The scissors cut off the straps of the rhinoceros leather armor on Gu Sheng's body and stripped off his clothes, and the old doctor, who was always called by this young man with a smile and a seventh uncle, looked at Gu Sheng who was covered in bruises, and the white whiskers on his lips were trembling slightly.

This should have been a fatal injury, but the fine rhinoceros skin armor blocked a considerable amount of damage for him, and the old dart master's pill pulled him back from the line of life and death. Several dart masters took turns to relay and ran thirty miles to send him back to the city, and the people of the dart bureau got the news and hurriedly took the old doctor to the north gate to wait.

The people of Wu and the dart bureau borrowed this shed from the owner of a tea shed, and put together a few tables to carry Gu Sheng up lightly.

Rao is based on his years of experience in practicing medicine, and he still has a feeling that he has no idea what to do with Gu Sheng's injuries, a few small skin and flesh injuries have been smeared with gold sore medicine, and the blood in the broken bone stubble has also been frozen into ice ballast, but the injuries in the viscera and the broken bones in many places are even worse than when Wei Changpan was injured.

Gu Sheng's first-floor martial artist's physique is now like a piece of porcelain full of cracks, which may be shattered to the ground at the slightest touch, but if he does not use means to save him, and let the injuries of his organs and muscles erode, then even the gods will not be able to save his life.

"Where is Lao Gu?" The old doctor had examined Gu Sheng's injuries, which were worse than his previous worst estimate, "Is Lao Gu here?"

His old friend was the father of the child, a child he had watched grow up in a situation now.... It's in jeopardy.

Now is the time when the old Gu Shengyang needs to make a decision, if he uses extraordinary means to rescue now, Gu Sheng's martial arts future in this life is mostly hopeless, if he uses medicine stones to keep his life, maybe when that breath can't hang people will pass.

Choked by the fishy thickness in his throat, Gu Sheng, who was originally unconscious, coughed painfully, and blood droplets flew onto the bodies of people nearby.

"Old man, let go and save it, save your life first, and I will talk about the rest with Old Gu Dartmaster. Wei Changpan, who had been beside Gu Sheng, took a water-soaked handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, and then said to the doctor who was still hesitating.

Gu Sheng is one of his few friends in Jinzhou, Wei Changpan has any help to help or has something to understand about the dart game, Gu Sheng is happy to talk to him carefully, although he is always regarded by the old Gu Gu Shengyang as a person who compares with Wei Changpan, even Wei Changpan is a little worried about whether he will be upset because of this, but if he has anything to do next time, the first thing that comes to mind is Gu Sheng.

Over the years in Wuhe Dart Bureau, the old doctor surnamed Ni has not been able to rescue seriously injured people every time, and he has choked his breath without a cup of tea when he is carried back, and he has suffered some fatal injuries at a glance, and he has no time to rescue them. There are some hot-tempered people in the team of dart masters who can't explain the reason, and when they hear that their brothers can't be saved, they can't help but say that it is an old fist greeting.

Dr. Rao is surnamed Ni has also learned some protective fists and feet in Wuhe Dart Bureau over the years, but how can he defeat these wolf-like dart masters?

Every time, under the persuasion of Wu He, the head of the dart bureau, he had to stay for the sake of face, and he stayed for decades.

Although the Wuhe Dart Bureau has taken root, the doctor surnamed Ni has also set a rule that the seriously injured deceased who is sent to him must have a close relative by his side, and he can only rescue him after explaining the situation in detail.

After all, medicine is only a kind of technique, and there will always be an end to it.

He and Lao Gu Shengyang are not ordinary friends, but the old doctor surnamed Ni is even more worried that if Xiao Gu has three longs and two shorts, the two friends who have been in their lives for half a lifetime will become mortal enemies for life in the blink of an eye.

Wei Changpan's words calmed the old doctor's mind, took out a white jade box inlaid with pearls and jade from the medicine box, then covered his mouth and nose with a fine white cloth, took a silver spoon and pulled out a small ball of semi-black and translucent paste from the box and burned it on the candle, causing everyone around him to retreat to a place fifty steps away.

On the several patchwork tables, Gu Sheng's face was hideous and distorted, and he was biting a towel in his mouth, saying that he was afraid that he would be so painful that he would not be able to bite off his tongue.

Fifty steps away, Wei Changpan looked at the old doctor bringing the silver spoon with wisps of cigarettes close to Gu Sheng's nose, and after a while, Gu Sheng's complexion relaxed slowly, and his expression was as comfortable as a sleeping baby, and the holes on his body seemed to be gone.

Someone from the dart bureau brought the two people who died in battle back to the compound first, and then the rest of the people went back to the camp outside the city to resume their lives, they are now considered to be in the army, and the order obtained is to rush back to the camp to wait, and if they disobey the order on the battlefield, any of the generals of Dayao can cut off their heads.

Wei Changpan, who had dragged on until the last moment, glanced back at the old doctor who was cutting Gu Sheng's flesh and skin and reconnecting the bones, and the latter also noticed him and raised his head to give him an affirmative look.

In the camp they first met the new Jinzhou general, who was also the general who would take them to defend against the barbarians going south this winter, in the eyes of these fierce warriors, he was just a casual middle-aged man, with a green robe and a big belt, walking into the military tent with his hands behind his back, with two faint beards, and smiling when getting along with his subordinates, without the majesty of General Da Yao Zheng Sipin.

Zhang Ziwen, who was nearby, noticed that several people in the rivers and lakes showed a little imperceptible contempt, and while he was not angry, he was also a little dissatisfied with the general's casual attire on weekdays.

After all, it is in the barracks, and the general should also have the appearance of a general.

"This time, the barbarians who were able to break the siege with such small casualties and killed and wounded a thousand horsemen all relied on your martial arts. "Song Zhiwen actually made a gesture to the people in the big tent, a great Yao is a four-rank real power general to perform such a big gift, not these Jianghu martial artists can easily receive, they are busy with greater etiquette to return it.

After all, most of the time, the rivers and lakes still need to look up to the temple.

"The deceased in the door of you, the generals will truthfully report to the court, and there will be a bereavement pension sent down soon, and the medical officers in the camp are not mediocre, and if they are injured, they can also be sent to the court. The general once again saluted the Jianghu people in the military tent, "This time the barbarians have suffered such a great humiliation, and they will inevitably step up their marches, and the general will still need to patrol and garrison the city, so he will not accompany him much." ”

The elegant smile on Song Zhiwen's face disappeared after leaving the military tent, like an iron-cast face without the slightest expression, and there was a jubilant sound in the military tent behind him.

"General. Zhang Ziwen, who was a staff officer, hurried a few steps to keep up with him, "There is another matter, among these Jianghu people, there is an old dart master of Wuhe Dart Bureau who reported that someone in their Dart Bureau killed the commander of a barbarian..."

"The commander of the barbarians.... Commander?" Song Zhiwen's face showed a look of disbelief, "Can anyone witness or have evidence?"

In addition to the Wu He Dart Bureau, there are also several people who testify that it is a leading young dart master in the Wu He Dart Bureau who threw a knife into the vest of the barbarian commander and was killed on the spot. Zhang Ziwen handed over the necklace made of beast teeth in his hand, "This is something ripped from the barbarian commander, and I ask the general to take a look." ”

"You don't have to look at it, it's something from the lord of the Salha tribe on the steppe. The general looked at the necklace with interest, "It seems that he is not only a commander, but also a real lord." ”

Although all the men and horses that can be used by a lord in a small part of the barbarians may not be as good as the commanders in most of them, the lord is the lord, and there can be dozens of commanders in most of them, but there can only be one lord in each of the steppe tribes.

If it is said that killing a thousand commanders is a meritorious feat of being able to promote the second level to reward a thousand taels of silver, then add the name of the sovereign.... Enough for a nobody to become a general, and even a knighthood and fief.

"Pay attention to the movements of the barbarians first, and then send someone to investigate carefully, if everything is correct, this may be the first lord to be killed by the barbarians since the war between the two sides. Song Zhiwen threw this sentence to the staff officer, and then turned around and stepped on the white horse led by his own soldiers, "Find that person and see him in my tent later." ”

There are definitely a lot of dead people in the grassland in the war at the beginning of spring this year, and there are also a considerable number of high-ranking nobles, but even if it is a small part of Salha, the killing of the lord by the Yao people will make this tribe nailed to the pillar of shame of the grassland for decades.

The death of an insignificant lord has a much greater symbolic meaning for the Dayao court than the actual benefit obtained, but this is something that those ministers in the temple need to consider.

Zhang Ziwen has some feelings of honor and disgrace for Wu and the dart game, since the dart master in the dart game has done such a big thing, he will draw a strong stroke in the heart of the general and even the court, he is also very happy, and after sending the general away, he turned around and walked into the military tent.

As General Song's personal staff officer, he is a person who can speak, Zhang Ziwen is completely different from those ordinary captains in the army in the eyes of these Jianghu people, and there are a few more smiling faces between his words, knocking on the side and asking him to say a few kind words to General Song, although he is tired from the bottom of his heart, he also has to pile up a smile to deal with these treacherous old rivers and lakes.

There was a jubilant atmosphere in the big tent, all these young Jinzhou Jianghu sect disciples were immersed in the happiness of just winning the battle, they didn't expect that the barbarian cavalry would be so vulnerable, only how many casualties would have made them collapse, if they had gone to the battlefield to fight with the barbarians earlier, why would the Jinzhou war be so erosive?

Looking around in the military tent, Zhang Ziwen was about to look for the Wuhe dart master who killed the lord of the Salha tribe with one sword, but the old dart master stepped forward, "Lord Lao is coming to go this time again, but one person in the dart game is seriously injured, and the little brother Wei has already gone back to the city to take a look." ”