The Nomadic Minister limped and waved the battle flag, and the surviving soldiers on top of the city rushed down to open the city gate. Mo Lingfeng walked at the front as when he came out, leading those who were still alive back to the fortress.
People standing behind Mo Lingfeng could see a short arrow nailed into the inside of Mo Lingfeng's right shoulder blade, but she was still holding the knife in her right hand, keeping her from falling.
She is the soul of Mo Jiajun, even if she only has one breath left, she must hold on.
The ground was muddy. She supported Yin Nan's hand and walked with a limp. Every step she took, the arrow shaft was rubbed and vibrated by the armor. The injured area was bloody and bloody, and she felt a bone-chilling pain.
Her entire back was covered in blood. In just a few steps, she was sweating profusely and sloppy. She stumbled, her face turned pale, and her soul was almost out of body in pain. Bursts of blackness.
After pausing for a moment, she took steps again and walked forward step by step.
After all the soldiers entered the fort, the suspension bridge and gates of the fort were not closed - the battlefield had to be cleaned up as soon as possible. The bodies of the Mo army were brought back and put in coffins, and the bodies of Jin Lu were burned on the spot to avoid causing the plague.
Yin Bei ran down from the top of the city. When he saw Mo Lingfeng was injured, he immediately took her from Yin Nan and carried her back to the camp: "Anan, go call the military doctor quickly."
Mo Lingfeng was tired and weak. He lay on Yin Bei's back and whispered, "How is the situation at the top of the city?"
Yin Bei replied: "General Zhong and Feng Fandu were killed in the battle, and more than half of the soldiers died in the battle."
"Go back and guard your brother." Mo Lingfeng couldn't even sigh. After giving instructions to Yin Bei, he called Nomad Qing again and asked him to keep an eye on cleaning up the battlefield. He asked Xiao Dou to go to the city to ask for a doctor and buy medicine for wounds. Coffin, then there is nothing to say.
A female military doctor came in a hurry, leaving Yin Nan alone in the house. She burned the realgar as big as a tung tree in a brazier, smoked the leg braces, clothing belts, and heads. Then she washed her hands, cut off the arrow shaft neatly, and cut it off. clothes, looking at Mo Lingfeng's back.
The seven-inch bow and arrow are short and the arrow cluster is small, but the upper end of the arrow is sharp and sharp, and there is a thorn-shaped iron groove in the middle, which can penetrate the armor and disappear into the body. At this time, the arrow has been completely submerged, and the wound is white and everted. , if it is pulled out forcibly, the barb will tear the wound completely, making it irreparable.
To remove the arrowhead, you can only cut open the wound with a knife, dig deep with your hands, and dig out the arrowhead.
The military doctor took half a penny of Dacao Wuxi powder, mixed it with warm wine, and asked Mo Lingfeng to take it. Then he gently touched the injured area. When he saw that Mo Lingfeng shook violently, but it did not relieve the pain, he frowned and added two more medicines. Let her take it.
After a while, the military doctor called again, but Mo Lingfeng was still in pain.
The grass is very poisonous, so no more medicine can be added. The military doctor gritted his teeth and said, "General, we can only take it by force."
Mo Lingfeng nodded, sweating heavily.
The military doctor had never taken out the seven-inch bow and arrow cluster. When he came forward with the knife, he hesitated. Mo Lingfeng quickly sensed her hesitation and reluctantly asked, "Not sure?"
"Yes, I have never taken an arrow like this before." Just as the military doctor was about to step forward, Zell's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "I can take it."
He patted the door: "I have taken it. The arrow clusters of the seven-inch bow are difficult to take. If you don't handle them well, you will be killed."
Mo Lingfeng had stars in his eyes and could no longer care about any male-female matters. He ordered Yin Nan: "Let him in."
"Yes." Yin Nan opened the door and let Zell in.
The person who was unscathed in this battle was Zell. When he walked into the house, his body was clean without even a trace of blood.
"Fumigate your clothes and clean your hands." The military doctor immediately instructed him to smoke his clothes, wash his hands and dry them, then sprayed the knife with spirits and handed it to Zell.
Zell grabbed the knife and looked at Mo Lingfeng with complicated eyes.
There was an old, light-colored injury on Mo Liefeng's back. The new, swollen and everted injury looked particularly dazzling, making her no longer have the strength to go crazy against him.
"Do it," Mo Lingfeng sneered impatiently, "I will die and you will be buried with me."
After saying that, she reached out and took the white muslin soaked in strong liquor, stuffed it into her mouth, and bit it tightly.
Zell swallowed, pointed the sharp knife at the wound, and made a slender cut downwards.
Mo Lingfeng lowered his head
, veins popped up on his forehead, he made fists with both hands and placed them on his thighs. He didn't make any sound, but he was sweating profusely and dripping wet.
The military doctor stood behind Zell, watching Zell's every move carefully and keeping in mind the method of taking the seven-inch bow and arrow cluster.
Zell made a vertical incision, then a horizontal incision, put down the knife, poured liquor on his hand, stretched out two fingers of his right hand, and stabbed into the wound.
He opened the flesh with his fingers, followed the arrow down, and touched the barb. He tore open the flesh inside the wound with two fingers, held the tips of the two barbs like hooks, and then hooked them upward with force. The arrow was drawn out!
Mo Lingfeng groaned, his whole body twitched, blood spattered, and his head fell on the table with a bang.
Zell dropped the arrow and went to wash his hands. The military doctor immediately opened the golden sore medicine and applied it thickly to the injured area.
Yin Nan stepped forward and took off the fine cloth from Mo Lingfeng's mouth. Zell came back with a layer of sweat on his back. He lifted the teapot, poured a cup of tea from an unknown age, and drank it in one gulp. , exhaled a foul breath.
Putting down the tea cup, he tilted his head to look at Mo Lingfeng, whose hands and feet were limp and lying on the table with his head sideways. He suddenly found that Mo Lingfeng was still awake.
She endured all the pain soberly and calmly, understood all her situations, and clearly saw the hidden meaning behind the suffering.
Zell's heart trembled suddenly.
He originally felt sorry for her, but at this moment the sympathy and pity in his heart trembled and disappeared, leaving only awe.
She is still the unkillable lunatic!
Mo Lingfeng raised his head, his face pale and his lips dry: "Water."
Zell quickly poured her a cup of tea and handed it to her hand. Mo Lingfeng drank it and waved gently: "Get out."
Zell rolled away silently. After the military doctor gave her the medicine, he wrote a prescription and went out to grab the medicine and boil it. Yin Nan helped Mo Lingfeng lie on the bed.
Pain swept over him. Mo Lingfeng tilted his head and saw that Yin Nan had also walked out. She was the only one left in the room, so he buried his head in his arms and choked with tears: "Brother, it hurts so much." .”
It hurts so much.
Dacaowu had little effect on her. When Zell attacked her, she was in so much pain that her soul was pressed against the Tianling Cap, and she wanted to fly out several times. However, she would never show fear in front of others. She only felt the pain when she was alone. Tears flowed.
With her eyes closed and a few tears shed, she fell into a deep sleep. Within half an hour, her back started to hurt.
Not only did it hurt, but my body felt like it was on fire, and the breath coming out of my mouth was burning.
She turned her head drowsily and looked towards the door.
The door was closed, bright skylight shone through the rhombus lattice, and the voices of voices came in from the outside.
The nomadic minister's voice was as sharp as if someone had stepped on his throat: "Close the city gate? This is not a human being! Leave us here to fend for ourselves!"
