More than a dozen cavalry Han troops and the Liao cavalry exchanged hands, Jian Cheng relied on the horse's extraordinary kung fu, and even picked several Liao soldiers to dismount. The general of the Liao army saw that he was very powerful with a horse lance, and immediately let out a chirp, and with a few sharp whistles, the cavalry of the Liao army went forward to kill one after another. Jian Cheng saw that the situation was not good, so he didn't dare to hold it up, so he turned his horse and left, rushing left and right to the sparsely populated place. Suddenly, the back was "snapped" and "snapped" a few times, and there were bursts of sharp pain.

Jian Cheng's secret path is not good, because of the armor barrier, the arrows of the Liao army are not deep into the flesh, but I don't know if there is poison. He had no time to check the injury, so he could only gallop his horse. At this time, there were more and more Liao soldiers on the battlefield, and the Jin soldiers fought hard for a long time, and they also began to retreat to Liaoyang. If it is delayed for a while, when the Liao army completely controls the battlefield, the lone Han army is afraid that it will be difficult to fly.

He didn't even have the kung fu to break the arrow shaft, Jian Cheng only cared about urging the horse to avoid the encirclement and interception of the Liao army, he rode the Hexi Jian Horse with extremely fast foot strength, seeing that it was getting farther and farther away from the battlefield, the Liao army behind him was no longer chasing, and Jian Cheng slowly slowed down. The war horse was already sweating profusely, with white air spewing from his mouth and nose, Jian Cheng rubbed the mane of the mount lovingly, and only then did he feel a burning pain on his back, as if it was about to crack. He tried it a few times with his backhand, and there were actually eight arrow shafts inserted in the back armor, and the five arrows did not feel when they moved, presumably they did not enter the flesh, but they were just stuck in the gaps in the armor, and Jian Cheng immediately broke the arrow shafts. As soon as the three branches touched, the wound was painful. Because the injury is on the back, there is no way for a person to deal with it. Jian Cheng secretly screamed bad luck, carried three arrows on his back, and slowly rode his horse to Jicui Mountain.

On the other edge of the battlefield, Zhao Xingde also protected Han Ningshuang and broke out of the encirclement. Because of the interception and pursuit of the Liao soldiers along the way, the position of the two has been biased to the southwest, and there is still a large group of Liao cavalry between the Han army and the Jicui Mountain, where the Han army team broke through. The battle was nearing its end, and Wan Yan Xian also retreated to Liaoyang with the remnants of the Jin soldiers. Many Jurchen Meng'an did not receive the order to retreat, and still made a final resistance in the garrison. The privy envoy of the Northern Court, Yelu Tiege, sent people to attack these remnants of the scum, and at the same time sent a thousand cavalry to search around the battlefield for the scattered gold soldiers.

Zhao Xingde's horse, the Hexi war horse, rushed back and forth several times, and it was already a little crumbling. At this time, if you encounter a group of enemy cavalry again, I am afraid that both of them will be more than lucky. His eyes were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse and tired, his robe was gone, his iron shackles had fallen, and his face was covered in dust and blood.

"Captain Li's ship has been anchored in Chenzhou to respond, so there is no need to take the risk and turn back to Jicui Mountain."

"Okay." Han Ningshuang agreed. She pushed the iron mask away, and her face felt slightly cool. Sweat condensed a few locks of hair together, Han Ningshuang tied his hair into his forehead, and looked at Zhao Xingde, seeing that his eyes were red, his lips were chapped, and his face seemed to be drunk, he couldn't help but lose his voice: "Mr. Zhao, what's wrong with you?" ”

"What's wrong with me?" Zhao Xingdeqi said, he couldn't see himself. At this moment, the pain and burning sensation hit like a tide, and he felt a little whirlwind, and he put his hand on his forehead, "What's wrong with me?" The thought flashed through him, when suddenly his eyes went dark, and he fell crooked on his horse. A short arrow shaft was exposed behind his shoulder, and he protected Han Ningshuang and struggled to break through, he was hit by a few arrows, and he didn't feel the pain, so he broke it casually. At this moment, the encirclement was highlighted, and the heart was relieved in one breath, and the toxicity and pain came out together.

"Mr. Zhao!" Han Ningshuang exclaimed, reaching out to support him. Fortunately, the cavalry of the Xia Kingdom rushed into battle, and tied the men and horses together with leather belts in advance, so that even if they died in battle, they would not fall off their horses. Therefore, Zhao Xingde fainted, but he only fell softly on the horse and was not injured after falling off the horse. However, after such a long time, the place where the leather belt is tightly bound by the qi and blood is blocked, it may leave a physical disability.

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao." Han Ningshuang called a few times in a low voice, and reached out to touch his cheeks and forehead, which were very hot.

Although it is out of the battlefield, it is not far away, and it may encounter the Liaojin cavalry at any time. Han Ningshuang untied Zhao Xingde from the war horse and briefly checked the injuries, there were two arrow wounds, one of which was already swollen, obviously a poisoned arrow. There was a deep sadness in her eyes. Xingde was wearing a full suit of armor, and his body was very heavy, Han Ningshuang easily held him steady, and shouted in a low voice: "Ta Yan, lie down!" "Ta Yan is her horse, docile by nature, very reasonable, listened to the master's command, first bent his front legs to kneel on the ground, then knelt down on his hind legs, his body was on the ground, and his eyes were unblinking as his master helped this man approach.

Han Ningshuang helped Zhao Xingde onto the horse, let Ta Yan stand up first, tied the reins of the other mount behind the saddle, and hung the water bladder on the back of Zhao Xingde's mount.

Along the way, Han Ningshuang was worried. At noon, fortunately did not encounter the enemy, and a hill overgrown with low trees and grass appeared in front of him, Han Ningshuang found a col where he could hide his tracks, untied Zhao Xingde from the horse, and cleaned his wounds.

Unbuttoning Xingde's armor, Han Ningshuang felt a slight fever in her cheeks, she held her breath to check, one arrow sore was fine, and the other arrow sore was badly bruised and swollen, and there were symptoms of muscle stiffness. Stretched out his hand and pressed near the arrow wound, but Zhao Xingde was still unconscious and did not react at all. The war horse next to him snorted in a low voice, wondering why his master was so anxious.

The more this injury drags on, the more dangerous Zhao Xingde will be. Han Ningshuang had never done this thing of cutting flesh to heal wounds, but he had seen a lot of it in Hanzhai, so he first washed the wound around Zhao Xingde with water, and then took the risk of building a small pile of fire with a fire fold, took out the silver knife he carried and roasted it on the fire, and immediately extinguished the fire with sand, so as not to be discovered by the enemy in the distance. Before he could do it, he hesitated again. The two of them were each dressed in robes, both stained with dust and blood, and could not be used to bind their wounds. Han Ningshuang hesitated for a moment, glanced at Zhao Xingde, and saw that his eyes were closed, still unconscious. Her face turned slightly pale, she took a few deep breaths, unbuttoned her undergarment, untied the strips of linen that had been wrapped around her chest, and carefully placed them on top of the water bladder.

The wounds on the two arrow wounds had scabbed over and were no longer bleeding, but the skin near the poisoned arrows was swollen and high, which looked very scary. To treat the wounds of poisonous arrows, the only way to save your life is to rip off all the flesh infected with toxins and suck all the poisonous blood. However, if the person who sucks the poisonous blood has a small wound or sores on the tongue, the toxin will easily invade the brain, and it will be coma at least or fatal, but Han Ningshuang doesn't care about all this.

Han Ningshuang knelt down beside Xingde, first pressed the position where the blood veins of the poisonous arrow were going up with her hand, hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, found the swollen edge, and cut it with a deep knife, and immediately the blood flowed like an infusion, and she couldn't tell which was poisonous blood and which was blood. Zhao Xingde snorted slightly, and in the coma, his brows were furrowed due to pain, and a large amount of sweat appeared on his forehead. Han Ningshuang could only grit her teeth, tried her best to suppress the turbulence in her heart, opened her eyes wide, and cut off all the poisoned flesh around the wound one by one, and the painful look in her eyes seemed to be cut on her body.

took out the poisoned arrow, and the arrow fell to the ground with a "snap" of the arrow shaft, and her face showed a little relief, but she didn't dare to stop at all, leaned over and put her lips on Xingde's wound and sucked hard, and then spit out the poisonous blood to the side. After several times like this, she stopped, and I don't know if the poisonous blood from the wound was sucked clean, she didn't have the ability to scrape the bones to cure the poison, only by doing her best could she have the greatest chance of saving Xingde's life.

After sucking the poisonous blood, apply gold sore medicine to the wound, and then carefully wrap the wound with a fine linen belt. After cleaning the wound of the poisoned arrow, it was the normal arrow wound. The whole process of healing the wound lasted for more than half an hour, and fine beads of sweat appeared on Han Ningshuang's forehead, but her eyes kept staring at the wound without blinking, until she wrapped the wound again, and carefully helped Zhao Xingde to lie down on the grass, she was relieved. Zhao Xingde's face was extremely pale because of excessive blood loss, revealing a sense of gentleness, as if he was frowning because the wound was too painful.

It was getting late, and in order to prevent being discovered by the enemy and not being able to fire to expel the beast, Han Ningshuang put his bow and arrow and sword beside him to guard. Fortunately, there were very few dark clouds in this night, and the clear light of the bright moon made the grass and trees near and far clear to see clearly. While she was carefully vigilant against possible enemies and beasts, she gently wiped away the sweat for Zhao Xingde. Looking at his gradually stretched brows, the temperature of his forehead also subsided slightly, Han Ningshuang felt a little relieved and a little aggrieved, and the suppressed emotions were used in his heart like a tide. She squatted beside Zhao Xingde, trying to suppress the sound of sobbing.

There was nothing to do this night, Han Ningshuang didn't sleep all night, Zhao Xingde didn't wake up all night, the next day, although the high fever had subsided, people had been unconscious, Han Ningshuang could only ride with him, the two rushed towards the coast of Chenzhou, and at dusk, they finally found the place Zhao Xingde said. The sergeant of the 4th Battalion of Chengying heard that Captain Zhao was unconscious, and did not dare to slack off, so he immediately rowed out of the boat and sent the two to the place where the gunboat of the boat division was moored.

Looking at the big ship moored not far away, Han Ningshuang almost cried with joy, she held Zhao Xingde's hand tightly, and murmured in her heart: "Please you must survive, you must survive." "The prayer in my heart does not stop, and my heart seems to be overturned.

Not long after, a stretcher was put down on the side of the boat, Han Ningshuang's eyes were full of worry, and seeing Zhao Xingde lying on the stretcher and swaying up, her heart seemed to be suspended. Zhao Xingde disappeared behind the side of the boat, and then put down a net bag, Han Ningshuang sat on it, just ascended to the side of the ship, and was about to look for Lang Zhong to inquire about Zhao Xingde's injury, but as far as his eyes could see, the whole person was stunned. I saw that the stretcher was on the deck, a beautiful and gentle lady with a pair of children was looking at Xingde with tears in her eyes, Li Sihai was standing next to her, looking at her with a smile in her eyes, what he said, Han Ningshuang didn't hear anything.

"His wife, Li Ruoxue is still so beautiful....... Han Ningshuang's face was a little pale, she bit her lip tightly, desperately trying to control her tears from coming out of her eyes.