"You're looking for me?!"

The voice in his ears was extremely gentle, without murderous aura, like an elegant and easy-going scholar, but the sound in his ears made the killer's hairs stand on end, and he instinctively withdrew his sword and retreated to the other side of the voice, slashing the long sword towards the position of the voice, trying to force back the stranger who suddenly approached him.

Modern people know that don't talk to strangers, let alone these professional killers, who are approached but don't know what it means, how can you not know!

"What are you running?"

The faint voice sounded again, and the killer felt that his sword-swinging wrist was being held, and at the same time, his knee was hit hard, forcing him to kneel on one knee, and he could only tilt his head to look at the figure beside him, the other party was the target of this assassination, Zhao Jia, the former prince of Zhao State.

How can it be!?

The killer's eyes changed, and he looked at the handsome boy in front of him with a pale face and seemed to have just recovered from a serious illness, and the other party's eyes were looking down at him flatly, with a calm expression.

"What are you running for?"

After Zhao Jia finished speaking, he didn't wait for the other party to speak, his arm was violently forced, and he directly removed the other party's sword-holding arm, and the entire right arm was twisted behind him.

This is accompanied by the sound of bones being misaligned.

The killer was in pain, but he didn't say a word, only the drastic changes in his eyes showed his emotions at the moment.

"Male... Son! ”

Luo Jiang was also stunned when he saw this scene, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar son in front of him, he didn't know what to call for a while.

At the moment, he is wearing armor and stomach, like a fool.

Zhao Jia ignored him, reached out and took the assassin's sword, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, because the original owner once had a sword, which his mother had carefully prepared for him to be crowned in the future.

Pity.

The original owner's mother did not wait for that day, and even the sword broke, and since then, the original owner has never touched the sword again.

The sword was a sad object to him, so his father became more and more displeased with it, and felt that the original owner was weak and unworthy of cultivation.

The original owner is a tragic character, who keeps losing in his short life, until he has nothing, and finally his life is gone.

This is also the reason why everyone thinks that he is not good at martial arts.

He has never made a move at all, and the original owner's personality is not the type that likes to show off, and even because of his mother, he has a gentle and low-key temperament, not at all like a person who practices martial arts, and does not match the martial arts style of Zhao Guo.

But this does not mean that the strength of the original owner is very weak.

There are a few people who can open up the eight veins of the Qi Sutra and it is simple.

"You can't say anything, it's a waste of air for you to live."

Zhao Jia shook his head, forced the words to open his mouth, holding the sword with one hand, his movements were extremely skillful, as if he had practiced countless times, the palm was flipped, the blade of the sword was lightly slashed on his neck, and he let go, accompanied by the assassin falling to the ground, looking at the other killers, and at the same time, the blade was flicked lightly, and a few drops of bright red blood slipped down at the blade.

"Can you speak?"

Zhao Jia's eyes drooped slightly, and his tone became more and more flat, but compared with his tone, his mood became more and more irritable, maybe it was the first time to kill, or because of the stimulation of crossing and blood, his head was like congested, and he wanted to tear everything in front of him manically.

It's been a long time since I've felt this way, especially after stepping into society, the more I experience, the more edges and corners have gradually been smoothed out.

I used to be unaccustomed to things, but later I felt sparse and ordinary, and it was difficult to make waves in my heart anymore, and some were just indifferent.

This may be the difference between the first time and the umpteenth time.

The first time is always exciting.

"It seems that you won't."

Zhao Jia shook his head to himself, then raised his sword and pointed at the group of assassins, his tone suddenly turned cold: "Kill me with me, no one will be left!" ”

Although he is manic now, his brain is not bad, he can't do this kind of stupid behavior by himself picking up a group of people, not to mention that his current state is not very good, his internal breath has not yet recovered to the peak, and it is no problem to play a black hand, if he really lets him pick up so many people, then he has to consider running away.

With so many teammates around him, he can't do this kind of thing if he is a murderer.

Ever since he was in elementary school, he has understood one thing.

There is strength in numbers.

Especially when it comes to things like fighting, it's better not to rush to the front.

"Kill!"

The elites of the surrounding Zhao Kingdom were only stunned for a moment, and then shouted angrily in unison, without any hesitation, and followed Zhao Jia towards this group of killers, with Zhao Jia taking the lead, the momentum was stronger than before, I don't know how many times, it seemed to be venting the bitterness and grievances of being besieged and killed before.

Who likes to be pressed and beaten!

Zhao Jia incarnated as a head dog and began to harvest this group of killers, with this group of elite Zhao Guo who were not afraid of death, he was easier to kill, and there was almost no pressure.

As the fresh lives fell under the sword, Zhao Jia's emotions were almost vented.

I have to say.

Habit is an extremely scary thing.

Killing this kind of thing, the first time I feel irritable, but after killing more than a dozen people, that sense of irritability is gone, maybe this is the so-called debt is not pressing.

It's like owing money.

In such a troubled world, there are some things that Zhao Jia can't choose, because others will force him to choose.

Like this assassination.

What can he do when someone wants his life?

When Zhao Jia stopped, the group of killers had already been slaughtered.

Under the bleak moonlight, dozens of corpses covered the ground around them, and the strong smell of blood filled the air, which seemed to add a touch of blood to the moonlight.

"Whew~"

Zhao Jia breathed a long sigh of relief, the mist was fleeting in the cold wind, he looked at the blood-stained long sword in his hand, groaned a little, threw it on the ground casually, looked at Luo Jiang who was following him behind him, and said softly: "Please General Luo count the casualties." ”

"No!"

Luo Jiang replied, and at this moment he looked at Zhao Jia's gaze with a little more brilliance, and he was no longer as lifeless as before.

"I didn't expect to follow the locals so quickly, huh~"

Zhao Jia looked at the corpses around him and couldn't help but laugh at himself, because he didn't even have the slightest sense of disgust, let alone the so-called guilt.

He didn't leave a living mouth, because there was no need, with his current lonely power, even if he knew who was behind the scenes, he couldn't move, it was better to take this opportunity to knock on the group of people in Zhao State, at least let them not continue to cast their eyes on him.

What's more, this group of killers is obviously a specially trained death guard, and it is impossible to say what is behind the scenes.

"I don't know how much weight I still have in his mind."

Zhao Jia looked at the cool full moon in the sky and whispered to himself, no matter what he thought, in the territory of Zhao State, it depends on Zhao Wangyan's attitude.

For Zhao Wangyan, the original owner was already desperate.

As for Zhao Jia, who has read the history books, his evaluation of this king is more complicated.

This person's handling of private affairs is arbitrary and unscrupulous, but he still has the talent to govern the country and resist Qin, in the same era, it is much better than the rest of the countries, and it is the only one who can fight with Ying Zheng, but unfortunately the original owner's memory of this father is too vague, and resentment occupies most of it.

But it can also be understood that whoever changes can't stand the virtue of his own Lao Tzu.

Zhao Wangyan is not a good father, let alone running his own family.

After a while.

After Luo Jiang arranged everything, he walked to Zhao Jia's side and bowed, interrupting Zhao Jia's contemplation.

"How?"

"Sixteen were killed, twelve were slightly wounded, and... Six more people were seriously injured! ”

In this era, the seriously injured are either dead or maimed.

Zhao Jia's heart sank when he heard this, but he quickly thought that this battle was all sword wounds, and he might be able to save a few people, thinking of this, he used his consciousness to communicate with the library, looking for medical books for emergency treatment of trauma, and said to Luo Jiang: "Prepare spirits...... Forget it, take me to see the seriously injured first. ”

It's hard to say whether the ancient spirits can be used, and there are no medical equipment at the moment, let alone disinfection or something, so it's difficult for him to do anything even if he wants to.

Luo Jiang didn't ask the reason, and took Zhao Jia to the location where the injured person was.

It was freezing cold, and there were only two intact soldiers next to the fire, and they and the lightly injured were treating the wounds of others, and the ancient way of dealing with wounds was also extremely simple, sprinkle some medicinal powder, and the cloth strips would be over as soon as they were tied, and the rest depended on the will of God.

Some even burned the weapon red directly, burning the wound with a soldering iron, and Zhao Jia's brows jumped.

Those who have lived these years are ruthless!

The remaining six seriously injured people are also very miserable, even if they have the protection of the armor stomach, but in this world where martial arts exist, once the long sword is blessed by internal breath, the ordinary armor stomach cannot stop it at all.

Two of them were cut out of two horrific wounds in their lower abdomen, their intestines were exposed, and no one dealt with them, the picture was extremely terrifying, and they looked at the sky with numb eyes, obviously knowing that they would not survive.

One of his arms was cut off, and the remaining three were too many pure sword wounds.

"I've seen Childe!"

"I've seen Childe!"

……

Seeing Zhao Jia's arrival, these soldiers who treated their wounds hurriedly got up and saluted, and even those who were seriously injured wanted to get up and salute, but they were pressed down by Zhao Jia.

Zhao Jia looked at the most seriously injured people, and he was unsure, but he knew what he had to do now, otherwise several people would definitely die, he glanced at the gold wire on his robe, took it off without hesitation, and said to Luo Jiang on the side: "Is there any liquor?" ”

"Yes!"

Luo Jiang didn't understand what he meant, but as a soldier in the army, he knew to obey orders, so he turned around and took the liquor from a soldier and handed it to Zhao Jia.

This road is cold and snowy, how can there be no spirits.

Zhao Jia took the liquor and glanced at it without hope, but found that the liquor was crystal clear and a little too clean.

Ancient winemaking technology can reach this level?!

Zhao Jia was puzzled, but now it was not the time to care about this, he casually tore off the gold thread on the edge of his robe, looked at the two soldiers whose stomachs were cut, and said softly: "I know a little about medical skills, maybe I can save you, lie down and don't move." ”

After speaking, he began to move, first washed his hands with spirits, and then according to the records in the medical book, checked whether the exposed intestines were injured, one of them was lucky, the intestines were fine, and directly stuffed back according to the book, and then burned the gold wire with flames, and after a moment of sterilization, he intercepted some gold wire and sutured the wound.

At this time, there is no need for any methods, how convenient and how to come.

One person was dealt with quickly.

As for the other person, it is treated in the same way, but his intestines are partially damaged, and he can only be treated with spirits at the moment, and as for whether he can live, it depends on whether the other party's life is hard enough.

After dealing with all this, Zhao Jia found that the rest of the people were looking at him with a frightened gaze.

Even those seriously injured people are the same, they can't kill people too much, they are "tortured" like this, they are really worse than dead, if it weren't for Zhao Jia's special identity and their previous performance of martial arts, they would definitely resist.

It's really too "terrifying" in front of me.

"Your wounds can also be stitched up like this, the cloth bag has a gap, and if you stitch it up, it won't leak anything, and the same is true for people, if you want to die without bloodshed, treat it as soon as possible."

Zhao Jiayan said succinctly, and then got up to treat the wound of the seriously injured man with a broken arm.

In those years, the methods of bandaging wounds were too simple and crude, and he had to retreat them.

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, and in the end, perhaps because they believed that Zhao Jia would not play with so many of them, they began to stitch up their wounds under Zhao Jia's command.

By the time everything was taken care of, it was already late at night.

Zhao Jia called Luo Jiang and explained: "Let the lightly injured return to the nearest Zhao Guocheng with the seriously injured for treatment, and you can also go back and report our assassination." ”

He needed someone to poke things up and see his cheap father's attitude.

"But if I want to escort my son into Qin, how can I ......?"

Luo Jiang just wanted to say something, but was directly interrupted by Zhao Jia.

"You also know that I want to enter Qin as a hostage, thanks to your care all the way, this place is not far from Qin, you don't have to go with me, I will repair a book, explain it for you, there is a reason for it, presumably my father will not blame you."

Zhao Jia looked at Luo Jiang and said calmly.

This time to go to the Qin State, although he has some plans in his heart, but how to do it in the end, he has to take one step at a time, he has not yet figured out this era, he has to be careful with every step, naturally he doesn't want too many people around him.

He doesn't like to owe favors.

This is the fault of the previous life.

I may have to change it in this life, but I can't change it yet.

"The last general is willing to follow Childe!"

When Luo Jiang heard this, an impulse surged inexplicably in his heart, and he knelt directly on one knee, made a big salute to Zhao Jia, and said in a deep voice.

“… I'm just a deposed prince, and now I'm being sent to the Qin State as a hostage, why do you want to follow me. ”

Zhao Jia was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said slowly.

"The last general believes that Childe will not be like this forever!"

Luo Jiang said in a condensed voice, with Zhao Jia's strength and medical skills tonight, he believed that the other party would not always be a proton, compared to the prince Qian born after Zhao Guo's advocacy, he was more willing to follow the former prince Jia, whether it was righteousness or personal, Gongzi Jia was too much better than that prince Qian.

"If you are really willing to follow me, return to Zhao State first, complete this matter, how to stitch up the wound tonight, you should have seen the whole process, if this method is implemented in the army, it will be a great achievement, you can rely on this method to take refuge in Guo Kai, become his henchman, and then work hard to climb up."

In these years, only a high authority can have the right to speak, so that you can help me.

That's all I can do for you now, and it's up to you to go where you can go in the future. ”

Zhao Jia looked at Luo Jiang and said softly.

Luo Jiang's eyes flickered, and his face was cloudy for a while.

Zhao Jia didn't care what Luo Jiang thought, took off the last valuable artifact on his body, handed it to Luo Jiang, and said softly: "You can also take this hairpin back, and after selling it, the money will be used to subsidize the casualties tonight." ”

"The last general understands, Childe, your subordinates are waiting for you to return to China!"

When Luo Jiang heard this, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he clasped his fists again and saluted, his voice was extremely powerful, this time, he did not hesitate, he was willing to serve such a son.

People in this era are pretty cute, aren't they?

Zhao Jia nodded slightly and did not speak, because he might never return, and even become an enemy of Zhao State in the future, all of this is difficult to say.