After hearing what she said, Aunt Li couldn't stop crying: "My son! My son, wake up! My son can definitely be saved."
She saw Jiang Nuanzhi holding on to her as if seeing a life-saving straw.
"Doctor Jiang, Dr. Jiang, you must save my son, please save him."
"Auntie, let me go first! How can I save someone while you're holding me like this?" Jiang Nuanzhi pushed Aunt Li's hand away and squatted down to check Li Zhuzhu's wounds. Apparently, everyone had tried to tie a strip of cloth over the wound to stop the bleeding, but the bleeding still wouldn't stop. What's even more terrifying is that his legs are also blue-purple in color. Obviously, these people's knives are poisonous.
"Fat Ya, no matter how much money you want, please save him. Please save him. This is the only one in our family."
"Shut up, he's not dead yet." Jiang Nuanzhi said coldly: "Auntie, light a fire quickly and wrap him up with some clothes!"
Then, he immediately took out the silver needle and sealed the acupuncture points with three strokes. He also took anesthetic powder from the medicine box and sprinkled it on it. He took the needle and thread directly, pursed his lips and began to sew up his half-broken aorta.
"How is this possible?" Wu Banxian was one-eyed, and there was a long wound on his blind eye that spread across half of his face. At this time, the remaining cloudy old eye was staring at Jiang Nuanzhi, his expression full of silence.
"The bleeding has stopped, it has stopped!" Aunt Li took off her clothes and wrapped her son tightly. With trembling hands he tried to strike a fire with the flint. She tried several times to burn the clothes she had torn off but failed.
The next second, a fire certificate was handed over.
Li Rong gave the firewood to Aunt Li, and said with a cold expression: "Hurry up and get the firewood."
Then, one person was left to protect Jiang Nuanzhi, and he and others immediately stepped forward to help.
"Grandpa Jing, why are these people so difficult to deal with today?"
In front, Ping'er looked ugly, holding the dagger given to him by Jiang Nuanzhi. It's already stained with blood.
The little old man narrowed his eyes and said in a cold tone: "These are not refugees at all! I'm afraid they came to our home today!"
After finishing speaking, he pulled Ping'er behind him: "You are quite brave, kid. Go back quickly and protect your mother and younger brothers and sisters."
Ping'er's face was condensed: "Daddy is back. Nothing will happen at home. I'm here to help you!"
The little old man didn't say anything. He raised his knife and killed the two of them. He narrowed his eyes. These people were slippery and gave him little chance to use poison.
"Careful!"
As he said that, when he saw that the young man from the village who came to help was stabbed in the stomach with a knife, he suddenly shrank his pupils, squatted down, and tore the young man into pieces.
The fishy, salty smell filled the air instantly, mixed with heart-wrenching screams. It was like purgatory for a while. The cold voice of the little old man rang in his ears: "Anyone who dares to take a step forward will die!"
Obviously, this scene shocked the people on the other side.
"Oh, you've injured more than a dozen of my brothers! You, go back and call for help, I still don't believe that you can't chew this piece of meat and bones today!"
A man with a rough nature took a sip and said: "That stinky bitch, could you have lied to us! There are only old, weak, women and children in this family! When she comes back, I will pull out her skin!"
"Stop!" A thin middle-aged man said coldly. He was wearing a tiger-skin hat and had a pair of triangular eyes, which made one's whole body shiver just by looking at him. At that time, his eyes fell on Li Rong and his group opposite, and he finally said coldly: "Send the order, retreat!"
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"Brother!" The rough and arrogant man immediately clenched his fists: "If you go back like this, you are a coward!"
"At this time, take a long-term view, listen to my order, and retreat!"
After hearing this, the rude man spat fiercely: "Just retreat, I will kill them sooner or later!"
The next second, there was just a whooshing sound. Perhaps it was the instinct of many years of life and death, and the man subconsciously tilted his head to avoid it. Then, there was a sharp pain in the ear. I saw a long arrow piercing my ear. Shooting through the air into the snow ahead. The rough man's eyes were bloodshot, and a chill spread across his limbs for a moment. I turned around in fear, far away in the snow and fog. A figure in the distance raised his bow again.
"Brother, be careful! There are bows and arrows on the other side!"
The next second, his pupils shrank: "Fourth brother!"
Beside him, on top of a high horse, a young man fell directly into the snow. Look at the center of the bow and arrow.
"Damn it, I fought with him!"
"Stop, let's go!" The leading man said coldly again.
The rough man's eyes were blood red, and finally, with a look of hatred on his face, he ran away in a hurry. "They're scared! Chase after them!"
"No need to chase."
Li Rong put away his bow and arrows, frowned and looked around: "The snow is dangerous, I don't know the depth of the opponent, stay here to protect the village."
Then, he took a look at Ping'er and saw that he had no wounds. He exhaled and turned to look at the little old man.
"Old man, who do you think these people are?"
The little old man glanced at Li Rong and punched him: "You kid, you came back at the right time!"
Then, he glanced into the distance: "You must have been in the camp for many years and know better than me the style of these people. However, there are still a few fishermen in troubled waters, I don't know." After that, he raised his head towards a corpse. Lift your chin.
Li Rong's face didn't look good, and he obviously saw that these people were well-trained. I'm afraid the identity is not simple. Then he personally went to the corpse pointed by the little old man and inspected it. After getting up, he shook his head.
"There are no traces on his body. He looks like someone from Beijing."
After hearing this, the little old man exhaled faintly: "It doesn't matter who he is, I will kill him if he dares to come."
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"Ouch, I'm exhausted old man, Ah Nuan, Ah Nuan, I want to eat the pot! I want to eat two big boxes of meat!!"
Saying that, he wandered back.
"General, are you back?"
Li Rong frowned and thought when he heard this sentence.
Looking back subconsciously, he saw Xin Bo wiping the blood on his face and smiling heartily. When he came to him, he plopped down and knelt down: "General, the last general is fortunate to have lived up to his command. The barbarians have retreated. Yuguan Take it back!”
Li Rong was stunned for a second, his pupils shrank in the next second, and he immediately supported Xin Bo: "Xin Bo, what did you say?"
"General, what's wrong with you? I'm Asin. Why do you still call me Xin Bo?"
Xin Bo looked at Li Rong with admiration and smiled brightly.
Li Rong's eyes turned red for a moment: "Bo Xin, I am A Rong."
Yuguan had already been taken back when my father was a general.
"Are you confused? Isn't Arong there?" Xin Bo pointed at Ping'er with a smile.
"Grandpa Xin, I am Ping'er."
Ping'er stepped forward to support Xin Bo and said.
"Ping'er?" Xin Bo was confused: "Who is Ping'er?"
"Yes, this is another case of madness!" The little old man looked at him and struck at him with a knife.
Everyone stared at Xin Bo, Li Rong couldn't help but pursed his lips, and finally sighed. Want to hold someone up.
"What are the generals sighing for? Aren't you happy that we have recaptured Yuguan?" Xin Bo touched his neck and said in confusion.
Everyone: ".?"
The little old man blinked twice in embarrassment and glanced at his hands: "This old guy has great skills. I guess he needs to work harder."
The next second, he was about to take action again, but Li Rong immediately stopped him: "I won't bother you, but let An Nuan take a look."
"Yes, Ah Nuan, Ah Nuan, I want to eat hot pot!" After hearing this, the little old man immediately ran over to Jiang Nuanzhi.
Jiang Nuanzhi had already treated Li Zhuzhu's wounds and let him rest. The man was helping people stuff the exposed intestines back. At this moment, he saw the little old man who suddenly came over with an expectant look on his face. He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. (End of chapter)