"Why don't the supplies and personnel in this big battalion move to the county seat?" Shang Cheng asked, touching the wound on his face.

Dr. Bruiser was taking out a bunch of various medicinal herbs from his coat and weighing them into a pottery bowl, when he asked, he didn't raise his head and said, "Supplies?" …… You mean the baggage in the camp, right? Why not move towards the county seat? He threw a piece of hard muddy black object on his thumb to the pottery bowl with a "dang" sound, pressed it down vigorously with a small mallet, and sneered, "It's not a good thing that General Li did!" As soon as General Li arrived, he said that the transfer made the adults timid, and said that the transfer of baggage was to put the cart before the horse, and that the people of Tuqi were feint in the south, and that the Duanzhou capital was the real fight, so the soldiers of Yi County had to be pulled out, and they wanted to fight Beizheng from Zhaoji to the north, and cut off the return route of the Tuqi people......

Hearing what the doctor said, the word "Wei Wei saves Zhao" popped up in Shang Cheng's mind. General Li's idea is good, sending troops from Yixian to fight Beizheng, whether it can be beaten or not is one thing, at least as soon as the soldiers are pulled out, the army of the Turbidians going west will have to be afraid, they will definitely not be able to bear such a big hidden danger behind them, and they will definitely divide their troops to help, so that the Duanzhou side can also reduce the pressure and can deal with the Turquoise people more calmly; After a short vacation, when reinforcements from all walks of life arrive, it is not a question of whether the Turks can defeat the lower Duanzhou capital, but whether they can return to the grassland with all their tails.

The military doctor had finished his work, washed his hands outside the barracks, came back to pack his clothes, pouted and said: "General Li's idea is good, but he doesn't look at how many soldiers there are in Yixian County. The soldiers who guarded this large battalion in the county town were less than 800 together, and with the township bravery, there were only 13,400 people, and most of them were infantry...... Cut the flesh and mend the sores to gather 500 people, General Li also divided half of the 400 cavalry he brought, and the team was ambushed by the Tu Tu people after Zhao Ji, 700 people, only 70 ran back less than ......" He shook his head and sighed, and was silent for a long time before he said, "General Sun Gu, who guarded this big camp, also failed to come back. That's a good man, I heard that he died, and there are few soldiers left in this battalion who don't cry......"

The little officer who taught Zhao Shi not to drink raw water at noon sat on the edge of the kang next to him at this time, wiped his waist knife with a cloth, and said without raising his head: "General Sima Li of the Right Army, what kind of character is that, you dare to talk about him behind his back like this?" ”

This sentence immediately frightened the two doctors, and a few obedient soldiers next to them also lowered their heads and tilted their faces and pretended to be busy. The military doctor was so panicked that he had no place to put his hands and feet, his face turned blue, white and red, his throat throbbed several times, he suddenly stood up and took his coat, and said to the merchant dealer, "Don't get wetted in the last few days", and hurriedly walked out, and in a blink of an eye he heard a plop outside the barracks, and several laughs were heard. The people in the room looked at each other, knowing that this was the military doctor who couldn't see the road under his feet in a hurry, and didn't know what he had stumbled on.

The bone-setting doctor was not as frightened as the military doctor, but he did not dare to speak any more, so he took out a gourd painted red with a blank face, lifted the lid, carefully poured a few drops of the viscous liquid into the pottery bowl, added a small half of water to the bowl, and stirred it in circles with a small mallet. With the monotonous sound of the hammer rubbing against the pottery bowl, a pungent and spicy smell suddenly filled the pottery bowl, and several soldiers who were close to each other frowned and frowned, sneezing one after another.

The little officer snorted in his nose and continued: "General Li didn't let you move the baggage back, it was already his old man who was kind and didn't send you all to fight Beizheng, then everyone should burn incense and thank the gods!" ”

Only then did the people in the room realize that the little officer had said the opposite. But just now everyone was frightened enough by his words, and now everyone's faces are not natural, so no one came to talk to him.

Shang Cheng heard that there seemed to be something in the words of the little officer, his lips squirmed, and he thought about it and closed his mouth.

The bone-setting doctor had already adjusted the ointment, pulled Shang Cheng's face to make him look up, picked out the medicine with a piece of wood that was polished and smooth, and carefully applied it around the wound on his cheek.

The moment the ointment was applied to the wound, it was like a blunt knife suddenly chopping on Shang Cheng's face, and the pain pierced into his brain from his face. In an instant, the facial features on his face shifted their positions, his whole body twitched like chaff, his mouth roared "ho-ho", his hands clenched into fists and released violently, and as soon as he stood up from the bench, he raised his arms and grabbed them one by one in his face

"Hold him down!"

Before the bone-setting doctor's words fell, Zhao Shishi, who had been sitting on the kang and listening to them, jumped over, and grabbed Shang Cheng's arm with the small officer, one left and one right, and then fell out left and right, and the little officer rolled twice on the kang, and Zhao Shishi was planted on the edge of the kang hole.

The bone-setting doctor was also taken aback by Shang Cheng's strength, and took two steps back in panic, seeing him standing on the ground and reaching out to wipe the ointment on his face, he threw the pottery bowl in his hand towards the side of the kang, and shouted in his mouth, "Hold him down!" The person had already pounced on Shang Cheng's hand. Only then did more than ten soldiers in the room react, and they came over with their arms and pressed their legs, holding their heads and necks, and holding their chests against their hips, but who would have thought that seven or eight people would exert all their strength, not only failed to subdue Shang Cheng, but were knocked down by him one after another and knocked down two or three. Fortunately, although Shang Cheng was tormented by the sharp pain on his face and heart, he still retained some clarity in his mind, and tried his best to restrain himself between swinging his fists and raising his feet, and there was no big problem for a few people who were thrown out.

The shouting and scolding in the room and the ping-pong sound of tables and stools overturning had already alarmed the people chatting outside the door, and a large group of people poured in, listening to the bruising doctor with his forehead rubbing the skin and crawling on the ground and shouting "hold him", two officers took the lead, and six or seven people came up together, and only then did they turn Shang Cheng to the ground, pressing his hands and feet and holding his head to prevent him from moving. The doctor raised the oil lamp, squatted beside Shang Cheng to regather the ointment on his face, and then applied all the remaining medicine in the pottery bowl to him, and then gasped and sighed: "This strength ...... Is this a cow or a person? Even the cow doesn't have that much strength. He also instructed a few people who were following Shang Cheng, "Don't teach him to use the medicine on his face for three hours!" Otherwise, you'll have to start all over again. ”

Several people were embarrassed. A veteran was smart, went out of the barracks to find a thick rope, and asked someone to carry two big logs, so he tied Shang Cheng's arms, legs and feet together with two logs, and even tied his forehead three times with ropes tightly restrained.

A soldier was hoarse when he heard Shang Cheng screaming one after another, and found a piece of cloth to block his mouth, Zhao Shishi came over and kicked the guy to the side, glared at the beads and said, "You dare to try again?" The soldiers around him also glared angrily at the bastard. The man was still awake, and knew that he had almost done something wrong, and now he was angry again, and he laughed dryly and hid outside the barracks.

The bone-setting doctor picked up the scattered medicinal utensils, washed his hands and sat on the side of the kang to drink water, and waited for Shang Cheng to shout so much that he had no strength before he paced in front of him with an oil lamp, raised his face and looked Shang Cheng up and down, and said: "I have never treated people, and the patient's family is all congratulatory and obedient, but I didn't expect to be punched and kicked by you today...... Good skills. ”

Shang Cheng was tied to a stake, his head drooping, his face covered with oil and sweat from his neck, and his chest rose and fell like a bellows. Now half of his face was still as painful as if he had been immersed in a pot of boiling oil and frying, but he no longer had the strength to struggle, nor did he have the strength to scream, only occasionally there would be a gurgling sound in his throat, and his body would convulse violently a few times. Some of the wounds that had just been bandaged burst out again, and some of the new clean clothes and pants were oozing some blood spots, but people didn't notice it for a while because the lights in the corner were dim. By this time he had regained some of his senses, and when he heard the doctor speak, he lifted his eyelids listlessly, and his bloodshot eyes flickered across the doctor's face, and then drooped again.

The doctor saw that Shang Cheng didn't react, so he changed the oil lamp to his left hand, dragged Shang Cheng's hair to make him raise his face, got closer and looked at it carefully, nodded with satisfaction and shook his head: "This is the elixir to remove carrion and grow new muscles, the medicinal properties are a little overbearing, but the effect is also surprisingly good." Fortunately, you met me, otherwise, in two days, the poison on your face would not have been able to save your life. ”

Seeing that the doctor packed up his things and was about to leave, Zhao Shishi hurriedly went over and asked, "That's it?" ”

"Of course not. The ointment can be washed off after six hours, and it is best not to wash it one by one. You remember, every twelve hours, ask me to change the medicine, change it three times in a row, and the residual poison of the wound carrion can be pulled out......" He put the blanket on his shoulder and told Zhao Shishi, "You should also avoid water and meat, and it is best to rest and recuperate for a few ...... in peace" These are the words that he usually told the patient's relatives, at this time he said it casually, and only halfway through the words did he remember that these people were all guards officers and soldiers who had come to fight, and the Tuqi people were only a few hundred steps away from this barracks. He stared at Shang Cheng for a few moments, shook his head, sighed, and went out without saying anything.

"Avoid water and meat?" Zhao Shishi read the doctor's advice several times. He knows what it's like to avoid meat and fish, isn't it that he can't eat meat, and what does he say about avoiding water? Could it be that you can't drink this potion even after applying it?

"! If you don't have a long mind, don't you think about it yourself? If a man does not drink water, he must not die of thirst? "After listening to Zhao Shishi's question, the little officer's face splitting is a scolding." Go and ask the sentry at the door to ask for a few spoonfuls of sugar in the stove, mix some sugar water for him to drink, and then feed him something. Don't want sugar one by one, find a stove room and ask for a bowl of honey, that thing is better! ”

"There will be honey in the stove?" Zhao Shishi licked his lips and swallowed his saliva, and asked suspiciously.

"There is General Li living in this big camp, can there be any honey?" The little officer smiled coldly. "Don't, go!"

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