"Concealed, cluster bombs!"
Ren Ning shouted urgently, and his body moved subconsciously. I didn't want to pull the wound on my body, and my eyes suddenly turned black in pain.
Biting his lower lip hard to stop his dizzy head, he forced himself to open his bloodshot eyes.
When Ren Ning saw the situation in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but be startled.
The withered yellow grassland is endless, and the hot northwest wind is blowing. It was as if the smoke and artillery fire before was just a dream.
The most important thing is that the person lying next to him is not a dead comrade, but a black war horse covered in bruises.
The horse is not dead yet.
"Chasing the wind?"
Ren Ning's head roared, and he unconsciously lowered his voice and shouted the name of the war horse.
Ahem!
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and his throat was even more burning, as if he had just swallowed a pile of hot coals.
Bah!
When the owner woke up, the collapsed war horse perked up and moved its front legs continuously.
Ren Ning's eyes narrowed slightly.
Zhui Feng's body was covered with shocking scars. Fire burns, knife wounds, arrow wounds and even ax wounds abound.
Some wounds have healed, while others are still bleeding.
In particular, there was a two-finger-wide wound, slashed diagonally from the horse's belly to its left hind leg, and dense white bones could be seen everywhere. Don't know how it survived.
He quickly glanced around and found nothing out of the ordinary. Ren Ning moved his hands slightly, preparing to pick the water hyacinth on his waist.
However, there were wounds everywhere on his body, and countless waves of severe pain hit him instantly.
His vision went dark and he almost fainted again.
After a while, the pain gradually subsided, and Ren Ning realized that his current body was no better than the war horse next to him.
His body was covered in scars and tattered like a doll that had been bitten by a wild dog. There was even a long arrow stuck deep in his thigh.
Accidental shaking will cause excruciating pain one after another.
Bah!
Zhui Feng, who was next to him, screamed vigorously and moved his front hooves again.
Ren Ning was stunned and squinted his eyes knowingly.
In an instant, a light white light swayed slightly not far away.
Taking a closer look, he suddenly shivered.
Lying in the grass was a two-meter-long prairie wolf, grinning widely and staring coldly at this side.
It's like a vulture in the sky waiting coldly for its prey to die.
The hint of white that I accidentally caught a glimpse of just now was the gray and dirty fur on the wolf's chest.
Ren Ning stared at it, not daring to blink.
Soon, he breathed a sigh of relief.
This is a scrawny lone wolf.
Eighty percent of them were expelled from the pack because they were weak or injured, and could only wander alone on the grassland.
But no matter what, it was still more than enough to take care of one of their seriously injured and dying people.
Talk about long time, real time is short.
Ren Ning's hand that originally reached for the water hyacinth immediately reached for the dagger at his waist.
He was startled.
His hands were empty, and the weapon stuck in his waist had long since disappeared.
Ren Ning screamed secretly, and even broke out in cold sweat.
He shook his head quickly, and the situation around him was instantly clear to his eyes.
There was a flat grassland around him. Not to mention that he didn't see his original weapons, not even a stone to hit people with.
Without any time to think, Ren Ning fell headlong to the ground without hesitation. His tongue hung out for a long time, and even his breathing became somewhat restrained.
However, his right hand stayed on his left leg near the arrow branch.
He was ready to play dead.
As long as the lone wolf dared to get close to his attack range, Ren Ning would be sure to use the last bit of his strength to pull out the arrow from his leg, stab it into the wolf's weak point, and send it to the west.
A few minutes passed, and the wolf did not move, still lying there coldly.
It seems that they are determined to wait until they take their last breath before they can boldly come over for a big meal.
Hold!
Ren Ning cursed secretly.
He has seen many cautious animals, but there are very few that are so cautious.
No wonder it can survive as a lone wolf in the dangerous prairie.
When the plan failed, Ren Ning gritted his teeth and got up again.
He wasn't prepared to wait any longer.
When he looked at his body just now, he saw it very clearly.
Among the many wounds on the body, some have been hastily bandaged; some have not, and the red and swollen wounds are exposed with flesh and flesh, just like fresh little mouths.
Most of these wounds were covered with some chewed green leaves.
With his heart moving, Ren Ning's eyes fell on Chai Feng's horse's mouth.
Sure enough, there were still a lot of green leaf residues left at the corner of the black horse's mouth.
It was just that the horse was tall and Zhui Fengkong had no ability to find medicine, but the wound on its back half couldn't be treated and it was still bleeding.
The war horse is now on the verge of death. If it continues to lose too much blood, it will definitely die.
Ren Ning couldn't wait any longer.
Perhaps it was because of time travel, or perhaps Zhui Feng found herbs in time to stop his bleeding, but his current situation was better than that of War Horse.
Clenching his fists, he staggered towards the wolf.
The arrow on the thigh was still stuck in the flesh and had not been removed. He swayed every time he took a step, causing him to hiss and gasp in pain.
However, Ren Ning walked towards the wolf step by step like an iron man.
It's just that the wolf is more timid and cautious than imagined.
Seeing Ren Ning staggering over, it turned its head and limped further away.
Ran?
Depend on!
Ren Ning cursed angrily and had to stop.
It soon dawned on him.
It turned out that the wolf's two hind legs had been bitten off, and he could only drag it behind him. There was also a big bulge on his waist, as if he had been hit hard by something hard.
Animals like wolves have always been like copper-headed and iron-boned tofu waist. This blow to the waist was probably so hard that it lost half of its life.
No wonder it still didn't dare to come over since there was no resistance on its side.
The danger is temporarily lifted.
After glaring at this cunning guy fiercely, Ren Ning ignored him.
Enduring the severe pain and itching, he quickly collected the leaf residue on his body and stuffed it all into the large wound behind the horse.
The effect of this unknown herbal medicine was very sharp. Almost instantly, the wound that was as big as two thumbs changed color, and the blood flow slowed down.
However, the dose is still too little.
Holding the wound tightly with his left hand, Ren Ning glanced at the lone wolf warily. Seeing that it had no intention of getting closer, he opened his eyes wide and tried hard to identify the leaves in his hands.
It is almost impossible to walk out on the vast grassland without a mount. Moreover, this is his own war horse, and he will never give up until the last second.
Ren Ning tried to identify the medicine and then planned to find the medicine himself.
At this sight, he was stunned.
Among the minced herbs in his hand, a green number suddenly appeared: 75.
What the hell?
Ren Ning shook his head hard, suspecting that there was something wrong with his eyes.
At this moment, he has sorted out his current situation.
This is a world similar to ancient China, and he is just a small scout in the Rock Frontier Fortress.
Most importantly, the digits of the digits in memory do not appear in any of the neighboring countries. Therefore 75 is more likely to be written seventy-five.
This is,
Goldfinger?
Ren Ning's heart skipped a beat.
It's just that the situation is urgent and I don't have time to figure out what 75 represents. He looked around quickly.
As his eyes moved, various numbers and corresponding colors kept rolling in front of him.
However, most of what I saw were ordinary weeds, and occasionally there were some weeds.
Therefore, there is always only a faint goose yellow color and the constant number 0 in front of me.
Not long after, my head began to hurt like pins and needles.
Is this an overuse of the brain, or a skill CD?
Ren Ning didn't dare to let up, biting her lower lip hard, and finally woke up from the pain.
one second,
Two seconds,
Three seconds...
Ten seconds.
Almost every second felt like someone was stabbing me in the head with a steel rod. It hurt so much that his eyes were bloodshot and his whole body was shaking.
When he could no longer hold on any longer, he was about to hug his head and cry. A flash of green, representing hope, flashed about three feet in front of Chai Feng's horse's head.
The Arabic numerals in front of me also changed directly from 0 to green 75.
found it!
Ren Ning breathed a sigh of relief.
Before falling down, holding his head with a splitting headache, he glared fiercely at the lone wolf over there.
The wolf had stood up and looked at them with twinkling eyes.
