When a flock of sheep goes to besiege a tiger, they are bitten to death by the tiger. The Tatars are not much more fierce than sheep, and when they go to besiege a herd of tigers, the results are obvious. At the cost of six dead, ten seriously wounded, and more than twenty lightly wounded, they slaughtered the Tatar rabble; You can only kill and retreat, you can't wipe them all out, there are too many people on the other side.

Fu Zhixing appeared in Yan Hagi with the smell of blood, "Xiaoxiao." ”

"No blame!" Yan Hagi let go of Yan's attack, pounced on him, and hugged him desperately.

"It's okay, it's okay." Fu Zhixing's hand was on her back, and it went down again and again.

"Why is there such a big smell of blood? Are you hurt? Where is the injury? Yan Hagi smelled the pungent smell of blood, but he was still reluctant to let go.

"I was not injured, the blood on my body was the enemy's." Fu Zhixing was afraid that she would worry, so he lied, and he was slashed in the back, "Xiaoxiao, the Tatars are very likely to make a comeback, and if we are coming, we have to hurry and rush to Ximan Mountain as soon as possible." ”

"Okay." Yan Hagi immediately agreed.

It's not a big deal to travel day and night compared to death.

When the carriage passed through the mountain road, Yan Hagi lifted the curtain and looked out, there was blood on the dirt on the side of the road, but there was no corpse in sight, Han Fei and they should have taken care of it.

In the evening, they arrived at the town in front of them, stayed for an hour, asked the doctor to treat the wounded, and went to the coffin shop to buy six coffins, in Fu Zhixing's words: "If I bring them out, I will bring them back, even if they have died in battle, let them return to their homeland." ”

It's just that he is hurrying with six coffins, which is not fast, in case those Tatars catch up and ambush again, they will be in trouble. Han Gao took the initiative to ask, "Shizi, let my subordinates take four people to escort the coffins of the brothers back to Beijing." ”

Fu Zhixing thought about it, "You disguise yourself as businessmen, go out day and night, try not to attract the attention of others, and everything is based on safety." ”

"Yes, Shizi." Han Gao replied.

Fu Zhixing ordered four people with good skills and shrewdness to escort the coffin back to Beijing with Han Gao, and in order to help them cover up their bodies, they also deliberately left two female soldiers and two carriages for them. The ten seriously wounded soldiers were not suitable to hurry, and they also returned to Beijing with Han Gao and them.

After arranging these things, Fu Zhixing and his party continued on the road, but the horse-drawn carriage galloped, which was more bumpy than riding on a horse. Yan Hagi sat in the carriage and his internal organs were almost displaced, and Yan Shan and Yan Xian were also staggered in the carriage, and were thrown off the mat from time to time, "Auntie." ”

"Be careful." Yan Hagi took Yan Xian into his arms.

"Ahh Yan Shan's head hit the wall of the car.

"Shan'er, are you alright?" Yan Hagi asked.

Yan Shan rolled to Yan Hao's side, "Auntie, I'm fine." ”

At noon, the three aunts and nephews climbed out of the carriage with pale faces, and Fu Zhixing helped Yan Hao down, "Xiaoxiao, where are you uncomfortable?" ”

"No blame, I think I'd better ride a horse." Yan Hagi was worried that if it continued like this, she was afraid that she would have to ask a doctor to come and give her bones.

"It's going to be very sunny outside." Fu Zhixing reminded her.

"I'll wear a hood." Yan Hagi leaned on Fu Zhixing's arms, wilting and authentic.

"How dare you ride a horse?" Fu Zhixing raised his eyebrows and asked.

Yan Hagi's riding skills, over the years, have not made much progress, Yan Hagi shook his head timidly, "But I still want to ride a horse, sitting in the carriage is too bumpy, my elbow hit the wall of the car and hit the blue." ”

Hearing this, Fu Zhixing suddenly felt distressed, "I'll give you medicine in a while, it seems that you can't be in such a hurry, or follow the ......"

"Just hurry up like this, just wait until you get to Ximan Mountain." Yan Hagi hurriedly interrupted him.

"But your body." Fu Zhixing frowned worriedly.

"I'm not a papier-mâché, don't worry, I'll be fine, I'll be with you until I grow old." Yan Hagi patted his chest, "It's you, is there a problem with being in such a hurry?" ”

Fu Zhixing smiled, "I can have a problem." ”

Yan Hagi curled the corner of his lips, "Is the injury on your back really okay?" ”

Fu Zhixing was stunned, "I ......" How did Xiaoxiao know that he was injured?

"Do you think that if you use more cold plum incense, I won't be able to smell the smell of the golden medicine on your body?" Yan Hagi said with a straight face.

"It's just a skin wound." Fu Zhixing sneered.

Yan Hagi snorted coldly, "If it's just a skin injury, why do you hide it from me?" When you give me medicine, I'll see your wounds too. ”

Fu Zhixing didn't dare not agree, and after lunch, the couple hid in the carriage and drugged each other. Yan Hao's skin was better than snow, and his elbow was bruised, which startled Fu Zhixing, "Isn't it painful?" ”

"If you don't press it, it won't hurt." Not only did he hurt his elbow, but he also injured his knee.

"I didn't think it through and got you hurt." Fu Zhixing frowned, he should have put a few more brocade mats in the carriage.

"Don't take everything on you, I'm injured, and you don't want to, and I'll be fine in a few days. When it's you, take off your clothes and let me see the wound on your back. Yan Hagi reached out to untie Fu Zhixing's belt.

"Wrapped in gauze, you can't see the wound." Fu Zhixing did a dying struggle.

Yan Hagi glared at him, "Don't talk nonsense." ”

Fu Zhixing reluctantly took off his coat and middle coat, revealing his body wrapped in gauze. Yan Hagi carefully helped him untie the gauze, and looking at the wound on his back that was about twenty-five centimeters long, Yan Hagi gasped and said worriedly: "The injury is so serious, you still say that it is a skin injury." ”

"It's scary to watch, and it will be fine in a few days." Fu Zhixing turned around and saw that her eyes were red, and when he leaned up, a kiss fell from the corner of her eye, "Don't like to see wounds?" ”

"Who would love to see a wound!" Yan Hagi wiped his hands with a clean, wet cloth and began to give him medicine.

"Xiaoxiao, I won't turn my back to you, you can't see it." Fu Zhixing felt that her fingers were cold, and it seemed that she was still frightened by his wounds.

"Even if I can't see it, I know it exists. I don't care, when your wound is healed, go to the imperial doctor to prescribe scar ointment for you, I don't like any scars on your body. Yan Hagi gave him medicine and wrapped gauze around him.

Fu Zhixing liked her coquettish tricks the most, and smiled dotingly: "Okay, it's all up to you." ”

Because Fu Zhixing was not worried about Yan Hagi riding a horse alone, she was also like the three little guys, sitting in front of the female soldiers, and the female soldiers were leading the horses. Fu Zhixing wanted to enjoy riding together as a husband and wife, but Yan Hagi resolutely refused because he was injured.

After three days of riding peacefully, Fu Zhixing felt a little relieved, and in the evening of that day, they went into the town to stay, "Rest well tonight and continue to rush tomorrow." ”

In the past few nights, Yan Hao can still catch up on sleep in the carriage, but Fu Zhixing can only sleep for half an hour, both physically and mentally, he is very tired.