Nomad Qing limped and waved the battle flag, the surviving soldiers at the head of the city ran down to open the city gate, and Mo Lingfeng walked in the forefront as when he came out, leading the people who were still alive back to the fortress.

The person standing behind Mo Lingfeng could see a short arrow driven into the inside of Mo Lingfeng's right shoulder blade, but she was still holding a knife in her right hand, holding on to it.

She is the soul of the Mo family, even if there is only one breath left, she has to hold on.

The ground was muddy, she held Yin Nan's hand, and she walked with a limp, and with every step, the arrow shaft was shaken by the friction of the iron armor, and the flesh and blood of the wound were blurred, and the pain was piercing.

The whole back was stuck with blood, just a few steps, she walked sweating profusely, dragging mud and water, she tripped under her feet, she stumbled, her face turned pale when she landed, the painful soul was almost out of her body, and her eyes were black.

After a moment's pause, she resumed her steps and walked forward.

After all the soldiers entered the fortress, the drawbridge and door hole of the fortress were never closed - the battlefield had to be cleaned up as soon as possible, the corpses of the Mo family army were brought back to the coffins, and the corpses of the Jin prisoners were burned on the spot to avoid causing plague.

Yin Bei ran down from the city, and when he saw that Mo Lingfeng was injured, he immediately took her from Yin Nan's hands and carried her back to the camp: "Anan, go and call the military doctor."

Mo Lingfeng was tired and weak, lying on Yin Bei's back, and whispered, "How is the situation at the head of the city?"

Yin Bei replied, "General Chong and Feng Fan were all killed in battle, and more than half of the soldiers were killed in battle."

"Go back and guard my brother." Mo Lingfeng couldn't even sigh, and after instructing Yin Bei, he called out to Nomad Qing again, asking him to stare at cleaning the battlefield, and let Xiao Dou go into the city to ask for a doctor, buy knife medicine and coffins, and he had nothing to say.

A female military doctor came in a hurry, leaving only Yin Nan in the house, burned the realgar the size of Tongzi into the brazier, smoked the foot bandage, clothes belt, and leader, and then washed her hands, simply cut off the arrow shaft, cut off her clothes, and looked at Mo Lingfeng's back.

The seven-inch bow and arrow are short, the arrow cluster is small, but the upper end of the arrow is sharp and sharp, and the middle end has a tribulus-shaped iron groove, which can penetrate the iron armor and sink into the body.

To take the arrow, you can only cut the wound with a knife, go deep with your hand, and dig out the arrow.

The military doctor took half a penny of the grass and black powder, mixed it with warm wine, and asked Mo Lingfeng to take it, and then lightly touched the injury, seeing that Mo Lingfeng shook violently, but the pain was not relieved, his brows were furrowed, and he added two more points of medicine for her to take.

After a while, the military doctor was on time again, and Mo Lingfeng was still in pain.

The grass is very poisonous, and it can't be remedicated, so the military doctor gritted his teeth and said, "General, you can only take it hard."

Mo Yefeng nodded, dripping a big drop of cold sweat.

The military doctor had never taken a seven-inch bow and arrow cluster, and when he stepped forward with a knife, he hesitated, and Mo Lingfeng quickly sensed her hesitation, and asked reluctantly, "Not sure?"

"Yes, I haven't taken any of these arrows." The military doctor was about to step forward when Zell's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "I will take it."

He tapped on the door: "I have taken it, the arrow cluster of the seven-inch bow is not easy to take, and if it is not good, it will be fatal."

Mo Lingfeng was already starring, and he couldn't care about any men and women anymore, so he ordered Yin Nan: "Let him in."

"Yes." Yin Nan opened the door and let Zell in.

The man who was unscathed in this battle was Zell, and when he walked into the house, his body was clean and there was not even a single blood stain.

"Smoked garments, clean hands." The medic immediately instructed him to clean his clothes, wash his hands and dry them, and then spray the knife with strong liquor and put it in Zell's hands.

Zell grabbed the knife and looked at Mo Leaf with a complicated gaze.

Mo Yefeng also had a light-colored old wound on her back, and the new wound that was swollen and turned out at this time looked particularly dazzling, making her no longer have the strength to go crazy at him.

"Do it," Mo Lingfeng sneered impatiently, "I'm dead, and you'll be buried."

With that, she reached out and took the white muslin soaked in spirits, stuffed it into her mouth, and bit it tightly.

Zell swallowed a mouthful of saliva and aimed his sharp knife at the wound, cutting a slender slit downward.

Mo Lingfeng lowered his head

, green tendons erupted on his forehead, his hands were clenched into fists, and he put them on his thighs, without making any sound, just sweating like pulp and dripping.

The military doctor stood behind Zel, carefully watching Zel's every move, and wanted to keep in mind the seven-inch bow and arrow clustering method.

Zell made a vertical and horizontal incision, put down the knife, poured liquor on his hand, stretched out two fingers of his right hand, and stabbed into the wound.

The fingers stretched open the flesh, followed the arrow down, and kept touching the barb, and the two fingers tore the flesh inside the wound, like a hook against the tips of the two barbs, and then hooked up hard, hooking the arrow out raw!

Mo Lingfeng snorted, and the whole person twitched, blood splattered, and his head fell on the table with a "bang".

Zell dropped the arrow to wash his hands, and the medic immediately opened the gold sore medicine and applied it thickly to the wound.

Yin Nan stepped forward to take off the muslin cloth in Mo Lingfeng's mouth, Zell washed his hands and came back, a layer of sweat appeared on his back, the tight strings were slightly relaxed, he lifted the teapot, poured a cup of tea at some point, took a sip of his stomach, and exhaled a mouthful of turbidity.

Putting down the teacup, he tilted his head to look at Mo Lingfeng, who was lying on the table with his hands and feet weak and his head sideways, and suddenly found that Mo Lingfeng was still awake.

She endured all the pain soberly and calmly, understood all her situation, and saw the hidden meaning behind the suffering.

Zell's heart shuddered.

He was still hurting her, but at this time, the sympathy and pity in his heart disappeared, and only awe remained.

She's still the madman who can't be killed!

Mo Lingfeng raised his head, his face turned white, and his lips were dry: "Water."

Zell hurriedly poured her a cup of tea and handed it to her, Mo Le drank it and waved softly: "Get out."

Zeer rolled silently, and after the military doctor gave her good medicine, he prescribed a prescription and went out to grab the medicine and decoction, and Yin Nan helped Mo Lingfeng to lie on the bed.

The pain swept over, Mo Lingfeng tilted his head sideways, and saw that Yin Nan also walked out, and she was the only one left in the room, so he buried his head in the crook of his arm and choked with tears in his eyes: "Brother, it hurts so much."

It hurts so much.

Da Caowu didn't have much effect on her, when Zell did it, she died in pain, her soul was attached to the heavenly spirit cover, and she wanted to fly out several times, but in front of others, she refused to show her timidity, and only when she was alone, she had tears of pain.

With a few tears in her eyes closed, she fell into a deep sleep, and in less than half an hour, her back was on fire and aching.

Not only does it hurt, but the body is also like fire, and the breath that comes out of the mouth is scorching.

She groggily turned her head and looked at the door.

The door was closed, and the bright sky light came through the rhombus lattice, and the voice of speech came in from the outside.

Nomad Qing's voice was as sharp as someone had stepped on his throat: "Close the city gate? This is not a person! Leave us here to fend for ourselves!"