"What's wrong?" Timur asked with a trembling voice, he had never seen Suzhlehok so panicked.

"Azhislan, he was ...... He's dying......" The two-meter-tall man actually wiped tears from his eyes and cried.

Timur's eyes swirled for a while, and he almost fell to the ground: "He, where is he?" ”

"I put him in Daichin's tent." Su Zhle Hok wiped away his tears and looked at the Gurkha mercenaries lying on the ground with grief and indignation, his eyes red like an angry bull.

Timur stumbled out, and Ah Chong hurriedly got up and followed.

The old man ran from yurt to yurt like madness, and after running for a while, he got into a wide tent, which was already full of people. Seeing Timur come in, the crowd brushed out of the way. A thin body lay on the bed at the head of the tent, and an old man was crouching over the bed to investigate.

Seeing Timur, the old man muttered a few words and shook his head again, as if to say that there was no help.

Timur moved to the side of the bed with trembling hands and feet, and fell to the ground with a poof, and began to cry loudly.

Ah Chong hurriedly stepped forward, only to see that it was Ah Rislan lying on the bed, with his eyes closed, his face pale, his lips had lost their blood, and the blood under his body stained the snow-white sheets red.

Hearing Timur's howl, Arislan slowly opened his eyes, saw Timur and Ah Chong, a smile appeared on his face, and he said in a weak voice, "Grandpa, uncle, he, they chased me, I ran faster than them, he, they couldn't catch up with me......" When he said this, he was silent, his eyes slowly drooped, and his head tilted on the bed.

"Arislan!!" Timur picked up his grandson's thin body in pain, his face full of tears, and roared like a wounded wolf, and his voice was extremely poignant.

Ah Chong looked at the bullet holes and large blood stains on Ah Rislan's back, and said in a deep voice: "Senior, put him down!" Maybe saved! ”

Timur looked at Ah Chong with teary eyes, and Ah Chong gently snatched Arislan's thin body from his arms and laid him face down on the bed.

"Knives!" Ah Chong said without looking back. The people next to them looked at each other, and after a while, a young man in the crowd handed over a slender dagger. Ah Chong inserted the blade of the knife into the clothes behind Ah Rislan's back, pinched the collar with his hand and slashed hard, and the sharp blade cut the underwear and Mongolian robe in two pieces.

Ah Chong carefully removed the blood-soaked shirt, revealing Arislan's thin upper body. There was a small bullet hole above the socket of his vest, and black blood was faintly oozing from the wound.

Timur fell to the ground with a painful and desperate look in his eyes, and his mouth was open and trembling, and he could not cry.

Ah Chong stared solemnly at the bullet holes on Ah Cislan's body, the wound was very close to the heart. The bullet did not penetrate and must be removed immediately, otherwise it will become infected.

"Fire!" Ah Chong said in a deep voice.

But the people around him did not react.

"Gal Le!" Suzhlehok, who had just broken in, shouted in a low voice.

Hearing the roar of Suri Le Hok, the people by the fire immediately got out of the way, and Ah Chong put the dagger on the flame and grilled it for a while, and after eliminating the poison, he stabbed it at the wound on Ah Zhslan's back.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and someone exclaimed in a low voice, but was stopped by Su Rile and Ke Ling's fierce eyes.

Ah Chong cut a narrow knife edge on the flesh of Arislan's wound, gently touched the wound with the tip of a narrow dagger, and felt the position of the bullet according to the feedback on his hand. The people around let out a soft exclamation, they had never seen such a way to take a bullet, and the sharp dagger seemed to have magic power in Ah Chong's hand.

After taking out the bullet, Ah Chong carefully picked out the fabric fragments in the wound with the tip of the knife, put them next to it and compared them with the bullet holes on the clothes one by one, and after confirming that all the fragments were picked out, he reached out to the wine jug around Su Rile and Ke's waist, washed the skin around the wound, and rinsed the blade of the knife, and then roasted the blade on the fire for a while, and the knife edge lay flat and gently pressed on the wound.

Immediately, the air was filled with a smell of burnt paste.

After treating the wound, Ah Chong reached into his arms, touched the wooden box that Timur had given him, took out a unicorn blood from it, hid it in the palm of his hand, and gently stuffed it into Arislan's mouth. Pressed Lianquan and Futu acupoint on his throat, put the pill into his stomach, asked for half a bowl of warm water, straightened Arislan's body and leaned him against him, and slowly poured it out of his mouth. Then gently massage the acupuncture points on his chest and abdomen with both hands to help him push the uterus and activate the blood.

Everyone watched with bated breath as he did all this.

After a while, a faint trace of blood appeared on Arislan's pale face, and when he probed it with his fingers, he actually had a slight snort.

Ah Chong silently massaged the acupuncture points for a while, and after seeing his face gradually ruddy, he gently put him on the bed. Glancing at the solemn crowd around him, he said to Timur with a tired expression: "There is no danger to life for the time being......

"Well, benefactor......" Timur couldn't cry for a moment, and actually knelt down to Ah Chong on the ground.

"Senior......" Ah Chong hurriedly knelt down in front of Timur and helped him up.

"Гарна-уу, Гарна-уу," Suzhlehok waved his big hand and drove everyone else out. Look at Ah Yeslan lying on the bed with a slight rise and fall in his chest and abdomen, and then look at Ah Chong. Look at Ah Chong, and then look at Ah Rislan, his face is full of sadness and joy.

"Although the bullet did not hurt the major artery, it shattered his shoulder bone, and if he was not treated in time, one arm could have been ruined......

After saying this, Ah Chong regretted it, he knew that the local medical level in Mongolia was very low, and such a serious injury could not be solved by an ordinary hospital - in this place, it was difficult to find even an ordinary hospital.

In fact, he was declaring that Arislan was crippled.

The steppe lion, which Timur was so proud of, fell.

After listening to Ah Chong's words, Timur was stunned for a moment, and then muttered: "It's okay, it's good to be alive, it's good to be alive." ”

Ah Chong looked at Su Il Hoke who was standing over there and suddenly remembered something: "What about the Gurkha mercenaries? ”

All three of them are here, and who is looking at the captive?

"I killed you!" Su Rile and Ke clenched their giant fists and gritted their teeth, "Let me meet them next time!" Twist your neck one by one! These bastards actually did it to children! ”

……

From Suzhle and Ke's mouth, they knew that shortly after the Gurkha mercenaries left the camp, they suddenly turned around and chased after them, and the Arislan rode faster than them, and the mercenaries shot him in the back when they saw that they could not catch up.

After being shot, Arislan lay down on his horse, and ran back with the help of his horse. Near the camp, I met Suzhlehok, who went to pick him up, and then there was the scene just now.

Timur said with a grim face: "Those mercenaries, they should be killed!" ”

"Suri Leheke, you go and gather the clansmen, let's go to war!"

Suzhle and Ke answered loudly, turned and walked out.

Ah Chong lowered his head and was silent, he knew that now was not the best time to start a war, but in front of this sad old man, how could he bear to stop it?

……

That night, Timur stayed in Daichin's yurt to take care of Arislan, and Suzhlehok returned to Timur's yurt with Ah Chong, and rolled the Gurkha mercenaries back in a blanket and carried them out.

It was night, and Ah Chong was the only one left in the yurt, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, sitting there looking at the night outside the window worriedly, and there was a strong smell of wine in the air. His yin and yang arms faintly glowed blue.

Ah Chong closed his eyes, pinched a yin and yang trick in his right hand, and slowly adjusted his breath.

It is necessary to recover his strength as soon as possible, and the current situation cannot be delayed.

……

The next day, as soon as it was dawn, there was a lot of noise outside.

Last night, Suzhlehok had already released his words, and the news of the mercenary attack on Arislan spread quickly in the grassland, and many people poured here early in the morning. Some drove, some rode horses, most of them carried bows and arrows, scimitars, and many carried shotguns.

Suzhle Hok selected dozens of strong men. Without saying much, at the sound of an order, everyone rushed around in several groups.

Su Rile and Ke and Dai Qin each took two groups of the strongest men, one team chased in the direction where the mercenaries fled, and the other team chased in the direction where Ah Chong was ambushed.

The others also formed groups of three or five, chasing after the Gurkha mercenaries where they might have fled.

Ah Chong looked at these hot-blooded Mongolian men with a sad face, knowing that although they were outnumbered, they would have a high chance of suffering when they encountered well-trained Gurkha mercenaries.

He now hoped that the mercenaries would flee as far as possible. It is better not to let these Mongols catch up.

After the hustle and bustle, the surroundings suddenly became deserted, and there were only a few women and children in the huge camp who were swaying between the yurts.

Ah Chong washed up briefly and came to Dai Qin's tent. Timur had woken up and was feeding soup into Arislan's mouth with a spoon. Arislan's body was still very weak, and although his face was still pale and bloodless, it was a little better than yesterday.

Seeing Ah Chong coming in, Ah Zhislan pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Ah Chong took out the wooden box from his arms and prepared to give him another Qilin Blood Coagulation.

Timur stopped Ah Chong from opening the box with his hand, shook his head and said, "This thing is used to save lives, don't waste it." Areslan is fine now, just raise it for a few more days. ”

Ah Chong knew that although this unicorn blood coagulation had a miraculous effect on the dying person, if he ate too much, the effect would be greatly reduced. Timur apparently knew this.

Seeing Timur's resolute expression, Ah Chong had to take the wooden box back into his arms.

Timur's large, withered hand gently touched Arislan's cheek, and hummed softly in his mouth to lull him to sleep.

Ah Chong turned his head to look out the window. Outside, the north wind was whining and scattered snowflakes were falling from the hazy sky, and although it was only September, the first snow had already begun to fall in Ulaanbaatar.

After a while, Timur fell asleep on his bed in Arislan, and the old man probably had not slept all night.

Ah Chong sat cross-legged in front of the fire and meditated, closing his eyes and adjusting his breath.

After being broken by Chen Ruixi, after a few days of recuperation, coupled with the effect of Qilin blood coagulation, his skill has recovered about thirty percent.

The tent was silent, save for the occasional beep of burning coal.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound outside, the sound was small and almost inaudible, as light as a snowflake falling on the ground.

Ah Chong frowned.

There is a murderous aura!