Wang Qizhi sat cross-legged on the ground and fainted, and the nine purple dragons flew directly out of the warship, growing in size, directly covering the entire warship.

They guarded the ship like loyal guards, and anyone who came near them was knocked out by them. The people of the camp tried to launch several attacks to recapture Wang Qizhi, but they all failed, and finally had to give up.

At this time, the battle on the battlefield has reached a climax, although the land of Weidi is vast, there are many sects, and the people from the rivers and lakes who come to participate in the war are several percent more than those in Chudi, but they are tired all the way and do not adapt to the environment here, coupled with the addition of the people and sects of the people of the rivers and lakes of Jindi, they soon fell into a disadvantage.

The situation of the guards is not optimistic, these soldiers are mostly northerners, even after months of training, they are still unfamiliar with water warfare, and they are not adapted to the environment here, which has caused a plague, and the combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced, and many soldiers have been lost in this first battle.

Wei Meng stood on top of the ship in the rear, watching the battle situation and couldn't help frowning, if this continued, not only would he not be able to defeat the armies of the two places, but he would also lose more troops.

At this moment, a strategist suddenly stood up and said to Wei Meng: "Prime Minister, the battle situation is not favorable to us at this time, let's retreat!" When we get fit, it's not too late for us to attack. ”

After much hesitation, Wei Meng finally made up his mind to retreat.

Soon, the defending army and the people in the rivers and lakes received the order and began to drive the warship to retreat slowly, and the soldiers in Jin and Chu also suffered a lot of losses, so they did not dare to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and began to retreat with the warship.

Wei Meng commanded the warship to sail to the north bank of the Yangtze River, preparing to dock there.

At this time, the nine dragons had dissipated, and Jiang Yiyi and Wang Qi's companions flew into the warship, and they were very worried when they saw Wang Qizhi who was dying.

Seeing this situation, Jiang Yiyi hurriedly asked Erdan and Wu Anyi to set up a war ship and go to the camp, while she went to the doctor first.

When everyone returned to the camp, Jiang Yiyi and the old doctor had been waiting there for a long time, and they put the king back in the tent, and the old doctor began to check his pulse.

After a while, the old doctor finally spoke: "This young man is fine, but he has lost a lot of blood, and there is a lot of palm wind mixed in his body, so he fainted. ”

"But this is the first time I've seen such a tough body and meridians, if it were someone else, the meridians would have been torn apart by the palm wind in my body."

Jiang Yiyi looked at the old doctor and said, "How should I heal next?" ”

The old doctor stroked his beard and said unhurriedly, "It's very simple to heal this young man, you first strip the palm wind from his body, and leave the rest to me." ”

Jiang Yiyi didn't say a word, immediately helped Wang Qizhi up, sat cross-legged on the ground, and slowly entered the latter's body with his internal force along his arm, peeling off those palm winds little by little.

It's not a difficult task, but it's a meticulous job that requires a lot of patience.

At the same time, the old doctor took the water brought by Yan'er, sprinkled a packet of medicinal powder in it, stirred it evenly, and then began to use this potion to clean Wang Qizhi's wounds.

Then, the old doctor took out a thin needle, put it on the fire and roasted it evenly, took out another thin thread, and methodically began to stitch up Wang Qizhi's wound.

In less than a stick of incense, Wang Qizhi's wound had been stitched up, and Jiang Yiyi had already stripped off the last trace of palm wind.

The old doctor wrote down a prescription, put it next to Wang Qizhi, then slowly got up, hugged his fists at everyone, and said, "The old man won't stay here for long, and he will go to treat other wounded, so he will leave first." ”

Everyone hugged their fists and watched the old doctor leave.

In this battle, there were also a lot of casualties in Wumeng Mountain, so Yan'er and the others only left one person to take care of Wang and abandon him, and the rest all went to help take care of those injured disciples.

At this time, in the entire camp, there were already loud crying, and there were not a few people with broken legs and arms, and more than a dozen doctors from Wumengshan were treating these disciples day and night, and it was only three days later that these disciples were treated.

Jiang Yiyi has not closed her eyes in the past few days, and has been dealing with the wounded.

Jiang Yiyi sat in the middle tent, and below him sat three elders and several deacons.

Jiang Yiyi asked, "How about the casualties of our disciples?" ”

One of the deacons stood up, clasped his fist at Jiang Yiyi, and said, "One hundred disciples were killed in battle, more than one hundred disciples were seriously injured, and the remaining five hundred disciples were slightly injured. ”

Hearing this result, Jiang Yiyi frowned, he didn't expect that there would be so many casualties in the first battle, this person who defended the rivers and lakes was really powerful.

She looked at the deacon and continued to ask, "What about the casualties of the other sects?" ”

The deacon said, "No less than us." ”

Just as Jiang Yiyi was thinking, the four elders stood up and said, "What should we do with these injured disciples?" ”

Jiang Yiyi said: "Bring back the bodies of those sacrificed disciples, send them to their hometown for burial, and then give some pensions to their families." ”

"The seriously injured disciples were also sent back for treatment, and as for those lightly injured disciples, they are here for the time being, and they have recovered from their injuries and continue to participate in the next battle."

After the four elders sat down, another deacon got up and said, "The king has already given a large amount of money as a pension, should we give another one?" ”

Jiang Yiyi said to the deacon in a very affirmative tone: "The king belongs to the king, we are ours, and we can't be mixed up." ”

"Besides, an extra amount of money will bring great help to some poor families, and their children will not die in vain."

After arranging all this, Jiang Yiyi immediately visited the injured disciples in a big tent, and when they saw the arrival of the master, they were extremely excited, so that the head could show up in person, and their injuries were not in vain.

At this time, Wang Qizhi had woken up, but his injuries had not yet healed, and he could not move around to prevent the wound from cracking open again.

Qing'er was sitting in the tent waiting for Wang Qizhi, he was really a little unbearable, and said, "Sister Qing'er, you haven't closed your eyes for a few days, let's go back and rest!" ”

Qing'er shook her head and said, "No, Childe's injuries have not healed yet, and I can't leave yet." ”

Wang Qizhi sighed very helplessly, this sister Qing'er is good at everything, but she is too strong, once she decides something, she will not listen to anyone.

At this moment, two figures suddenly flashed into the tent, and as soon as he entered the tent, he cut off the world from the world, in case anyone noticed.

Wang Qizhi didn't have to think about it, it was Lu Jingzhi and his sister who came.

When he entered here a few days ago, Wang Qizhi found many people in the Relief Camp, and he was forced by his current status, so he didn't greet them.