Looking at the "gray-robed Taoist priest", that is, the dustless master, it seems that he has suffered some external injuries again, and it is quite scary to look at the tattered Taoist robe, but in fact, it does not hurt the muscles and bones, and the problem is not big. It's just that he may be old and not confident enough, and now his movements are not as agile as before.

The better thing is that he should be slowly approaching the castle tower. I took an arrow, drew my bow to the full moon, and shot at the dustless master, only to be two-thirds of the way to the ground. It was too far away, and I tried to draw the bow again and shoot it out in mid-air. This time, if the bow and arrow fly far, you will be able to reach the dustless master.

"Send a group of people to shoot arrows at the enemy army besieging the Taoist priest!" The soldiers at the head of the city all saw the Taoist priest flying around in the air just now, and they also knew that he was a friend and not an enemy.

"But, the ...... The Taoist chief was also in the formation. "Of course, no one listened to me, they were afraid that they would accidentally hurt the dustless master.

"Can you shoot him with your arrows?" I just can't stand the execution of those people, and I said angrily, "Even if I am below, you will not want to shoot me." ”

Hearing this, the soldiers followed my example and shot arrows at the group of Northern Army soldiers who surrounded Master Wuchen below.

It took about five minutes for Wuchen to fight his way out and stumble to his master's side. That guy didn't know if he could dodge the bow and arrows shot from the castle tower, or if his master could jump up and be as tall as he could jump up, and use the sword in his hand to knock out all the arrows that had been shot at him.

But there are always slips through the net, and I watched as an arrow hit Dustless in the stomach. I'm really anxious, I jumped to my feet, this one who didn't open his eyes was actually injured in his own hands.

"Come back soon!" I shouted, at the top of my voice. I knew that it was useless to shout like that, but I still hoped they could hear it. Isn't it good for the dustless master to take him to the city wall.

If they hadn't heard my shouting, or the dustless master would have coincided with me. The arrows shot from the city still helped them a lot, and those soldiers couldn't stand the rain of arrows in the sky, so they didn't dare to approach Wuchen and his master at all. As soon as they dispersed, I told the archers to stop firing their arrows. Surround it again, and I let the archers continue. In this way, the dustless master slowly leaned against the edge of the city wall with the dust.

That should be Master Wuchen's last breath of true breath, and I saw him grasping Wuchen's neck with one hand, his body was vertical, and he stepped on the shoulder of the Northern Army soldiers beside him. With this force, the soldier was trampled to the ground, and he rushed towards the city like an arrow with the dust.

I thought to myself, but I must come up in one breath, Wuchen, this oil bottle, don't exhaust his master's strength.

I still think too much, how could the Northern Army just watch Wuchen and his master jump onto the city tower like this. Just now, the dustless master broke Dao Yan's Tiangang Array. He saw the arrows shooting from the shadows like locust plagues, and they flew towards Wuchen and his master.

I think it's too late to shout archers to cover. Two of the arrows chasing his ass still hit Wuchen and his master's thighs. It may be that he was in pain, and Wuchen's master seemed to have been drained of his strength all of a sudden, and it seemed that his strength could only rush to such a high level, and slowly stopped a foot away from the city. It's like throwing a stone into the air, and when you reach the highest point, you have to pause before you go down. The dustless master didn't know what force he used, but he actually stopped in mid-air for a second. He took advantage of this moment to throw Wuchen upward.

"Give me the rope. ”

I pulled a rope to tie the arrows, and I didn't care if it was long enough. Throw it out hard, trying to entangle Wuchen and his master. You know, if you want to wrap a rope around a person all the way, how clever it is. I've never practiced like this, so if I throw the rope out, it's just a matter of hitting Master Wuchen.

The dustless master copied the rope with one hand, threw it up, and wrapped it around the dustless.

"Pull!" I had to shout a word, and jumped down the tower.

I was saved by Master Wuchen, who threw Wuchen up another meter or more, and he began to fall like a kite with a broken string.

"Idiot!"

I heard my soul speak these two words to me. After "he" finished speaking, he rushed out of my body, caught up with the dustless master, copied it in his arms, and stopped in mid-air.

And then I just watched them fall down. As soon as I passed by Master Wuchen, I felt a force pulling me. until it pulled me to a halt in mid-air. This feeling is very familiar, just like the time when I first entered the city and defeated Luo Shicheng, my soul pulled my body backwards.

But my shell is too heavy for my soul to draw on me. After holding on for five seconds, I pulled the two of them again and began to fall.

Just as I closed my eyes and prepared to meet the earth with my face, my stomach tightened again. This time it's not the spirit pulling me, it's a rope. I looked up and didn't know very well, it should be Luo Shicheng.

Then the arrows flew down to my side. That's cover. The archers of the Northern army on the ground will no longer dare to shoot us within range. This is how the condescending advantage manifests itself. The Northern soldiers could only watch as we were pulled to the city wall.

And Daoyan. I didn't move, letting the rope pull me up, but my eyes were fixed on Dao Yan, who was still on the high platform, looking at me with a blank face.

I think that although the posture is not very elegant, the momentum in my eyes is definitely not lost to him.

Just as I was about to be pulled up to the city, I seemed to see Dao Yan smile at me.

What is he laughing at? Or am I dazzled?

Zhu Di's northern army saw that the formation had been destroyed, and there was no chance at all. After attacking for most of the hour, there was no sign of breaking through, and it slowly died down. In the end, hundreds of people were left to clean the battlefield overnight under the city tower and clean up the corpses of their comrades. On the other hand, the Southern Army cheered and celebrated, and also cleaned the battlefield and treated the wounded.

The dustless wounds were more serious, especially the sword on the stomach that might have injured the intestines, and the blood that flowed out was grayish-brown.

I saw that Lang Zhong was alone there, so I went over to help. At least the sterilization of the scalpel and some hemostatic treatment will still work. It's just that when you encounter some trouble when stitching, Lang Zhong means don't suture the intestinal wall, just sew the stomach directly. Naturally, I couldn't let him do this, his intestines were broken, and after the abdominal infection, he died of stomach distension within a few days.

"I'm a doctor, are you a doctor?" that Lang Zhong was still a little bit of a bull temper, and actually stood up with me, "What do you know!"

"I know he's got a broken intestine and he's going to die if he doesn't clean up the stitches. ”

"I don't need your help. You go out. ”

I was on fire all of a sudden, and the dagger was taken out and raised to his neck: "Who do you let out?"

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"If you just stitch it up, I'll kill you. ”

I saw that fear had begun to appear in Lang Zhong's eyes. He was not afraid of death at first, because he had not felt the horror of death. Lang Zhong is used to seeing life and death, but when it is his turn, it is unique. I was really murderous just now, and he must have felt the murderous aura.

Just as we were at a stalemate, the door was pushed open. It was the dustless master who walked in.

The arrow wounds on this old man's body are all dealt with by himself, in the end, he is used to swimming alone, and he can solve a little bump by himself. It's just that the arrow wound in his leg makes him walk with a slight limp.

He looked at Wuchen's injury, turned back to me and Lang Zhong and said, "You just let him lie here like this and wait for death?"

He didn't say it in a heavy tone, but I had a chill to hear it.

"You saved my life and Xiaoshanzi's life, you came to treat his wounds, even if he died, he deserved to die here. After he understood the reason for my quarrel with Lang Zhong, he said to me.

Since people are masters, is the master and apprentice like father and son, or the old way has the final say. When there were only three people left in the room, I began to "operate" on Wuchen.

I'm not a doctor and haven't had surgery. Let a layman slash a knife, either he has excellent psychological quality, and he is not afraid of the sky or the earth, or this life is no longer important, whether he is dead or alive is not much of one or two knives. But now the situation is just the opposite, my psychological quality has not yet hardened to the degree, and the old saying says that life and death are fate, I feel that the life and death of Wuchen are in my hands a little hasty.

"Aren't you going to hurry up?" Lao Dao saw that I was holding a knife and hesitated for a long time, so he urged me, "It's too late, Xiaoshanzi's life will be gone." ”

I couldn't help it, I turned my heart sideways, and while Wuchen was still unconscious, I opened the wound in his abdomen a little bigger. Then he reached out and rummaged through it for a long time to find the intestines that had been punctured by the arrow, pulled it out and sewed it up with sheep intestines. I didn't know how to sew professional stitching, I just learned to sew the broken intestines to death as if I were sewing clothes by hand. Use cool boiled water to clean up the mess in his stomach, and then stuff the intestines back to straighten out.

"The Taoist chief has calculated that Wuchen won't die here, right?" When I sewed up my belly, I was relieved and asked Wuchen's master with some energy.

"Poor Dao is accurate, you are his savior!"

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