Du Ziteng squatted down, pulled out the sapper shovel from his back as an axe, slashed the man's left elbow a few times, and cut off the forearm with the tattoo "Dry City of the Country".

Then he stood up, looked at the three captives who said that they were the third generation of single transmission, and said, "Cut off your hands and go." Or nonsense, I'll take the life you owe to Mr. and cut off your hand. ”

Before the man could speak, or to pick up the tactical straight knife in the hand of the dead corpse on the ground, a black shadow rushed up, and suddenly threw the guy who said that he had been a single person for three generations to the ground, holding a pair of chopsticks that had just eaten porridge in his hand, and stabbed the man madly in the eye, and stabbed seven or eight times, how could that person still be alive?

"I Xiao Yi can't see such goods!" The man threw down his chopsticks, stood up and said coldly, "If you say something, you should fart, Du Tou'er, you teach him to go, Lao Tzu doesn't teach him to go!" None of the brothers standing were bad goods, and if it weren't for the fact that Tumubao was surrounded by such fucky crumbs, why would I have been captured? He shook off his tattered clothes and yelled at the doctor who had given him half of the medicine just now, "Old man, don't look at the jokes, there are twenty-eight men here, all of them are bleeding and are captured in a coma!" The wounds of Lao Tzu are all ahead! "He had several scars on his chest, some of which were scabbed and some of which were suppurated. There were no such wounds on the back, some were whiplashes from the Tartars after being captured.

The other twenty-seven people also tore off their clothes, and indeed they were all wounded together, with knife wounds and arrow wounds, all in front of them.

Xiao Yi said to Du Ziteng: "Du Tou'er, these brothers have all suffered together, and they know the roots, if there is one like the two miscellaneous pieces of Fang Cai, I will cut off your head for you!" Whatever you command, just say. Just one thing for you. Get a handsome blade for the brothers, get leather armor, we owe Lord Ding a life, and now we have eaten, and my body is warm, so I can go back to meet Lord Ding. ”

"Under the sir, there is an iron law: obeying orders is the vocation." Du Ziteng beckoned the frightened doctors to step back, and said to Xiao Yi and them, "The order given to you now is to sit down." Heal, put on the clothes that have been prepared for you, and do not catch a cold. This is not the order of someone I do, or the words that my husband specially instructed me when he broke off for us. Can you do it? ”

The twenty-eight men were stunned when they heard this. After a long time to come back to his senses, Xiao Yi took a deep breath. Tilt your head vigorously. So as not to make tears flow: "Yui! ”

"Yui!" Twenty-seven people responded in unison.

Du Ziteng motioned to those doctors to bandage the other seven hundred captured soldiers, and the natural stay who came from the Ding family's mansion with his concubine came forward and complained: "Those doctors can prescribe a few herbal tea prescriptions, what do they know about knife wounds and arrow wounds?" "Since Ding Yi taught her to deal with trauma, she has cured many people by staying natural. The injuries of these people, including Du Ziteng, were also healed under the care of her and the eight concubines, so gradually, the corners of their eyes also rose.

"Mother. There are about 700 people over there, where can your old man be busy? Brother here, Mr. is interested in being included in the door, so the student asks you to help. Du Ziteng asked for peace to the natural stay, and introduced to the twenty-eight men, "This is my little master, and the people in the rivers and lakes call the murderous saint Xiao Nuxia." This nickname was given to her by Ding Yi, and she naturally likes it.

Those men hurriedly saluted, and when they heard the "little master", they naturally stayed as if they couldn't hear it; Hearing the names "Shi Niang" and "Mrs.", she smiled, and whoever called her "Xiao Woman" got the benefit of priority treatment: "Heal your injuries, and you will kill a Tartar for me." Naturally, Xiao Yi cleared the wound, but put on a heroic posture and said, "Otherwise, this woman will take your life!" ”

Xiao Yi said in a deep voice: "Xiao Nuxia rest assured, he will bring up the head of the Tartar one day and come to repay the medical gold!" ”

Natural stay only thinks that this is her life, stitching up the needle is really fast and good, pity those captured Ming soldiers who have no anesthetic, a few who need to be treated by natural stay, are trembling in pain, draining pus or cutting off carrion, cleaning with spirits, stitching up wounds, and pouring them to drink penicillin solution, natural stay left Xiangxia a wounded, the concubine behind him went to put Jin Chuangyao on Xiao Yi, wrapped sterilized bandages, etc., tried his hands on Du Ziteng's disciples, but he became more and more skilled.

These people's physique is extremely haode, otherwise they would not have survived until now, except for Xiao Yi and a few who were seriously injured, the other twenty people only need to be disinfected, dressed, and bandaged, but they are quickly busy. Another servant gave them the robes and uniforms of the Homeland Security Yamen, taught them to wear them, and each of them was given a whistle stick, and Du Ziteng instructed them: "Can you still hold on?" Okay, wait for those 700 people, they will eat porridge in several batches, there may be people cutting in line, some people coaxing, and some people wanting to eat more. The gentleman instructed them to line up and come one by one. It is up to you to do it. ”

Xiao Yi nodded in response, and beckoned the more than twenty brothers to stand up with a whistle stick, hoping that someone would coax them to cut in line, so that they could exert their strength and repay Lord Ding's life and Xiao Nuxia's healing grace. But those Ming soldiers are not fools, these twenty-eight people were originally similar to prison tyrants in the prisoner shed, not to mention that at this time, they changed into the same robe as Du Ziteng and held a stick, who went to make trouble when their brains were maggots?

Shi Heng stood on the city wall and watched, shook his head and said, "Ding Rongcheng, a brilliant person!" This disciple has only been taught by him for half a year, and he is already like a general with a heritage...... Pitiful, pathetic, hateful! Shi Heng also knew that he was relying on Yu Qian now, otherwise he would be the general of the defeated army, so he didn't dare to say anything at the moment, but only said to the pro-soldier, "Look, if they have any needs, they can do it." Also, send someone to Li Yuande's mansion, ask Mrs. Li to come over, and persuade the second grandmother of the Ding family to go back to Goldfish Alley, Ding Rongcheng is naturally not afraid when he is there, now that he is gone, don't let some villains make gossip behind him and ruin his reputation......"

Those pro-soldiers naturally responded immediately, and they rushed at the three words Ding Rongcheng, for his heroism and loyalty as a five-grade high-ranking official, leading his disciples to rescue prisoners of war and breaking off the queen alone, all of them heard and witnessed him go out of the city, and they had the urge to die for him, not to mention the orders of their own uncle?

Time passed little by little, and looking at the stars in the sky, it felt like the sky would light up in just over an hour.

At this time, the fire in the camp of the Warat strikers behind him had begun to grow smaller, and the noise had begun to become smaller, and perhaps he would not have to wait until dawn for him to be able to get the support of the cavalry squad: "Akpongrakshasas! Come out, I know you're not trapped in the trap, like a man, stand out. ”

The black hole in the snow in front of it was still silent.

It has been at least half a stick of incense, which has shaken Shuangyuri's originally firm heart.

He also remembered that the legend said that the Rakshasa would bite a burning fire on his mouth, and he heard the lama say that it was the karmic fire of the Infernal Hell, which could curse the living and cause thunder, all by relying on that karmic fire. But he tracked down this hero of the Ming people, but there was no karmic fire at the corner of his mouth!

When I thought of this, my heart sank.

You must know that the escape of the wolf is not the same as the escape of the tiger, if the person in front of him is not a Rakshasa, he is worried about whether his tracking method can work? But after thinking about it, he finally held the bow in his hand, whether it was a Rakshasa or not, he finally couldn't escape the arrow in his hand, there was never a target who could escape from the arrow in his hand, and tonight, he would not break the ring.

The wind gradually rose again, and the snowflakes that had stopped for a while slowly fluttered again, as if there was endless blood in the sky that was about to seep into the earth. Suddenly a snowflake rose in the pit, and he held the bow steadily, and he didn't even pull up the arrow in front of him, such a trick was too rudimentary for a sharpshooter like him.

Behind him, the sound of horses' hooves faintly came from the wind, and the appearance of a dozen horsemen, needless to say, the commotion in the forward camp should have been brought under control, and the rangers began to be dispatched, according to the sound of the bull's horn that he had just blown. Shuanghu knows that the outcome of victory and defeat is already doomed, and there will be no variables.

He is not wary of sharing with others the honor of killing Abang Rakshasa and fighting for merit, which often leads to his own death, and he has seen too many such examples. So he stared at the hole very patiently, and thirty paces away, whatever it was, as soon as he came up, he would deliver a fatal blow, and even if the Rakshasa threw out his clothes, he would not worry about it, because the interval between his two arrows was short enough to hit the clothes and then hit the target that jumped out later.

If it weren't for such a fast arrow, how could it trap Ding Yi?

A puff of snowflakes rose at the mouth of the cave, and it didn't disturb the sun at all.

He knew very well that the Akrakshasa weishenme did this, because with the wind, when he heard the sound of horses' hooves, the target who didn't know if it was the Akrakshasa must have heard it. Unwilling to settle for the target, he had to find a way to turn the tide of the battle, but he would not fight for success, nor would he be provoked to draw a short distance - it is said that within ten steps of the Akrakshasa would be fatal.

He waited another half or so of incense, and this time the sound of the horses' hooves became clearer, but it was in the northwest, and it was about the snow that had obscured the footprints, so that they could not come and meet him at once. Shuanghu picked up the horn and blew it, just because of the direction of the wind, in such a snowy night, it may not be possible for colleagues to listen to this signal.

But he didn't care about it, it was always dawning.

Gradually, however, he felt that something was not right, but for a moment he couldn't tell that something was wrong.

Fortunately, after less than half a burn of incense, the cavalry of Warat found him. (To be continued......)

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