In the Feng Mansion, Xue Ren also installed six or seven people. It looked like they were spying on a few of us, but Cao Yuniang said she was looking for an opportunity to get rid of us. They all said that they couldn't afford to make no profit early, so what good did it do for him to kill us? Could it be just to take revenge on Liu Si? Although they were friendly with each other, they were not good enough to wear a pair of pants. To put it mildly, one day Zhang Yu died, and the two of them had to fight for the position of marshal of the vanguard army. When the time comes, it's going to be a do-or-die.

Then there must be some other reason why he wanted to kill me. As for the reason, I still don't understand. Fortunately, in this Jinan City, those who are soldiers still dare not say that they will kill me if they want to.

You don't have to live the life of that Jin Ge Iron Horse, it's quite comfortable to sit in the yard and bask in the sun. I took advantage of the two days of recuperation, got the herbs, let Cao Yuniang fry them, and then I took them and poured those Western medicines into them. After mixing it up, let Feng Wan'er drink it, and after drinking it for a few days, the symptoms didn't have much, but I didn't know if it would recur.

I guess these drugs are just a palliative treatment. As for children who like to catch a cold when it's cold, turn into pneumonia or something, that kind of medical condition, if you are lucky, you will survive, and if you are unlucky, you will die, which is also normal. Maybe there is no way to cure it, but when she grows up and her physique increases, she may be better.

I haven't taken medicine for almost ten days, and the wounds on my body are almost healed. This is different from the penetrating wound of a bullet, the wound caused by a cold weapon is much smoother, and it is easier to heal. Feng Wan'er's medicine, Cao Yuniang is still frying. Originally, it would be good for the subordinates of the Feng Mansion to do this kind of thing, but I want to add Western medicine to it. For the sake of convenience, I asked Cao Yuniang to decoct the medicine.

I only took enough medicine for six times, but they were just troublesome, and I had to say that nine days was a course of treatment. Seeing that the medicine was indeed effective, Feng Wan'er no longer coughed so hysterically. The coughed up sputum is also bloodshot. Maybe the Feng family, in line with the idea of having more and the better, had to let Feng Wan'er drink enough for nine days before she could do it. If you want to talk about herbs, how much honey you add is bitter, where can a teenager stand it. Fortunately, she was obedient and sensible, and she drank for eight days.

On the ninth day, Cao Yuniang still decocted the medicine in the morning, and at noon, she brought the medicine to me. Actually, I haven't added anything to it for two days, but the process has to go. I waited in the room for an extra half an hour, but there was no sign of Cao Yuniang. It's almost noon time, and I'm a little hungry. Suo went to the kitchen to have a look, maybe he could still eat by the way.

The kitchen is a small courtyard that comes out separately. Beyond the backyard, through a walled arch, you can see three lower bungalows, which are the kitchens. There is also a firewood house filled with firewood.

When I got to the arch, I felt a little uneasy, because I didn't see the smoke coming out of the chimney. When I saw the cook of Fengfu lying outside the kitchen, my brain buzzed, Cao Yuniang had an accident.

I grabbed an axe and went into the kitchen.

Cao Yuniang was lying naked [***] on the cutting board, and the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar on the table were scattered all over the ground. She was still struggling to herself, her mouth was covered by a big hand, and she couldn't scream if she wanted to. The three soldiers of the Northern Army, all wearing their upper bodies, and one of them had already pulled his pants back between his legs.

That dirty ass was facing me, and it made me angry. These brutes are no different from the devils. Taking advantage of their lack of attention, I took a few steps and slashed an axe at the bare-bottomed soldier's neck.

I thought that the guy's head would have to fly out of this axe. But reality is often worse than expected. The axe that chops wood may already have some curl blades. The axe had only slashed into half of his head, and he was stuck in his neck and couldn't get out.

The remaining two soldiers who pressed Cao Yuniang's arm screamed, let go of Cao Yuniang, and jumped back. The man I cut down should have had a broken spine, and without the innervation of the autonomic nerves, he immediately became incontinent. I got so close that I drenched my pants. In an instant, the whole kitchen emitted a stench.

The soldier on my left jumped backwards in a hurry, but he hit the pot and stumbled back one after another. I also killed the red eye, grabbed a kitchen knife on the table, and swept it. It's hard to describe the sensation, the blade of the knife cutting through the skin, muscle, fat. There is a little bit of resistance to solve, and it will make me feel a little inexplicably excited. After the kitchen knife lost its resistance, my brain, which I couldn't think, thought about doing it again.

The soldier I had slashed in the neck was already lying on the ground, and I thought about cutting down the remaining soldier with all my might, but I tripped over the corpse on the ground. The boy didn't know where to pick up a rolling pin, and put it across his chest, blocking it. By the time I got my footing and tried to cut him again, he had already found a little reason in his panic, walked around the kitchen door through the table, and ran out with his life.

"Help, kill someone!" That bastard actually dared to shout for help, why didn't he say a word when he was shameless and obscene just now.

I flew the kitchen knife out of my hand at his back. After all, he hadn't practiced, and the back of the knife hit him in the back. Didn't get in, just beat him to a stumble.

Seeing that the shirtless soldier was about to run out of the arch, he was confronted by a man with a knife. In a flash of the knife, the guy was already in a different place.

The man at the door was Xing Wuyang.

The blood that spurted out of the bare-ass soldier's neck just now sprayed Cao Yuniang's face. Probably she was frightened and had passed out. I walked over and reached out to wipe the blood from her face. It doesn't matter if you don't wipe it, it's even more scary to wipe it, but fortunately she can't see it herself. I patted her on the face and woke her up.

As soon as she woke up, she threw herself into my arms. I could feel her bare back in my hands, and I didn't know if I was shivering from fear or cold. That's when I realized she was still naked. Quickly take off one of my gowns and put it on her. I saw Cao Yuniang naked twice [***], and I didn't appreciate it properly. This time, I didn't remember it until I put on her gown, but I could only recall the fragrant scene just now in my mind.

"Mu Wu came out to help. ”

Xing Wuyang didn't go into the kitchen, but called me outside. At this time, there was the sound of swords and soldiers fighting outside, and Xing Wuyang fought with others. Didn't the soldier who had escaped to the courtyard shout twice at the end of the day, and called his companion at his last moments.

Xing Wuyang dragged his not very bright ass to one against four, and slowly retreated to the courtyard wall. I had to pull out the axe that was still around the guy's neck, and rush out with the bloody axe like crazy.

But this time I didn't have the same ruthlessness as before. Although the axe beckoned to people, it seemed to be afraid that it would cut people. Inadvertently, he was a little shrunken, which did not relieve Xing Wuyang's pressure at all.

"Mu Wu, what are you doing!" Xing Wuyang couldn't help but shout again.

I was stunned, and I didn't know which one, and a knife cut through the only bit of clothing left on my body. I could even feel the cold touch of the blade cutting through me.

If I don't kill, I'll be killed by others. This is understandable, and now is not the time to worry about legal liability. The ones that were learned in the army really come in handy now. The place where the killing machine was exercised really tempered me.

The axe slammed open a long knife, and before the hand holding the knife could retract it, the axe slashed down again. The long knife fell to the ground with a severed hand. I didn't have time to see what the soldier looked like, but I heard him scream. My axe came back just in time, slashing at his neck and slashing his long wail at the waist.

Just as I was feeling confident that I had killed an enemy, another soldier rushed at me with a sword. He is obviously not of the same rank as the previous soldier I killed, similar to the difference between a mercenary and a militia. The knife seems to have a certain routine in his hand, real or virtual, advancing or retreating, and there is a certain doorway between offense and defense.

Although you can resist it according to a certain boxing routine, the axe in your hand has become a burden. Without paying attention, the long knife in his hand stabbed the shoulder blade of my right shoulder, as if even the shoulder blade had pierced. The feeling of pain to the bone marrow is much more real this time than the one at the north gate of Jinan City. The momentary pain made my eyes flutter.

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