"Crow..."

Sunset twilight man emaciated,

Withered blood eats the heart*.

The royal marshal flag was damaged, wavering, and the army's spirit was shattered.

The situation in Yumu Village may also wish to let more...

"Haoren, you go and get some hemostatic herbs. ”

"Okay, I'll go. ”

"Thank you, more?"

"Still uncomfortable..."

The stench was difficult to clean, and the shocking corpses were carried away by the invigilators one after another, leaving wisps of black-red blood to form a stream and gather into pools of blood, reflecting the last red light of the setting sun. Annoying flies come across thousands of miles of mountains and forests, flying and circling in filth and black blood.

Xia Xun ordered people to boil a lot of tonic herbs into a soup, and after the northerners took the decoction, their blood recovered slightly, and the pain caused by the poison was reduced a little. But the shriveled body is still difficult to regain strength, and even if you go to a pit, you have to be supported by someone to barely move. The suffering is deep, and it is difficult to move an inch at home and abroad. At this time, the internal situation of Yumu Village is the same as Bai Lingyun's speculation, and it is impossible to have the strength to fight again. If the royal army attacked at this time, these paralyzed warriors in the north would definitely die.

Fortunately, Li Jiancheng's suspicion was heavy enough.

It's so heavy that it wastes an opportunity to kill Xia Xun.

So that soon after, he was almost so angry that he vomited blood and died.

"Quickly boil the water, and all these wounds will be cleaned. ”

"Dushao, no one boils water by hand..."

"Eh, then I'll burn it. ”

By the North River, the clouds are miserable.

The wounded patient leans and curls up on the grass, like a corpse lying on the ground, in pain*. Candidates, who can still move freely, help to bandage the wounds of the injured and feel uneasy. Xiahou's expression was particularly worried, since the northerners returned from the fight, he hid in the crowd and clasped his hands indiscriminately, and did not dare to squeak for a long time. The little monk took the fat monk to sit in front of the handsome tent, folded his hands, and chanted the scriptures of the transcendent death. It's just that the sound of the Buddha of compassion can't dispel the tragedy of Shura's purgatory, nor does it take away the weirdness mixed in the tragic atmosphere.

weird, stems from Xia Xun's attitude.

The northerners won a tragic victory, in addition to the most basic deterrent effect, repelled the royal army, and saved Yumu Village from fire and water, only the devastated position remained, and the scarred 300 remnants of the soldiers, the combat power of Yumu Village can be described as unprecedentedly weak. But Xia Xun was still unmoved, still holding his spoon by the river, but replaced the original meal with a bitter decoction. It had been an hour since the northerner returned, and he had not ordered anyone to go to the East and West Mountains on guard, nor had he asked about the blood pill, as if he wanted to keep himself out of the matter. However, from his gloomy and almost distorted countenance, anyone could tell that the depression in his heart was on the verge of anger. This just proves that the current matter is completely beyond Xia Xun's control, otherwise his emotions would not have fluctuated so much.

Xia Xun has always been a gentle and elegant person. He will be troubled by difficulties and distressed by disadvantages, but he will rarely be as angry as he is now. Therefore, even Mo Xian didn't dare to provoke his fire at this time. Therefore, the atmosphere of Yumu Village is also miserable, mixed with silence and dullness and gradually becomes weird...

The sun set, and Hongxia gave the last of its warmth to the night.

The soup boiled in the iron pot was replaced with minced meat and fine rice one after another.

The rice is mixed with clear water to create a different fragrance, and the rising white mist slightly dissipates the cold of the night wind, making people find a rare peace in the restlessness. A scoop of water, a bowl of white porridge, a few slices of lean meat, and a few green onions, that is the long-lost blandness. Looking at the plain and light being served in the bowl, people seem to have left the square inch and returned to their normal days. There was no killing, no haze, and the sun just shone in the ordinary air.

Plain is bliss.

"Chirp..."

By the North River, by the campfire.

The sorrow condensed for a long time, and the bitterness dissolved into three points, and it seemed to have made a decision.

Xia Xun took the wooden bowl, put away the kitchen utensils, and walked slowly to Lei Meng's side.

He didn't rush to speak, just carefully placed the wooden bowl on the ground. Squatted down, gently pressed one hand on Lei Meng's wrist, and at the same time took the sweat towel next to the mattress with the other hand, and carefully wiped away the sweat caused by the pain. Lei Meng was weak and tired. But when he knew that someone was approaching, he still tried to keep his eyes open. It could be seen that the person was Xia Xun, and his painful face couldn't help but feel a lot of guilt.

Xia Xun's wisdom can be called a national warrior.

Lei Meng knew that there were some things that he couldn't hide after all.

"When did you know?" asked Raymond weakly.

Xia Xun quietly took his pulse and was cold: "I never knew." ”

“......”

Lei Meng was stunned.

He obviously didn't expect Xia Xun to speak like this.

It turned out that he never knew that the northerner had blood pills on his body.

"Do you have anything else to offer?"

"Yes. ”

Lei Meng asked, Xia Xun did not evade, and in front of dozens of people around him, he directly admitted Lei Meng's question: "Today's hard battle is all in my budget and that of Dushao." The royal family has been fighting for several days, and it has long been impatient, our army has collapsed in attack and defense, and it is in danger, and Li Jiancheng will inevitably swallow his army in a hurry for quick success. So last night I asked the little master to help. He also agreed to my request, and as long as it did not hurt anyone's life, he would do everything in his power to help. ”

"Did this work?"

Lei Meng was still puzzled, forcibly took a breath, and asked weakly: "Sun Wukong ranks third in Tiangang, and his strength must be above me and Mo Xian." But two fists are invincible to four hands, how can he repel the thousands of troops of the royal family with the strength of one person?"

"Of course he can't. ”

Xia Xun withdrew the palm of the pulse, probed the vein of Lei Meng's neck, threw the sweat towel aside, and said again: "But he doesn't need to repel the enemy." He only needs to help me resist the royal attack for half an hour. ”

“......”

Lei Meng was even more puzzled.

And at this point, Xia Xun obviously has foreshadowing.

Xiahou, Bai Xiu and others looked sideways, even the northerners who were lying on the grass pile tried to open their eyes.

Lei Meng asked again: "What's the use of resisting half an hour?"

Xia Xun asked lightly: "Have you forgotten that I still have a backhand?"

"Backhand?"

Lei Meng's eyelids jumped, and he suddenly woke up: "Gu Fan, no trace!"

Lei Meng was shocked and pulled his internal injuries, and his face turned blue.

Xia Xun nodded lightly, and at the same time reached out and patted his chest: "It's them." ”

After a pause, Xia Xun murmured regretfully: "Since the opening of the exam, Gu Fan and Wuxian have been hiding in the back of the royal camp. Although I can't call on them, they are willing to help me. And there is only one thing I ask them to do, the driver is decapitated. Today, the imperial army and Li Yuanba have been introduced by us into Yumu Village, and there are less than 100 people left in the royal army. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. At the time of the overturn, the victory ticket was in hand, and with Li Jiancheng's proud personality, he would inevitably go deep into Yumu Village to mock me......"