Han Changmu understood. It turned out to be a life-saving grace. He did not want to repay the life-saving grace, but just wanted to recognize a girl. How could he refuse to agree? This was a wish.
He nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: "It's A Yao's good fortune that Xu Guards likes A Yao. Xu Guards just does what he wants. I'm happy to see it come to fruition."
"This relationship is good. Xu has no brothers or sisters, and his parents died early. If Ayao doesn't dislike you, he will treat you as his own sister and will never let anyone bully you." Xu Xiang understood the tension around his waist. The jade pendant was thrust into Yao Yao's hand.
Yao Yao is accustomed to climbing along the pole. He is a fool not to take advantage of it. He naturally smiles and carefree.
In this way, after Yao Yao fought a battle, he inexplicably gained an older brother, a jade pendant with fine quality and meticulous workmanship, and even more inexplicably gained Xu Xiangli's promise.
After some cleaning up, the casualties of the garrison were safely settled.
The head soldier brought steaming jade-tip noodles. The noodles were chewy and chewy, and there were a variety of toppings, including seven or eight kinds.
It seems that the Turks have retreated, and the leader of the army also remembered the saying that food is the most important thing for the people.
Everyone sat down in the fort, each holding a bowl of jade-pointed noodles.
The hot breath is dense, making people's temples slightly damp.
Xu Xiangli ate very quickly and was not very polite. While eating, he said: "The garrison suffered heavy casualties this time. The casualties of the Fifth Beacon are not bad, but the casualties of the garrison brought by Brother Zhu are not small. We have just counted them , the garrison brought by the brothers, six were seriously injured, eight were slightly injured, and eleven were killed."
When this list of people was mentioned, Zhu Rong was also startled and gasped.
He concentrated for a moment and said with a smile: "Brother Xu, I will report the casualties of Shuangquan Feng and Wushan Feng's garrison. I will write the military report. There will be no problem."
Xu Xiangli nodded. Zhu Rong had a good personal relationship with Deputy Lieutenant Wang Cong of the Yumen Army. They had been brothers for more than ten years. With Wang Cong working in the army, this incident would not have any impact on Zhu Rong.
Chen Yanxuan smiled lightly and said, "Guard Xu doesn't have to worry about me here."
Xu Xiangli nodded. He didn't have a deep personal relationship with Chen Yanxuan. Every time they met, they were just acquaintances. But he could say this, and he had some confidence.
However, favors are always owed and must be repaid sooner or later.
He saluted again and thanked him: "Brother Chen, if you come to me, Xu Xiang, for help, I will go through fire and water and never refuse."
The two looked at each other and laughed.
After dealing with the thorny military disputes, Xu Xiang finally felt a little more at ease.
This was a military matter. Han Changmu and others had no right to speak, so they all ate jade noodles in silence.
Without the danger of being besieged by Turkic cavalry, the atmosphere in the fort became much more relaxed, and several people were in the mood to chat and laugh.
At this moment, a garrison rushed in in panic, saluted hastily, and said in a hasty voice: "Garrison officer, that man's condition is not very good."
Xu Xiangli's expression suddenly changed, he stood up and staggered: "What, something is not good, isn't his injury already getting better?"
The garrison shook his head blankly: "I don't know, but the man suddenly vomited blood just now and his breath is very weak now."
Han Changmu's eyes flashed, and he suddenly said: "Guard Xu, is it him?"
Xu Xiangli nodded: "Yes, that's him."
Han Changmu had already thought about the crossbow. His mind moved and he raised his lips and smiled: "Guard Xu, I have some medical skills. If the guard can trust me, let me go and have a look."
Although this matter is of great importance, after life and death, there is nothing that cannot be trusted.
Xu Xiangli nodded without hesitation: "Okay, let's go together."
In this way, the group of people walked towards the underground warehouse.
Han Changmu had already entered the underground warehouse under the fort, but he did not expect that there was a cave in the underground warehouse.
Xu Xiangli led a few people through the secret passage hidden underground and walked in a winding way to a dark room.
He reached out and patted the wall a few times as if aimlessly.
There was a creaking sound, like a gust of wind, hovering in the barn.
A wall turned, revealing a narrow crack in the door.
The lights were brightly lit in the dark room, and the smell of blood and the bitter smell of medicine came out.
As several people walked in, a wave of heat hit their faces.
The fire kang was burning extremely brightly and warmly. There was a thin man lying on it. His skinny hands were hanging on the edge of the kang. If it weren't for the faint and invisible rise and fall in his chest, people would almost think that he was dead.
Several people subconsciously held their breath, relaxed their hands and feet, and slowly walked closer.
Xu Xiangli looked solemn and nodded towards Han Changmu.
Han Changmu took the man's hand, checked his pulse, his face darkened, and he said slowly: "His condition is indeed not good." He turned his head and looked deeply at Xu Xiangli, his voice was slightly cold: "Xu Guardsman, did he have any symptoms before he fell into coma? Hand over the manufacturing diagram of the crossbow."
Xu Xiangli slowly shook his head: "No, he didn't bring anything with him when he came." He paused slightly, recalling those turbulent years, with a serious and solemn expression: "Han Changshi may not know, but we , have received strict training, and will keep everything in mind, and will never carry a piece of paper with them."
Han Changmu nodded heavily. He had guessed the result, so he could only try to make this person wake up and let him open his mouth, so as not to let the secret be brought into the coffin.
It would be a waste of money to carry such a shocking secret into a coffin.
He was quiet for a moment and said coldly: "Guard Xu, if he keeps lying quietly like a living dead, it will be of no use, so why not let him wake up and tell the secret."
Xu Xiangli fell silent.
He knew what Han Changmu meant, but understanding was one thing and being willing was another.
His heart is not cruel enough, and he is unwilling to do that.
There is a fundamental difference in the result between slowly recovering and waking up and telling the secret, and forcefully waking up and telling the secret in one breath.
But what if this person can't wake up, and no matter how much he rests, it won't help?
He couldn't be so cold-blooded and trade his life for a secret.
He slowly looked at the thin man and felt a dull pain in his heart.
Ten years ago, they trained together and entered the Turks together, and they have not seen each other since.
When they met again ten years later, Xu Xiangli didn't even know his name, only his pseudonym, but he wanted to take his life with his own hands.
He struggled for a long time and finally made a difficult decision. His face was gloomy, as if a heavy rain was about to fall at any time. His lips were trembling so much that his voice was shaking: "Brother Han, if we force him to wake up, Isn’t it true that he will die soon?”
Han Changmu pursed his lips and nodded slightly: "Acupuncture combined with decoction can wake him up, but this method of using decoction and acupuncture to prolong life will not keep him awake for a long time, only about half an hour. He will die of exhaustion."
This was said so calmly that several people took a breath.
But as he lay like this, sooner or later he would die with his secret.
Xu Xiangli clenched his fists subconsciously, resisting the dull pain in his heart, and spoke slowly: "Then, please ask Brother Han to prescribe acupuncture."
After deciding the matter, Han Changmu took Yao Yao to prescribe the medicine.
Zhu Rong's face was a little gloomy. He didn't know whether it was because he was tired from fighting the enemy, or because he felt sad when facing that man. He guarded the man on the fire bed, thought for a long time, and then sighed: "Brother Xu, Is he really going to die?"
Xu Xiangli also sighed and let out the turbid air he was holding in his heart. His face was full of sadness: "I'm afraid it's enough."
Zhu Rong stared silently.
He naturally knew how important chariots and crossbows were to the army. If the border garrison had chariots and crossbows, the Turks would no longer dare to harass them so unscrupulously, or even attack cities and seize territory.
Trading a human life for future border stability is a choice everyone knows.
Han Changmu wrote down prescriptions, which were commonly used medicines in the army, and they were all prepared on the fifth beacon day.
It's just that the old ginseng is hanging on for dear life, because it is too valuable, and there is no suitable one in the fifth beacon.
Han Changmu took out the ginseng he brought with him, cut it into two small pieces and weighed it.
After grabbing the medicine according to the prescription, Yao Yao stared at the medicine jar and fanned the stove fire.
She raised her eyes and looked at Han Changmu. Heat was steaming in the kitchen. His face was a little hazy, but his expression was solemn, as if he was regretting the life that would soon pass away.
Her heart shook.
This is wrong, he is obviously not such a kind-hearted person, and he does not have a compassionate heart.
She tilted her head, a little confused: "Sir, are you feeling pity for that person?"
Han Changmu came back to his senses, frowned and said, "I just think there's something wrong with his injury."
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment.
Han Changmu continued: "If he had been so seriously injured at the beginning, he would not have been able to escape from Turks to the Fifth Feng. But if the injury was not serious at the beginning, he would have been treated and nursed back to health in the Fifth Feng. Even if it doesn't heal for a while, it won't be as serious as it is now, so serious that it will almost kill you."
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment, and while fanning the stove, he hesitated and said, "What if he was injured again outside the Fifth Beacon?"
Han Changmu shook his head: "Maybe." He looked at the medicine jar. The fragrance of the medicine had overflowed, and it smelled particularly bitter.
He nodded and said: "Okay, pour it out."
Yao Yao felt strange while pouring the medicinal soup.
Han Changmu has a personal entourage, and Meng Sui is next to her. When she was the only one following Han Changmu, she could only do the work of serving tea, pouring water and boiling medicine, but now he has joined his personal entourage, why? And let her do such a thing.
The problem is that when he asked her to do it, she not only did not refuse, but actually did it very smoothly.
As if he was used to it.
It’s not a good sign to wait on others and become a habit.
She asked boldly: "Master, why don't you let Meng Suige come and cook the medicine?"
