Chapter 392: The Wounded in the Same Car

The carriage pulled by the snow wolf formed an intermittent rope in the white canyon, stretching the team of more than 1,000 people into a long bar.

Lin An and the others also set off on the road the next day to learn that there were far more than 100 people from the third-line army who were going to return to the imperial capital with them to receive honors, but most of the rest were slightly or seriously injured, so they did not appear in the assembly that day.

Since most of the people could not be present, for this reason, the Chinese army did not hold the day's rally as a formal meeting, but only asked the third-line meritorious people to send representatives to gather together, get to know each other, and then bring back the necessary information to their companions who could not be present.

This arrangement, in the strict and unsympathetic place of the army, appeared to be warm and affectionate, and it was very successful in winning the hearts of many people, especially those who could not be present.

And because of the assembly as an intermediary, the relatively unfamiliar relationship between the third-line meritorious persons also quickly became harmonious, and they gradually became inseparable from which line of people were mixed together.

At the back of the line, Lin An was sitting on a three-pry cart towed by three snow wolves, and the pry cart was filled with a faint smell of blood, mixed with a little rancid stench caused by the deterioration of flesh.

"Spa!"

The thin blue "color" water flowed through the ulcerated and pus wounds, washing away the black and red pus and blood, "exposing" the wound and rotten flesh with slight white blood loss, and the abdominal muscles of the injured person lying in front of her twitched from time to time, and the pale face "revealed" a slight "color", and sighed in a low and comfortable manner.

Lin An lightly pointed together, and with her movements, a two-finger-wide almost transparent ice blade appeared on the side of her fingers, and the edge of the ice blade was slightly blue, showing that the water element in it was extremely concentrated.

"Bear with me." Lin An's voice came from under the invisible personal shield, and his dark eyes did not fluctuate at all.

The black-haired man's muscles trembled slightly, and the solid muscles that were exposed to Lin An's sight tensed, nodded, clenched his teeth tightly, and turned his face to close his eyes, covering those blue amorous eyes.

Ice blades fly.

The transparent ice blade sliced through the rotten flesh with the speed of the afterimage, and the cold flickered in the wound, freezing the bleeding blood vessels, but before the cold could extend, the small water flow of the hydrotherapy technique quickly followed, dissolving the chill at the wound and forming a thin protective film at the wound.

Debridement is followed by sutures, followed by a spell to accelerate muscle growth and hold the newly wounded wounds together as much as possible.

The man's face continued to sweat slightly, and the skin of his limbs was slightly smeared, but he said in surprise: "Honey, I can feel the itching sensation when the new flesh grows!" It's like...... There are so many little bugs crawling around...... Oh! ”

He also "revealed" an unbearable feeling, mixed with the joy on his face, which seemed painful and happy, very distorted.

"That's good news, Luther.

This means that the elements in your body have begun to regain balance, well, it seems that my hydrotherapy technique has been a little more effective for your current physique. ”

What is the feeling of rapid growth of new muscles, of course Lin An knows. She stood up and lifted the multiple isolation barriers and shields in the carriage, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face.

In order to prevent saliva particles and dander during the operation from falling into the other party's wounds, Lin An had to open multiple isolation shields, which also made the air in the carriage a little dull, and the smell of blood lingered.

“…… It's bearable, man, you can't say no in front of your own woman. ”

Ludwig, who had been poured several bottles of "potion" water by Lin An, was in good spirits and was still talking to Lin An, but his tone was already a little weak, indicating that the effect of the "potional" water poured down was attacking.

"Who pretended not to know, let my subordinates trick me over, dragged me alive and dead in the carriage, and looked like I was so seriously injured that I was about to die?"

Seeing him in the wounded car that day, being taken care of by his subordinates, Lin An almost thought that he was going to die.

"Honey, no, maybe it's not you in my carriage right now...... Compared to this, I would rather accept that you use ice blades to compare with me all day long, and decide where to slash ......"

Ludwig's voice grew lower and lower, almost moaning.

"Hurry up and sleep, if your fighting spirit can recover, then you don't need me to help you cut the meat anymore, are you happy to be on you all day long!"

Seeing this, Lin An was very angry:

Obviously made him a personal armor, but he just gave up the protective armor to another female mage - if it weren't for the fact that the female mage was his wife on the peak, who was already in her early forties, Lin An would probably think that he was going to split his legs and turn to have an affair with a married "woman" girl!

There is only you living and dying on the battlefield, where will there be any men and women, not to mention that with that lady's mage, since he dares to go to the front line, the other party may not need his protection - to put it bluntly, this guy's machismo is too strong.

However, Ludwig was also a blessing in disguise.

If it weren't for his efforts to protect and fight all the way, so that his cavalry, which had been separated from the main force of the legion, to reunite with the main force, and to bring back several mages in a company, and to gain the gratitude of the legion commander, he would not have appeared in the team on this return trip.

"Terrible news! Maybe soon I'll lose this special treatment of being taken care of by your car, in which case I'd rather be a little slower......"

Ludwig, who was half-asleep and half-awake, couldn't know Lin An's thoughts, and muttered sweetly, "Those guys...... But there are many people, all of whom are ...... Jealous of my treatment!

Oh, I won't tell them, you are me, my treasure ......"

He fell asleep, and there was a slight snoring in the carriage.

Carefully examining Ludwig's wound and seeing that his wound had healed and not healed and festered again after an elemental imbalance, Lin An knew that the treatment he had worked hard during this time had begun to bear fruit.

Regarding Ludwig's statement that he didn't see the effort he had put into him at all and only cared about enjoying the grace of beauty, Lin An glared at the sleeping guy with his teeth slightly grinding, as if he had thought of something, his eyes darkened slightly, and he sighed lightly.

After packing up his things and covering Ludwig with a blanket, he stretched his neck in his sleep, seemingly uncomfortably in his sleep, and his slightly messy black "colored" hair hung down on his forehead, which did not soften his extremely hard and resolute face much.

Lin An looked at Ludwig's sleeping face and was stunned for a while.

In fact, the longer I look at it now, the more familiar I become, the more I can see the difference between Luther and the one in his previous life:

After all, they are two people living in different worlds and different social systems, even if their faces and appearances are similar, their "sexual" personality and demeanor are completely different after all.

Ludwig is the standard traditional Merlin aristocratic male "sex", not to mention machismo, the killing and bloody experience on the battlefield makes him forever have an iron-blooded military temperament, and his innate status and responsibility are an unshirkable burden for his eternal life;

The latter is gradually a little blurry in Lin An's impression, and he only remembers that he is a model of a standard German man, an urban elite, with a resolute and reliable temperament of a German man, a David-like appearance and physique, and a gentlemanly demeanor of a modern man.

In the impression of Lin An and his brief intersection, both parties left each other with quite good memories, and they gathered and dispersed, and the good memories were like passing meteors, forever preserved in the short memories of Zài's previous life.

Therefore, when Lin An is looking for a lover in this life, he will unconsciously follow his template to find it, which is not so much love, but nostalgia for the good memories of the previous life.

Lin An opened the door of the carriage, used the wind raised by the magic trick to replace the air in the carriage, and then turned on the inset lamp inlaid with fire magic crystals on the top of the carriage.

The slight fiery warmth spread throughout the carriage, and immediately made Ludwig's face, who had shrunk a little when he opened the window, a little better.

Lin An quickly noticed Ludwig's weakness after putting down the tough guy shell when he was sober, with his current level of vindictiveness, he actually made himself like this, and he didn't "show" it in front of her at all when he was sober, which really made Lin An not know what to say about him.

"Pretend to be a tough guy and pretend to be a cripple sooner or later!"

There is a limit to the endurance of the human body, even if most of the aristocratic officers will cultivate their fighting spirit, but the sequelae of injuries on the battlefield are still the biggest factor in shortening or even interrupting their military careers, and most of the officers who seem to be retiring intact will also live in pain and pain in their later years, and even their life span will be greatly shortened.

In Lin An's view, Ludwig is also walking on this old road.

If it weren't for encountering a mage like Lin An who had experience in healing elemental imbalances, and quietly adjusted for him at any cost, it was just that this time, even if Ludwig was not directly retired, he would have to withdraw from the battlefield and turn to civilian work.

But although he was angry, Lin An still used an isolation barrier to envelop Ludwig.

Seeing that his sleep was the smoothest in the past few days, Lin An knew that with the hope of healing from this injury imminent, Ludwig's psychological pressure was reduced, and his reaction to the after-effects of war trauma was gradually reduced.

Therefore, she did not perform the "mental appeasement" on Ludwig after he fell asleep, as she had done the other day.

Although the external stimulation of mental spells can help Ludwig relieve his symptoms, Lin An is worried that using too often will cause Ludwig's brain structure to change, or develop dependence on "sex" - commonly known as addiction.

took out a book and opened it, Lin An didn't read two pages, and there was a knock on the carriage door.

"Please come in yourself."

In front of the open carriage door, Sidney stood in the doorway, a brown-haired head "exposed" behind him, and Latins couldn't wait to ask, "Your Excellency, your lordship...... What kind of surgery is it over? "The net doesn't skip words.

Scratching his cheeks for a while, Latin couldn't remember the proper noun that Lin An said after all, and just looked at Lin An hopefully.

Lin An smiled and nodded slightly.

"Yay!"

Seeing that Ludwig had fallen asleep, Latin did not dare to scream, but jumped up silently and swung his fist vigorously, looking quite out of shape in front of two mages whose status was far more noble than him.

However, one of Lin An didn't care about his gaffe, and the other completely ignored him without moving, so no one came out to reprimand him for his faux pas.

"Your Excellency, you must be tired! The convoy is about to set up camp, and I'm going to get you some food! ”

Latin quickly remembered the rules, and immediately put away his exaggerated actions after the gaffe, and secretly glanced at Sidney in front of him, realizing that he had been stealing words, and suddenly bowed to Lin An with some trepidation.

"Go ahead!"

Lin An nodded and looked at Sidney, "Sidney, don't keep your face like this, Latin has been my attendant for so long, and I will still be scared by you!" ”

What she didn't say was such an arrogant and withdrawn look, even if the people in the convoy wanted to socialize, they would be scared away by you!

(To be continued) (You are welcome to subscribe, reward, your support is my biggest motivation.) )

Chapter 392: The Wounded in the Same Car

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