"Doctor Cheng, Doctor Cheng, the third brother has a fever again!"

He Qi's eyes were closed, his consciousness was confused, and a familiar and anxious voice faintly sounded in his ears.

This is He Dalang's voice.

During this period of time, he was recuperating from his injuries in the camp, and He Dalang stayed by his side every step of the way. He had seven injuries all over his body, both on his arms and legs, the most serious of which was in his back.

He was covered with injuries that day, and his back was stained red with bright red, and it was not until Ping Guogong and He Dalang arrived that he passed out with confidence.

When I woke up again, it was already two days later. Wounds all over the body are cleaned and sutured, and dressed. He couldn't lie down, he had to lie on his stomach to recuperate.

His injuries were not too serious, but he kept killing the enemy with his wounds, lost too much blood, and after returning to the barracks, the high fever continued to repeat, which was very dangerous.

Is this the twelfth day, or the thirteenth?

His fever had subsided during the day, and now he was hot again.

"Don't panic, I'll take a look." After He Dalang's anxious voice, another calm and calm man's voice came into his ears.

This is his future father-in-law, Cheng Wang.

During this period of time, the hardest person is none other than Cheng Wang.

In this battle, both He Zhen and He Qi's uncle and nephew were injured. Especially He Li, the arrow pierced his chest and hurt his heart and lungs. When the arrow was taken, the blood gushed like a spring, and He Li's face was like a blank paper, and there was only one breath left.

Cheng Wang stayed up by He Li's side for several days and nights without sleep before snatching He Li's life back from the hands of the King of Hades. Because He Qi's injuries were also quite dangerous, the uncle and nephew recuperated in the adjacent tent.

A hand reached over his hot forehead and then landed on his wrist.

I don't know how long it took, the hot soup was brought to the side of the bed: "Third brother, drink the medicine." ”

It was He Dalang's voice again. He Dalang fed him medicine every day, from the clumsiness, to now he is proficient, and the decoction is blown until it is warm before it is delivered to his mouth.

He opened his mouth in a drowsy and drank the bitter decoction.

After drinking a bowl of soup and medicine, He Dalang didn't forget to wipe the corners of his mouth for him. Then, carefully wipe his body with a hot and humid towel. Avoiding all wounds when wiping is not a beautiful thing.

The battle was so tragic that many of his own soldiers were killed, and most of the rest were wounded. He Dalang took care of him personally.

After tossing and turning, He Qi felt a lot more comfortable and fell asleep.

Then, he had a dream.

In the dream, he returned to the moment before he died in his previous life. He was wounded all over his body, and led the remnants of his army to resist the enemy's attack. Yuan Silan rode a horse, her handsome face full of murderous intent and sneer.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Yuan Silan gave an order, and all the arrows were fired together. One, two, three, four, countless arrows fell on him. In the severe pain, he collapsed, full of unwillingness.

He frowned in his dreams and muttered vaguely.

The scene in the dream suddenly changed, and it was the battlefield more than ten days ago.

The Tatar soldiers came like a tide, his expression was cold, he slashed with a knife, the sword was stained red with blood, and his eyes were also blood-red.

"He Qi, you'd better let me go immediately, and then gather the remnants of the defeated army, maybe you can still fight your way out. Otherwise, your uncles and nephews will all die here today. ”

Yuan Silan looked sarcastic and mocking.

He smiled coldly: "Whether I will die here or not, I don't know yet." However, you will not survive today. Then, he swung his knife sharply and cut off Yuan Silan's head with a single sword.

The moment the head hit the ground, the horror in Yuan Silan's eyes continued.

His heart was unspeakably unbridled.

Yuan Silan! No matter what, I will never let you live out of the Great Chu!

Do you think I'm going to take care of my future and reputation? No, none of that matters. The important thing is to be sure to kill you!

……

He Qi woke up again, and it was already dawn outside the tent.

He fell asleep all night.

He Dalang stayed until midnight, and he was really tired, so he fell asleep on the edge of his bed. This posture was really uncomfortable, and He Dalang frowned in his sleep.

He Dalang had a short beard on his chin, and his eyes were full of green shadows. Looks sloppy and embarrassed. It's all for his sake.

He Qi felt a burst of heat in his heart, and he didn't open his mouth to call out to his eldest brother, and moved his body slightly.

This movement inevitably involved the wounds on the body, and there was a sharp pain suddenly. He Qi frowned in pain, but he didn't say a word.

He Dalang seemed to have a heart in his heart, a spirit woke up, wiped his face, and his hoarse voice was full of joy: "Third brother, you finally woke up." How does it feel now? Does it hurt to have a headache? ”

He Qi's voice was weak: "It doesn't hurt anymore." ”

He Dalang was still not at ease, he touched He Qi's forehead, and only then breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that the fever had subsided: "These days, you always have a fever, and it won't take long for you to have a fever again." It really freaked me out. ”

"It's hard work, big brother." He Qi's eyes showed sincere gratitude.

Once a person is injured, he is inevitably more fragile and more easily moved than usual. During this period of time, He Dalang's hard work moved He Qi's heart. The distance between the two brothers also quickly narrowed.

He Dalang immediately smiled and said, "Between brothers, it's too uncommon to say these words. As long as you can get better, I'm happy to work harder. ”

He Qi's eyes also showed a smile.

He Dalang knew that he was weak and unable to speak, so he didn't wait for him to open his mouth to ask, so he took the initiative to say: "You don't have to worry about the second uncle, Doctor Cheng is really like a god, the second uncle has only one breath left that day, and Doctor Cheng saved the second uncle's life." During this time, there has been an improvement. It seems that this life can be saved. ”

He Qi hummed and asked in a low voice, "How is the battle situation now?" ”

That night, the Duke of Pingguo led his troops in pursuit, and it took two days to finally catch up with the cavalry of the Tatar Khan. The two sides fought to the death. In the end, the border army won the battle.

Pingxihou and other two other border armies also pursued the Tatar cavalry as bait. There is a huge disparity in strength, and there is no suspense about victory.

In just a few days, the victory was decided.

"Father wants to take this opportunity to completely defeat the Tatars in one fell swoop." He Dalang said in a deep voice: "We have won this battle!" Now it is only a matter of seeing how long the Tatar Khan can survive, and how many days it can last. ”

"The war reports of this period of time have been sent to the capital one after another. Count the time, and it's time to go to the Imperial Palace. ”

Speaking of this, He Dalang glanced at He Qi, wanted to say something, and held back again.

On that day, if He Qi hadn't killed Yuan Silan in time, he would have sacrificed the flag with Yuan Silan's head to boost the morale of the border army. Reinforcements simply won't arrive.

Forget it, kill it anyway. The emperor will never ask for his life because of this.

He Qi seemed to guess what He Dalang was thinking, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said softly: "Big brother, don't worry, the emperor will not punish too much." At most, I'll be dismissed as the head of the Imperial Guard. ”