"Brother Wang, bear with me, I'll treat your wounds."

Zhang Xiaochi gave an order and began to help Wang Ziru deal with the wound, on the side, Zhao Qiankun wanted to remind Zhang Xiaochi and let him wait for the doctor to deal with it, but when he saw Zhang Xiaochi's skillful technique, his mouth opened, and he didn't stop it in the end.

Zhang Xiaochi was very professional and quickly helped Wang Ziru clean up the wound, and at this time, the military doctor also rushed to the scene.

The doctor gave Wang Ziru an urgent examination, saying that he was lucky not to hurt his internal organs, and as long as the wound was cleaned up, he could be bandaged.

"Wait a minute, then bandage."

Zhang Xiaochi stopped the doctor.

"Zhang Gongzi, do you have anything to say?"

The doctor knew Zhang Xiaochi, and when Zhang Xiaochi was in a coma, he used to take care of him for a while.

"Doctor, Brother Wang's wound is too big, if it is simply bandaged, the wound healing time is difficult to heal, and the recovery time will be longer, once the wound infection is caused after a long delay, it may be life-threatening."

"What do you think of that son?"

The doctor asked seriously, but there was some disbelief in his eyes.

Although he admires Zhang Xiaochi, he has a specialization in the art industry, although you are a combat hero, is it rude to question his decision?

"The needle and thread should come and the thread should not be dyed."

Zhang Xiaochi didn't explain too much, as for being questioned by the doctor, this is completely reasonable, after all, so far, his impression in everyone's mind is only that he can fight, and he can't be messed with medicine at all.

"Go get the needle and thread."

Although Zhao Qiankun didn't know what Zhang Xiaochi was going to do, he still asked people to get the needle and thread.

After threading the needle and thread, the embroidery needle is first soaked in white wine for a while, and then it is placed on the fire to roast.

"Brother Zhao, you take a piece of wood and let Brother Wang bite it, and four more people hold it down and don't let him move."

"Xiaochi, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Qiankun couldn't help but ask.

"Brother Zhao, I won't harm him."

Zhang Xiaochi replied seriously.

"Okay."

Soon, Zhao Qiankun finished as instructed, but Zhang Xiaochi didn't ink, picked up the processed needle and thread, and began to stitch up Wang Ziru's wound.

After the first stitch, Wang Ziru's whole body was like an ant falling into a hot pot, and he began to struggle desperately, spit out the wood in his mouth and shouted.

"Brother Zhang, what are you doing here?"

"Stop, it's killing me!"

"Bear with me, I'm stitching up your wounds, so it will get better faster."

After speaking, Zhang Xiaochi gave Zhao Qiankun a look, and the latter understood, picked up the wood on the ground and asked Wang Ziru to bite it again.

"Bear with me, it'll be over soon."

With the accident just now, the four soldiers held Wang Ziru to the death, and Wang Ziru struggled to move, so he could only bite the wooden stick and let out a miserable cry with his throat.

It didn't take long, and soon, the penetrating injuries were all stitched up by Zhang Xiaochi.

"Zhang Gongzi, you ...... Where did you learn this? ”

The doctor looked at Zhang Xiaochi and asked with a shocked expression.

This was all learned by him in the army, so naturally it was impossible to say it, so he explained casually.

"When I was a child, my wound never healed, because I couldn't afford to see a doctor, so my father used this method for me."

"Because the effect is good, I will stitch it up for Brother Wang."

"Brother Zhang, I was about to die of pain just now!"

"You've experienced it, you should know what it's like to wear embroidery in flesh and blood, right?"

Wang Ziru was sweating profusely, and the sweat even wet the mattress, and his face looked much whiter

"Brother Wang, your wound has just been stitched, remember not to do strenuous exercise, and after a while, I will remove the stitches for you."

"Does it hurt to remove the stitches?"

Wang Ziru asked with palpitations.

"It doesn't hurt much, it's like being bitten by an ant."

"That's fine."

Wang Ziru needed to rest, Zhang Xiaochi and the others did not stay, and left the camp after a few words.

"Xiaochi, I didn't expect you to have this ability, you kid is really getting more and more incomprehensible to me."

"Brother Zhao, I'm not as capable as you think."

"Brother Zhao, if it's okay, I'll leave first."

"Okay, I won't send you, Wang Ziru, this kid lost the battle, and I have to ask him what happened."

Leaving the barracks, Wu Xiong hurriedly greeted him and asked curiously.

"Brother, what's going on?"

"Our people were attacked by the Jinguo."

"Seriously?"

"Fortunately, the retreat was timely, otherwise, their team would probably be gone."

Zhang Xiaochi replied solemnly, although he didn't hear Wang Ziru explain the situation, but from the number of people they came back, it could be judged that Wang Ziru's team must have escaped from death.

"Angkor, let's go."

Looking back, Zhang Xiaochi set off in the direction of Qingwa Town with a team of scooters.

"Brother, the number of pigs in our Qingwa Town is limited, and this time when I go back, I will go to other towns to buy pig reserves."

On the way, Wu Xiong suddenly said solemnly.

"The last time you went to Woodtown, you negotiated a cooperation, right?"

"There are agreements with a couple of pig farms, but they are smaller, and if we keep supplying pork to the troops, these will definitely not be enough."

"Angkor, this matter is going to trouble you a lot."

"That's what I deserve."

This kind of thing Wu Xiong is professional, and it is most appropriate to hand it over to him, but now the situation is special, and a large-scale war will break out at any time, Zhang Xiaochi must stay in Qingwa Town so that he can go to the front line to support at any time.

Although he didn't want to take the risk, he also knew that no snowflake under an avalanche was innocent.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaochi, who was thoughtful, suddenly stopped, and Wu Xiong, who was following him closely, paused and asked subconsciously.

"Xiaochi, what's wrong with you?"

"There is a situation!"

Zhang Xiaochi's face was solemn, he listened attentively, and his face became more and more solemn.

"Angkor, you go back to the town first, and I'll go back when I go!"

Wu Xiong still wanted to inquire about the situation, but Zhang Xiaochi had already rushed into the dense forest, so he could only reluctantly leave with the cart team.

Rushing into the dense forest, Zhang Xiaochi walked for about two minutes before suddenly stopping.

Ahead, less than fifty meters away from him, a group of Jin soldiers gathered together to discuss something, and took a closer look, There were as many as ten of these people in total.

"How did these people get in?"

Zhang Xiaochi whispered to himself, such a small group of Jinguo soldiers infiltrating the territory of Dayue Country is completely sending sheep into the tiger's mouth, but why do they still sneak in?

Do you also want to have a decapitation operation before the war?

Zhang Xiaochi resisted the desire to do it, and the cat secretly observed in the grass, so after a minute or so, these people suddenly began to change into the costumes of Da Yue Kingdom.