"After walking through this plain, fifty miles to the west is the mountain, and after bypassing the mountain, the next road is on the grassland where even children know how to walk. "Mochiha pointed to the southwest on horseback, and in the distance the mountains were rolling and mountainous, and there were clouds and mist among the peaks, half-hidden and half-hidden, and he wanted to talk about it.

After three days of traveling day and night, five horses were killed, and each of the warriors in Jinju looked unbearable, and there was an unstoppable coughing sound on the horseback. For more than ten days there had been no rest, and men and horses were extremely tired, but the presence of the mountain lifted everyone's spirits a little, and the mountain they had seen since they came, and the young barbarian had not led the wrong way.

Instead of the glory and reward of their victorious return, these warriors of Jinju craved a hot meal, a campfire to bake their bodies, and a soft, comfortable couch.

"Where is the mountain?where is the mountain?," on the back of the last horse, a young ranger from Jinju raised his head and looked blankly in the direction pointed by Mochiha, "Where is the mountain? There is only a white snow, how far do we have to go..."

Wei Changpan, who was riding first, rode his horse to his side and shook the young ranger's shoulder, "The mountain is there, as long as you walk another fifty miles, you can return to Yuancheng as long as you walked the way you came." ”

"There are no mountains .... Where will there be mountains...."After muttering this sentence, the young ranger fell from the horse's back crookedly, Wei Changpan and the two people nearby hurriedly turned over and dismounted, and found that his forehead was hot, his whole body was hot, and his mouth was talking nonsense indistinctly, and the knife wound wrapped in cloth on his waist and abdomen was only sprinkled with a trivial little gold sore medicine, although the weather was cold and did not rot maggots, but it was never good, and the cloth wrapped in it was repeatedly soaked in blood and pus, and it was dirty.

Martial Husband's body could not withstand such repeated torture, although there was only a knife wound in the waist and abdomen, this young ranger was almost cut in the stomach, and he was the most seriously injured among them.

Wei Changpan touched the small blue and white porcelain vase in his arms, which was the gold sore medicine stuffed to him by the old doctor surnamed Ni of the Wuhe Dart Bureau before leaving, if there was any external injury, just sprinkle a nail nail powder on the wound, and stop the bleeding after counting five times in silence, and it could scab over the next day, and the shallower mouth would grow in less than ten days.

The bottle full of gold sore medicine in the porcelain vase was only left with a thin layer of bottom, I don't know if it was enough for one person, Wei Changpan was lucky not to be injured in the previous battle, and three of the eight people's team, including the ranger, had not changed the dressing for a long time, and the remaining two did not know when they would fall like this.

Untie the dirty cloth wrapped around the waist and abdomen, and through the unhealed wound, you can faintly see the wriggling pink stomach and intestines.

Such wounds would have been mended by a medical officer in the barracks with needles and threads, but two or three of the only two or three of them who had been skilled in medicine had been charred in the nameless valley, and they had been in a hurry to make a journey with their imaginary pursuers three days before, and all of them had been hastily disposed of, and it was fortunate that the young ranger had not turned his stomach out on horseback.

Looking at the injuries of the other two, it is not optimistic, and the ability to hold on to this place depends on the martial arts physique and the fear of the barbarian man who can pull out the head of a living person, and the injuries are all on the limbs, which are not as important as the injuries of the young ranger.

The ranger was born with red lips and white teeth, and he was a cheerful and cheerful man, and every time he told slang jokes around the campfire at night, it was one of the few happy times on this difficult and dangerous journey.

This ranger was very envious of Wei Changpan, after all, he was also the closest person to the barbarian lord that day, but he did not have the ability and courage to throw a knife. I can't talk about jealousy, I just think that next time I can have such an opportunity, I can grasp it.

Wei Changpan didn't think of this section for no reason, and the blue and white porcelain vase containing the last bit of gold sore medicine was already in his hand.

"Don't waste this good medicine for me.... There's no mountain ahead, I can't go back...."The young ranger lay on his back in the snow, the cold made his mind clearer, and he muttered to himself, "There's nothing to bother Brother Wei, but don't forget to tell General Song when you go back, Guo Huai killed two barbarians and injured one on this trip, which can be regarded as earning back...."

He slowly closed his eyelids, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth that he hadn't seen for a long time, as if he was going to fall asleep and never wake up again.

People die like a big dream, Shaohua is white-headed, but for a hundred years, everything is empty.

Guo Huai didn't know why at this time he remembered the words and sentences on an idle book he had read when he was a child, and sighed silently, sighing in his heart, if he had thought of this earlier, he would have wanted to show his talent in front of the heroine fairy many times, and he would not be so at a loss.

Then Wei Changpan slapped him in the face, and slapped the dazed and chaotic Guo Huai so that his brain was buzzing.

"Lao Tzu is biased, you don't want to! If you have any bullshit, go back and say it yourself!"

Everyone's eyes were on Wei Changpan, who suddenly burst into a thunderous rage, and their usually gentle leader bared his teeth in anger like a puppy that had been robbed of bones.

"Mei Su, Wei Qisheng, shovel the snow in a place, Yu Gaogao, Liu Ziyi, make a fire and boil a pot of boiling water..."Wei Changpan sent something to everyone, and finally turned to Mochiha, who was still indifferent to the horse, and said after a while, "You go and help collect some firewood that can be burned." ”

"Don't you need me anymore, so you want to take the opportunity to attack me behind my back?" Mochiha stared at this young martial artist of Yaoren, and sure enough, as the old people of the Taiqige Department said, the people in the south are all cunning foxes, and none of them are trustworthy, he Mochiha is not a fool, if he hadn't been watched closely all the way, he would have looked for an opportunity to escape.

"We don't have to use such means to kill you, whether you are alone or side by side, you are no opponent. ”

Wei Changpan's emotionless tone pierced Mochiha's heart, and he hated it so much that he couldn't control it and wanted to rush towards these hateful Yaoren warriors, but his bow and arrow were broken, and the little saber was gone....

The only thing that surprised him was that these Yao people would put down this person who could not be saved at first glance to be rescued, and after being so seriously injured in a war on the grassland, his companions would leave him a knife, and those who were lucky enough to survive would use this knife to survive, and those who could not survive would have to die.

"If you want to go, you can go, and you don't have to pick up any firewood. ”

Mochiha took the thing thrown by the young Yaoren Wufu, and found that it was his own small saber, and subconsciously wanted to laugh, but remembered that he was in front of the mortal enemy who did not share the sky, so he tightened his face again, "The men of the Bohuqin family will not give up their dignity because of the enemy's small charity. ”

Looking at the face that was serious and abnormal in an instant, but still childish, Wei Changpan couldn't cry or laugh a little, "No matter what kind of man you are, walking long distances on the grassland without a blade to protect you, a few wild wolves can kill you, and besides, this is your knife." ”

The young barbarian was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the little saber and turned over on his horse and rode away.

"Brother Wei is so kind to him, this barbarian is not only grateful to Dade, but does not say goodbye, like a heartless person. ”

"Where are the people on the steppe? they are all uncivilized barbarians, but better than cattle. ”

"A barbarian is a barbarian...."

Wei Changpan's whispers and whispers poured into his ears, and for some reason, for some reason, he was so disgusted by the remarks of these companions, as if back in Qingshan Town, when all the children in the school were laughing at him for showing a big toe and patching old cloth shoes.

The children who entered the school did not talk about their family background, their parents regarded them as scholars, and a regular set of clothes, shoes and socks and the four treasures of the study room were bound to be purchased, although the financial resources of each person's family were somewhat high, but the people in this town did not go to the rich in any way, and they were generally uniform.

He is the only outlier, Daddy Wei is already stretched thin on the oil for lighting the lamp at night, where is the spare money to buy these things? Fortunately, the old Xiucai who is close to the family is quite fond of Wei Changpan's nephew, and there are more pen, ink, paper and inkstones at home, so these expenses can be saved.

However, a regular set of clothes is still an unbearable expense for the old Wei family, although Lao Xiucai said that he took a fancy to Wei Changpan, a distant nephew, but after all, his situation was not much better, the bundle handed over by the student was enough, and there was no money left to subsidize his clothes, and now Wei Changpan's clothes and pants were made three years ago, and they had shrunk to the calves.

Only that pair of cloth shoes was made a few years ago when the days were better to support the façade of Daddy Wei, the new year and the old year, sewing and mending for another year, and finally reached the point where it was unbearable, so Wei Changpan and his mother repaired and modified it with their own skillful hands, and it became a new pair of Wei Changpan's shoes.

Wei Changpan happily took the pair of cloth shoes from his mother, whose eyes were red, and the original tough soles were worn to the point of thin paper, but he obviously didn't care about them. When he grew so big, he wore cloth shoes for the first time in his life, although they were remade from Daddy Wei's old shoes, and they were not even as comfortable as straw shoes, but after all, they were his first pair of cloth shoes!

He ran happily on the dirt road in the field, but he did not forget to go to the school again and cut pigweed with a bamboo basket on his back and waited for the school to take him home.

How could the naughty children in the school not burst into laughter when he was carrying a pigweed bamboo basket and holding a sickle, with mud spots on the trousers he was holding, and the most ridiculous thing was that he was wearing rag shoes with big toes drilled out?

Not noticing that his toes had pierced a piece of fabric that was not very strong when he was mowing pigweed, Wei Changpan looked down and found that his toes had come out after laughing for a long time in this group of childish classmates.

He took off his cloth shoes, and the men were still laughing.

Barbarian.... Barbarian....

It's similar to the tone of those jokes about him at the beginning.

The people around Wei Changpan noticed the change in his complexion, so they didn't make noise in his ears, and they all went to do their own work.

Soon they cleared a piece of snowless ground, spread a waterproof felt blanket and lifted Guo Huai up.

These people generally know what Wei Changpan wants to do, and being a dead horse as a live horse doctor is the only way now, and they can't just watch Guo Huai lose his vitality little by little, or maybe it is a knife to end his pain.

The blade of the close-fitting dagger has been boiled in boiling water, and the dagger that Qian Er Ye gave him is the most suitable thing to cut the flesh and skin, the material of this dagger is extremely strong, and Wei Changpan has to spend a lot of effort every time he sharpens the blade. The boiling water boiled the few pieces of cloth on their bodies that were still clean.

"Brother Wei, is it possible that you want to do needlework on me?" Guo Huai's face was full of bitterness, and he wanted to earn it but was pressed back by the four people around him, "Could it be the first time?"

"The shoes, socks and pants are sewn, but they really haven't moved on the human skin and flesh," squinting his eyes and threading the cotton thread into the eye of the needle, Wei Changpan breathed a long sigh of relief, and greeted the four people who pressed Guo Huai's limbs, "This is not a pain that ordinary people can bear, please wait a while, don't let Guo Huai move." ”

Before Guo Huai could reply with wide eyes, a towel from someone who didn't know who was stuffed into his mouth, and he could only make a sound of support.

Guo Huai's original dirty cloth wrapped around his waist and abdomen had already been removed and thrown aside, revealing such a large piece of skin outside the cold and freezing outside, and he would have to suffer from the wind and cold after a few incense sticks, and there was no warm house and charcoal fire, so the rangers in Jinzhou had to take off their winter clothes and cover Guo Huai.

Guo Huai, who was still a little restless, saw the frozen grinning faces of several people around him, and no longer struggled, nodded to Wei Changpan, closed his eyes, and bit the towel in his mouth.

The feeling of the knife cutting through the flesh and bones is just a short moment, but it is extremely painful to move slowly and meticulously on the human body with a needle and thread, and the roar squeezed out of the throat makes Wei Changpan's hand through the needle and thread tremble a little, and he does not tremble so much when he hangs a heavy stone on his arm when practicing the knife.

Human skin and flesh are not cloth, Wei Changpan is only an ordinary needle and thread, once it can't be pierced into the flesh, he has to pierce it a second time, Guo Huai has two movements too much struggle almost let the needle break in the flesh, even if the person next to him pressed it in time, the blood flowing from his wound still stained most of the cloth red.

No one here knows medical skills, Wei Changpan has to be the one who stands up, and after Xiao Gu Gu Sheng was seriously injured not long ago, he couldn't take his eyes off the old doctor surnamed Ni in the Wu and Dart Bureau for more than two hours. Among them, there is the action of threading needles and threads on human skin and flesh, but because of the fragrance, Wei Changpan can't see how meticulous it is from afar.

Compared with the repetition of the old doctor surnamed Ni, Wei Changpan was still a little powerless to draw the gourd, and every time he pinched the needle and thread through the flesh at both ends of Guo Huai's abdominal wound, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, and he was forced to stabilize it.

A knife wound more than a foot long, I don't know how long it took to stitch, Guo Huai let out a hoarse roar at the bottom of his throat at first, and then roared until the last bit of strength did not faint, and the person who pressed his limbs saved some strength, and sat on the ground to gasp, he finally finished sewing the wound, although he looked lame, but he had done his best.

Why did you want to save him? There is no medicine and no one who can heal the sick, and even if you sew it on, he may die at some point.

Mochi Hazema returned to where they were, threw down a few plants and said it was a medicinal herb and asked Wei Changpan.

Wei Changpan, who was lying in the snow and losing his strength, was at his weakest, and anyone who could carry a knife could easily take his life, he didn't scold Mochiha to go away or pick up his blade, lying lazily in the snow, and didn't reply to his words.

There are not as many righteous truths as in the book, but I just hope that in the future, when his life is in danger, there will be people who will spare no effort to save him.