In fact, the biggest reason for Gentleness to choose pharmacy is because he is soft-hearted, watching the knife cut across the wound, Gentleness will always have a sense of empathy in his heart, but he is now Li Sisi's only hope, no one has a little girl who has not cried out of pain, even if he is uncomfortable, he will still persevere. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Time passed minute by minute, but the scene was as if the silence button had been pressed, except for Li Bowen's muttered whispers fluttering in the wind, there was hardly any other sound at the scene, people looked at the gentle and sturdy back with hopeful eyes and prayers, and the gentle body under this pressure was sweating profusely, the sweat of the bean was drawn down his cheeks, and the towel wrapped in his face was soaked unconsciously.

After nearly two hours of surgery, the black and purple carrion was finally cleaned up, but fortunately, the wound only lingered on the side of the upper arm, and did not extend to the key parts of the joint, which also made the whole operation much easier.

Cleaned up the last bit of carrion, gently put down the knife in his hand, dipped cotton in the salt water around him, carefully wiped the blood around the wound, after cleaning it, gently rinsed the wound with spirits, and finally made a dressing with a large piece of clean gauze, covered the wound, and held it tightly with a long strip of gauze.

"That's it!"

After doing all this, Wen Wen let out a sigh of relief, moved his stiff neck, and almost collapsed, he staggered to his feet, and looked at Li Sisi, who was pale on the wooden board in front of him, with relief.

"That's ...... All right? No...... Cut your arm? ”

"If I have to cut my arm, then why should I go to such a great length." An unsteady gentleness sat down on the stool again, he pulled down the towel on his face soaked with sweat, and said breathlessly, "Don't let her move, keep it neat, I'll help her change the gauze in two days." ”

After a short silence, a cheer suddenly sounded behind Wen Wen, for them, if the wound on the arm is infected, there is no other way than to cut off the whole arm, but even if the infected place is cut out, it will only bring a larger area of infection, they have no doctor, no medicine, do not know what to do, and in the end they can often only die in despair and pain.

But now, that seems to have changed!

Gentle but not as happy as the crowd behind him, although he cleaned up the wounds of infection, but in this outpost where there was little medical treatment, Li Sisi was still facing the risk of infection, and he had to find a way.

"Be quiet, stop making noise!"

Li Sisi, who looked at the wooden board in front of him that was unraveled, frowned slightly, and gently shouted to the crowd behind him, and with his words, the sound of the entire scene plummeted below thirty decibels.

Gently nodded with satisfaction, but suddenly found that Rayser was also mixed in the crowd in front of him, and after waving his hand at him to signal him to come over, he gently turned back to Li Bowen and said, "Remember what I said, let her rest well, don't move, keep tidy, and don't drink!" ”

"Uh-huh, I see."

After a short rest, the feeling of detachment on Wen Wen's body gradually disappeared, he carefully picked up the small paper bag wrapped in black powder on the side, turned his head to look at Lesser beside him and asked, "Okay, there should be no problem here for the time being, where do I live?" ”

"You...... Where to stay? ”

Resor looked at the gentleness in front of him with a confused expression, and said in wonder, "Isn't it the sentinel's dormitory?" ”

"If I live in, Moyuli will have to move, it's too troublesome, you can just find me a vacant single room, it's not too demanding."

Then, Wen Wen lived directly in a small building next to Uncle Bill's arsenal.

It's not that he is not gentle, but it is convenient for Uncle Bill to let him study how to improve the gunpowder, and if Uncle Bill is not downstairs to cheer the Keane workers in the workshop, everything will be even more perfect.

Spreading the paper bag containing black powder on the table, he gently and carefully observed the black powder in front of him, which was not the same as the gunpowder he knew, and looked rougher, duller to the touch, and less powerful in comparison.

The current difficulty is not only how to increase the power of gunpowder, but also the tools used to use gunpowder.

Uncle Bill's idea of putting gunpowder in a bow and arrows is actually very good, but for the humble "arsenal" downstairs, the amount of work required to make this kind of "burst arrow" is too great, and today's enemy attack directly used up all the bursting arrows that Uncle Bill had hoarded for half a month.

And this thing has the most obvious and fatal drawback, that is, if the target is not a hot target like the Fire Demon, their power is no different from ordinary arrows.

Uncle Bill has also practiced the method of installing a fuse on the blasting arrow, not to mention the increase in workload, the problem of the fuse alone cannot be solved.

If the fuse is short, most of the exploding arrows will explode as they fly towards the enemy; If the fuse is long, the faint sparks will be blown out by the wind when the arrows are flying at high speed.

As for Uncle Bill's homemade burning stick called "Shotgun", Gentle didn't even bother to think about it.

If the problem of tools is not solved, then no matter how much you increase the power of gunpowder, it will be a bamboo basket to draw water, after all, you can't make explosives bags one by one, so that the soldiers at the outpost can rush into the enemy pile.

It would be perfect if you could make a sturdy bag of explosives and use Uncle Bill's flaming stick to crash into the demon pile, so that it can hit something like a cannonball and blow it up.

Wait a minute...... Cannonball?

Explosives packs?

Burning sticks?

Thinking of this, Wen Wen suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at the huge brightly lit blacksmith shop downstairs outside the window, an extremely bold idea gradually gathered in his mind, he was sure that if this idea could be put into practice, then it would definitely greatly relieve the pressure brought to them by the demon army!

Uncle Bill had said before that they were all-powerful Keanes who could do anything, so presumably the kind of thing that appeared in Gentle's mind now must not be difficult for them.

After all, they have steam hammers, hydraulic presses, forging lines, and most importantly, they have technology and craftsmanship!

Wen lowered his head and stared at the Kean workers who were busy coming in and out of the door of the blacksmith shop, his eyes glowing green, as if he was looking at not Keon people, but gold ingots who could walk.

What is most important in the new century?

Of course, talent is the most important thing!