did not open his eyes silently. The leg injury was treated, and he could feel it even if he didn't open his eyes. The technique of treating the wound is not perfect, but it is very skillful, and it is obvious that he will encounter this kind of injury often, and he does not exclaim or panic from beginning to end, and he proceeds in an orderly manner along the way.

If it were a man, it would be normal, but the breath she leaned over was soft and warm, and she shouldn't be a man, but the palm that touched his forehead was a little rough, and his fingers were full of thick calluses, not like a woman's hand at all. There was some curiosity in his heart, so he opened his eyes to see what this kind girl who was willing to give him charcoal in the snow and treat his injuries looked like.

But he watched with some amazement as she walked under the crooked neck tree outside the temple, and led the snow-covered horse all the way into the ruined temple. When she was about to reach the temple gate, she began to pat the snow on her horse vigorously, and whispered while brushing away the cold snow: "Huoyue, is it cold?" It's really a last resort to let you suffer for a long time, and the people over there are in urgent need of help, so I can only grieve you. ”

As if he could understand, the horse snorted and snorted, and finally stuck out his tongue and rubbed it against the side of her face. When she had finished handling the snow from the horse, she began to arrange all the dry straw in the temple, and after laying it out in a single piece, she went to lead the horse, which was now a fiery red color.

"Come, lie down on the straw and rest, we'll have to hurry when the snow stops. Thank you for your hard work, Fire Moon. ”

She gave the horse all the straw to keep out the cold, and she sat down on the floor with a loud horn, and roasted her hand on the fire, before she looked up at him, "Are you awake?" ”

She knew that he was awake, but she was full of her horse, and after packing up her horse, she took the leisure to ask him. Inexplicably, such a thought floated in my heart. Facing the firelight, her eyes were scrutinizing and sharp, and there was even a hint of condescending calmness.

His voice was a little hoarse, "I'm thirsty......"

Shi Jiuwei understood and said, "Wait a minute." She took a pot of clean snow, as she had done before, and brought it close to the fire, and when it had melted, she warmed it up for a while before she came to him and handed it to him.

He took the pot and hurriedly drank a few sips before saying, "Are you from the Beizhao Army?" ”

Shi Jiuwei narrowed his eyes when he heard this, but he didn't answer, only to hear him say again: "This pot is not afraid of fire, it is a marching pot, but the marching pot in the South Vietnamese army is not like this, so I guess you are from Beizhao." ”

"Whether it's the Northern Zhao people or the South Vietnamese people, is it so important?" Shi Jiuwei pointed to the pot in his hand, "You are thirsty, I will borrow your pot to use, I am difficult to walk on the snowy road, you borrow me from the fire to keep warm, that's all." When we meet on a snowy day, we are fated, so why do we need to divide into South Vietnam or North Zhao? ”

He smiled when he heard this, "Aren't the two armies fighting?" ”

"So what? Aren't you, a South Vietnamese, still using my Beizhao marching pot? ”

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed, "My name is Xue Jian, may I ask the girl's name?" ”

Shi Jiuwei was also stunned, no one seemed to recognize her as a girl at a glance when she was dressed as a man, and no one had ever used the word Fang when asking her name, she was a simple person, and people who knew her well would also ask her what her name was. Although this trip was in casual clothes, according to the custom, it was still a woman dressed as a man, but it was also strange that he was so sure that she was a woman.

He seemed to know what she was suspicious of, "I can still tell whether a man is a woman or a woman." ”

Shi Jiuwei is not verbose, "Just call me Ah Jiu." ”

Seeing that she didn't want to say, he didn't ask anymore, but said, "Why don't you sit here, you give the straw to the horse, give me the cloak, and ......" He lowered his head and looked at the strip of white cloth tied around the injured leg, and suddenly his expression was a little subtle, "You will catch a cold if you sit on the ground, why don't you sit here?" ”

The snowstorm outside the temple is howling, and the cold in the temple is only this fire, and it is indeed a little cold after sitting for a long time. This trip is related to the safety of countless soldiers, and there is no room for mistakes, so Shi Jiuwei did not recklessly, and sat next to him according to Xue Jian's words. There was straw under him, and he was really comfortable.

Xue Jian looked sideways at Shi Jiuwei, and she didn't avoid his gaze, looking back calmly. Her eyes are strict and peaceful, her lips are involuntarily pursed, bringing out a hint of stubbornness, and her face is not as soft as that of ordinary girls, but has a kind of heroic handsomeness, it is difficult to describe the appearance specifically, but it is still radiant and unusual.

She asked directly, "What are you looking at?" ”

"Look at what the woman who gave up the straw to a horse looks like."