"Young General, Yang Bing has entered the mountain, should we turn around and chase Wan Qike'er?" Lin Yan's guards asked.

Lin Yan glanced at the guards contemptuously: "What did the general order?" ”

Before the guards realized their mistake, they opened their mouths and said, "The general asked us to capture Yang Bing alive." ”

"Bang!" The guard's body fell straight out of the horse, falling to the ground and looking at Lin Yan with a frightened face.

"Then why are you chasing Wan Qi Ke'er?" Lin Yan had a faint smile on his face, but this smile was like the devil's eyes in the eyes of the guards.

"Listen, everyone, go into the mountains to search, people who want to see Yang Bing alive, and Yang Bing's corpse when they die!" Lin Yan said with a cold face.

"Yes!" The soldiers led by Lin Yan dismounted and entered the mountains where Yang Bing had fled in several groups.

At this moment, Yang Bing was riding a horse and walking on the mountain road with difficulty, the wound on his shoulder was constantly oozing blood, and Yang Bing's face was already pale.

After walking about two miles into the mountain, Yang Bing found a cave and took off his clothes, only to see a thumb-sized wound on his shoulder, and his back had been pierced by an arrow, and the arrow had long since fallen there.

"Hiss~" Yang Bing gritted his teeth, took out a palm-sized bottle from his waist, uncorked the bottle and poured the liquid inside on the wound, and instantly Yang Bing's face was blue in pain, and his eyes were bloodshot.

This bottle of liquid is a high-grade liquor refined by Yang Bing through distillation, although it does not reach the purity of alcohol, but it is enough to disinfect wounds.

After the wound was gone, Yang Bing tore off a piece of cloth, bandaged the wound, and wiped the cold sweat on his head: "Is it fate?" This was the case in my previous life, and in the end I died, and I don't know if this time I was alive or dead. ”

As it got getting late, Yang Bing couldn't hold on, and the eyelids of his eyes were heavy and couldn't be opened, but Yang Bing still managed to cover the entrance of the cave with trees before he fell asleep.

At this moment, in a cave not far from Yang Bing's cave, a white-haired old man with dozens of old and young women and children is hurrying towards this side, the white-haired old man is in the second prince Zhu Qi's military doctor Guan Shiru, since the first battle of Jincheng, Guan Shiru has seen Yang Bing's medical skills in surgery, and has secretly learned a lot, including the trick of disinfection.

Later, the second prince wanted to return to Kyoto, Guan Shiru asked the second prince for his life, to travel the world, cure the disease and save people, when the battle of Tongtian Pass was together, Guan Shiru came here alone.

Originally, the four princes sent him to flee with the refugees to a safe city for refuge, but when escorting the last batch of refugees, he was scattered by Tatar soldiers, and Guan Shiru led dozens of refugees to escape from the pursuit of the cavalry.

"Grandpa Guan, what are we going to eat tonight?" A thin little girl walked over to Guan Shiru and asked, although the clothes on her body were tattered and dirty, there was no pessimistic look on the little girl's face.

"Little flower, let's go, go pick wild vegetables with grandpa." Guan Shiru took Xiaohua's hand and said to the dozens of people behind him: "Everyone disperse, find something to eat here, and we will meet here in half an hour." ”

Guan Shiru's prestige among the refugees was very high, and most of the people got up to work after hearing Guan Shiru's words, some were looking for wild vegetables, some were collecting firewood, and only a few children and two women were left behind in the cave.

The two walked out of the cave, looking for something to eat, and walked towards the cave where Yang Bing was.

It may have been that he heard the voice of someone outside the cave, and the horse that Yang Bing was riding began to be restless, which Guan Shiru and Xiaohua were so frightened that they didn't dare to move, thinking that they were some fierce beasts, Guan Shiru stood in place and whispered to Xiaohua more than a dozen steps away: "Xiaohua! Don't move! ”

Xiaohua's position is facing the cave where Yang Bing is, the sky has completely darkened, Xiaohua can only see a huge black shadow is shaking at the mouth of the cave, but Guan Shiru can't see the situation at the entrance of the cave, if you can see it, you will definitely be able to recognize that this is a horse.

Xiaohua was too frightened to move at the moment, and two lines of tears slowly flowed down her cheeks: "Grandpa, I'm afraid." ”

The sound in the cave is getting louder and louder, Guan Shiru followed the sound and looked, only to see that there is a place on the rock wall, and the branches and weeds on it are constantly surging outward.

And at this moment in the cave, the war horse looked very irritable because it fell into complete darkness, but it was tied to a protruding rock by Yang Bing, and he could only keep stepping on the branches that Yang Bing used to hide at the entrance of the cave with his front hooves.

When Guan Shiru saw this, he was about to throw the torch in his hand, because he had heard that the bear was most afraid of fire, and as soon as he raised his hand to hold the torch, Guan Shiru heard the sound of gravel falling to the ground, and then a black shadow that was more than one person high rushed towards Xiaohua, and just when the black shadow was about to step on Xiaohuade, a figure in the cave rushed out.

At this moment, Guan Shiru saw clearly that the beast was a war horse, and then Guan Shiru saw that the figure rushed over and grabbed the reins of the horse, and pulled back desperately, but the horse was out of control, and a contest directly threw the figure away.

The horses continued to rush towards Xiaohua, but Xiaohua couldn't even cry anymore, and stood in place in a daze, Guan Shiru desperately shouted at her to run, so she also ran towards Xiaohua.

Guan Shiru hugged Xiaohua and fell to the ground, closed his eyes tightly, and said in his heart, it seems that he is going to die here today.

Suddenly, there was a "Bang!" sound in the jungle. There was a bang, and then the horse fell to the ground with a bang.

When Guan Shiru opened his eyes, the horse was already out of breath, and he took a torch to take a look, only to see a finger-sized bloody hole appear in the back of the horse's head.

The other refugees heard the voice and rushed over: "Mr. Guan, what's wrong?" You okay? “

Guan Shiru shook his head: "It's okay, look at Xiaohua, this kid is scared." Guan Shiru looked at the little flower in his arms.

The little girl was now staring with her eyes blank, neither speaking nor crying, just looking straight ahead.

A middle-aged woman came over and hugged Xiaohua, and said distressedly: "Poor child, I have no father and mother, and now I am scared like this again." ”

Several young men came over and picked up Guan Shiru: "Mr. Guan, how can there be war horses here?" ”

Hearing the young man's words, Guan Shiru remembered that there was a figure who saved them just now.

"There's a guy here!" Not far away, a slow-walking old lady shouted with a cane.

Guan Shiru and everyone ran over and took a look at the torches: "This is a deserter, right?" A young man said when he saw that Yang Bing was not wearing a military uniform.

Guan Shiru followed the light of the torch and looked at this person's face: "General Yang! Quick, carry him back! ”

When a few young people saw Guan Shiru saying that he was a general, they hurriedly came over to lift Yang Bing.

Suddenly, Yang Bing opened his eyes, and one hand grabbed the wrist of one of them tightly, and his bloodshot eyes stared at each other.

The young man cried out in pain: "Ah! Let go! Yes! ”

Guan Shiru hurriedly walked over: "General Yang, it's me, Guan Shiru." ”

Yang Bing turned his head and glanced at Guan Shiru, the strength in his hand was reduced, and he slowly let go of his hand, the young man dodged to the side, looked down and looked at his wrist, which had been held by Yang Bing into blue and purple, and the young man said in his heart How can this person's hand strength be so great!

Yang Bing was already unconscious at the moment, just when the horse was restless in the cave, he had already woken up, just in time to catch up with the horse to break free from the restraints and rush to the outside of the cave, Yang Bing saw the little girl named Xiaohua through the moonlight, instinctively rushed out and grabbed the reins of the horse, but after all, Yang Bing was injured and was thrown out by the war horse, and at the moment when the horse was about to trample the little girl to death, Yang Bing pulled the trigger of the arm guard.

Yang Bing's grip on the young man's wrist just now was also a sequelae left over from the training in his previous life, even if his consciousness was blurred, his body could still make an instinctive defense.

After seeing that the person in front of him was Guan Shiru, Yang Bing closed his eyes and fainted, the injury was not light, coupled with excessive blood loss, and was thrown out by the war horse, Yang Bing had reached the limit.

Everyone carried Yang Bing back to the cave, and the young men worked together to carry the corpse of the war horse that was killed by Yang Bing back to the cave.

Guan Shiru glanced at Yang Bing's wound, which was originally just a small arrow wound, but he had just been torn by Crazy Horse, and the wound was completely cracked.

Reaching out and touching Yang Bing's forehead, Guan Shiru breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately there was no fever, otherwise here, Yang Bing might really be powerless.

Guan Shiru asked someone to bring needles and threads, put the needles on the torch and roasted them, which was also the disinfection method given to him by Yang Bing, he could use fire without wine, and put the thread to suture the wound into the high wine he carried with him and soaked it.

"Grab the torch." Guan Shiru instructed the person with the torch on the side, and then began to stitch up Yang Bing's wound.

Yang Bing only felt that he was dreaming at the moment, in the dream he was wearing a special operations suit, holding a three-edged thorn in his hand, and he was crazy shuttling in the rainforest alone, and from time to time enemies attacked him, and he also solved these enemies one by one.

But when he saw the corpse of the enemy, he was surprised to find that the other party was wearing the costume of an ancient soldier, and even an enemy wearing animal skins and riding war horses.

Yang Bing suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and then a woman's face appeared in front of his eyes, shouting at him: "Don't talk nonsense, let's go!" ”

In an instant, the picture turned again, and I saw a man dressed in ancient costume riding on horseback, and shot an arrow at him with a cold face.

Then Yang Bing suddenly remembered what he had crossed, and looked down to see that the special operations suit on his body had also become the clothing of the ancients, and an arrow feather appeared on his shoulder, and then there was a heart-piercing pain.

"Ugh! Yes! In the cave, Yang Bing closed his eyes tightly, the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat, Guan Shiru was sewing up the injury for him, and with the end of the last stitch, Guan Shiru breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, it's finally over." ”

Yang Bing's frowning brows gradually eased, and his breathing gradually stabilized.