"You're looking for me?!"
The voice in his ear was extremely gentle, without any murderous intent, like an elegant and easy-going scholar. However, the sound of this voice in his ear made the killer's hair stand up. He instinctively sheathed his sword and retreated towards the other side of the voice. Taking advantage of the situation, he slashed his sword towards the location of the sound, trying to push back the stranger who suddenly approached him.
Modern people all know not to talk to strangers, let alone professional killers like them. How can they not know what it means when they are approached without knowing it?
"Why are you running?"
Faint words sounded again, and the killer felt that his sword-wielding wrist was being held by someone. At the same time, his knee was hit hard, forcing him to kneel on one knee. He could only tilt his head and look at the figure beside him. The other person was shocked. The target of this assassination was Zhao Jia, the former crown prince of the State of Zhao.
How can it be! ?
The killer's eyes changed, and he looked in disbelief at the handsome young man in front of him, who looked pale and seemed to have just recovered from a serious illness. The other man's long and narrow eyes were looking down at him calmly, with a calm expression.
"I'm asking you, why are you running away?"
After Zhao Jia finished speaking, without waiting for the other party to speak, he exerted force on his arm and directly removed the opponent's sword-holding arm, and the entire right arm was twisted behind his back.
Accompanied by the sound of bones dislocating.
The killer was in pain but remained silent. Only the drastic changes in his eyes showed his emotions at the moment.
"Mr..Mr.!"
Luo Jiang was shocked when he saw this scene. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar young master in front of him, he didn't know how to call him for a moment.
At this moment, wearing armor and stomach, he looked like a fool.
Zhao Jia ignored him and reached out to take the assassin's sword. A complicated look flashed in his eyes, because the original owner once had a sword, which was carefully prepared by his mother for his future crowning.
pity.
The original owner's mother did not wait for that day, and later even the sword was broken. Since then, the original owner has never touched the sword again.
The sword was a sad object to him, so his father became increasingly displeased with it, feeling that the original owner was weak and unworthy of being cultivated.
The original owner was a tragic character. He kept losing everything in his short life, until he had nothing, and eventually even his life.
This is why everyone thinks he is incompetent in martial arts.
He had never made a move at all, and the original owner's personality was not the type that liked to show off. Even because of his mother, he had a gentle and low-key temperament, not like a martial arts practitioner at all, and did not match Zhao Guo's martial arts style.
But this does not mean that the original owner is weak.
How many people can open up the eight extraordinary meridians?
"You can't say anything. You're a waste of air."
Zhao Jia shook his head and began to speak forcefully. He held the sword in one hand with extremely skillful movements, as if he had practiced it countless times. He turned his palm over and lightly scratched his neck with the sword blade. Then he let go. As the assassin fell to the ground, his eyes Looking at the other killers, he flicked the sword blade, and a few drops of bright red blood slipped from the blade.
"Can you talk?"
Zhao Jia lowered his eyes slightly and his tone became calmer. However, compared with his tone, his mood became more and more violent. Perhaps it was the first time he killed someone, or perhaps it was because of time travel and the stimulation of blood. His head felt as if it was congested with blood. He wanted to tear everything in front of him manically.
I haven’t felt this way for a long time, especially after entering society. The more I experience, the edges and corners are gradually smoothed out.
Things that I once couldn't stand, now feel rare and normal. It's hard to make waves in my heart anymore, and some are just indifferent.
This may be the difference between the first time and countless times.
The first time is always exciting.
"It seems you won't."
Zhao Jia shook his head muttering to himself, then raised his sword and pointed it at the assassins, his tone suddenly turned cold: "Kill with me, leave no one behind!"
Although he is manic now, his brain is not broken. He can't do such stupid behavior by challenging a group of people alone. Besides, his current condition is not very good. His internal energy has not yet returned to its peak, so there is no problem in committing evil acts. , if he were to challenge so many people, he would have to consider running away.
He can't do such a thing without having so many teammates around him. He can act cruelly alone.
He has understood one thing since elementary school.
There is strength in numbers.
Especially for things like fights, it's best not to rush to the front.
"kill!"
The elite Zhao soldiers around were stunned for a moment, and then they roared in unison. Without any hesitation, they followed Zhao Jia and charged towards the group of killers. With Zhao Jia taking the lead, their momentum was many times stronger than before. It seemed that Venting out the depression and grievances of being surrounded and killed before.
Who likes to be pressed down and beaten!
Zhao Jia then transformed into a human-headed dog and began to harvest these killers. With this group of Zhao's elite charges who were not afraid of death, it was easier for him to kill, with almost no pressure.
As the living lives fell to the sword one after another, Zhao Jia's emotions were almost vented.
have to say.
Habits are a terrible thing.
The first time you do something like murder, you will feel irritated, but after killing a dozen people, the irritability is gone. Maybe this is the so-called debt that is too heavy to bear.
Like owing money.
In such troubled times, there are some things that Zhao Jia cannot choose because others will force him to choose.
Just like this assassination.
What can he do when someone wants his life?
When Zhao Jia stopped, the group of killers had been slaughtered.
Under the cold moonlight, dozens of corpses covered the surrounding ground, and the strong smell of blood filled the air, seeming to add a touch of blood to the moonlight.
"Huh~"
Zhao Jia breathed a long sigh of relief. The mist disappeared in the cold wind. He looked at the blood-stained sword in his hand, pondered for a while, threw it to the ground, and looked at Luo Jiang, who was following him behind him. He said softly: "General Luo, please count the casualties."
"promise!"
Luo Jiang cupped his hands and responded. At this moment, his eyes looking at Zhao Jia were a little more lively and no longer as lifeless as before.
“I didn’t expect to do as the Romans do so quickly, haha~”
Zhao Jia looked at the corpses around him and couldn't help but laugh at himself, because he didn't even feel the slightest sense of nausea, let alone the so-called sense of guilt.
He did not stay alive because there was no need. With his current power of being alone, even if he knew who was behind the scenes, he would not be able to move. It would be better to take this opportunity to hit the people in Zhao State, at least to stop them from continuing to cast their sights. in his body.
What's more, these killers are obviously specially trained death guards, and it is impossible to reveal the behind-the-scenes instructions.
"I don't know how much weight I still have in his mind."
Zhao Jia looked at the cool full moon in the sky and whispered to himself, no matter how he considered it, in the territory of Zhao State, it still had to depend on Zhao Wangyan's attitude.
For Zhao Wangyan, the original owner was already desperate.
As for Zhao Jia, having read history books, his evaluation of this king is more complicated.
This person was arbitrary and unscrupulous in handling private affairs, but he still had some talents in governing the country and resisting the Qin Dynasty. At the same time, he was much better than other countries in the same era, and he was the only one who could deal with Ying Zheng. Unfortunately, the original owner's memory of this father was too vague, and resentment took up most of it.
But it is also understandable that no one else would be able to tolerate the virtue of my father.
Zhao Wangyan is not a good father, let alone running his own family.
After a while.
After Luo Jiang arranged everything, he walked to Zhao Jia, bowed his hands, and interrupted Zhao Jia's contemplation.
"how?"
"Sixteen people were killed, twelve were slightly injured, and... six were seriously injured!"
In this era, those who are seriously injured are either dead or disabled.
Zhao Jia's heart sank when he heard this, but he quickly thought that this battle was all about sword wounds, and he might be able to save a few people. Thinking of this, he used his consciousness to communicate with the library, looking for medical books on emergency treatment of trauma, and said to Luo Jiang : "Prepare strong drinks...forget it, take me to see those seriously injured people first."
It's hard to say whether ancient spirits can be used, and there are no medical equipment at the moment, let alone sterilization. It would be difficult for him to do anything even if he wanted to.
Luo Jiang took Zhao Jia to the location of the injured without asking the reason.
It was cold and freezing, and there were only two intact soldiers beside the fire. They and the lightly wounded were treating the wounds of others. The ancient way of treating wounds was also very simple. Sprinkle some powder, tie it with a strip of cloth, and the rest was over. It all depends on God’s will.
Some even burned their weapons red and burned their wounds with a soldering iron, which made Zhao Jia's brows jump.
Everyone alive these days is ruthless!
The remaining six seriously injured people were also miserable. Even if they were protected by armored stomachs, in this world where martial arts existed, once the long sword was blessed with inner breath, ordinary armored stomachs could not stop them at all.
Two of them had two horrific wounds cut into their lower abdomens, and their intestines were exposed. No one treated them. The scene was extremely horrifying. They looked at the sky with numb eyes, obviously knowing that they would not survive.
One person's arm was cut off, and the remaining three had too many sword wounds.
"I've met the young master!"
"I've met the young master!"
…
Seeing Zhao Jia's arrival, the soldiers who were treating the wounds quickly stood up and saluted. Even those who were seriously injured wanted to stand up and salute, but Zhao Jia suppressed them.
Zhao Jia looked at the most seriously injured people and felt unsure, but he knew what he had to do now, otherwise they would surely die. He glanced at the gold thread on his robe and took it off without hesitation. Get off, and at the same time said to Luo Jiang beside him: "Do you have any strong wine?"
"have!"
Luo Jiang didn't understand what he meant, but as a lieutenant in the army, he knew to obey orders, so he turned around and took the liquor from a soldier and handed it to Zhao Jia.
This road is full of ice and snow, how can we not have strong alcohol by our side?
Zhao Jia took the liquor and glanced at it without any hope, only to find that the liquor was crystal clear, a bit too clean.
Can ancient brewing technology reach this level? !
Zhao Jia was confused, but now was not the time to care about this. He casually pulled off the gold thread on the edge of his robe, looked at the two soldiers whose stomachs were cut open, and said softly: "I know a little about medical skills, maybe I can Save you, lie down and don’t move.”
After saying that, he started to take action, first washing his hands with strong alcohol, and then checking whether the exposed intestines were injured according to the records in the medical books. One of them was more lucky, and his intestines were unharmed, so he stuffed them back directly according to the instructions in the book, and then burned them with a flame. Burn the gold wire, disinfect it for a while, and then cut off some gold wire to sew the wound.
At this time, there is no need for any tricks, just do whatever is convenient.
One person was quickly dealt with.
As for the other person, the same method was used to treat him, but his intestines were partially damaged. For now, he can only use strong alcohol to treat him. As for whether he can survive, it depends on whether the other person's life is strong enough.
After all this was dealt with, Zhao Jiacai noticed that the others were looking at him with frightened eyes.
Even the seriously injured people were like this. They could kill with no effort and were "tortured" like this. Life was worse than death. If it weren't for Zhao Jia's special status and his previous display of martial arts, they would definitely resist.
The scene in front of me is really too "horrible".
"Your wounds can also be sutured in this way. If there are gaps in the bag, nothing will leak when sutured. The same is true for people. If you want to die without bleeding, you should deal with it as soon as possible."
Zhao Jiayan said briefly and concisely, then stood up to treat the wounds of the seriously injured person with a broken arm.
The methods used to bandage wounds these days are too simple and crude, so he can only re-treat them.
After hearing this, everyone looked at each other in confusion. In the end, perhaps because they believed that Zhao Jia would not play tricks on so many of them, they began to suture the wounds under Zhao Jia's command.
By the time everything was taken care of, it was already late at night.
Zhao Jia called Luo Jiang and explained: "Let the lightly injured and the seriously injured return to the nearest Zhao Kingdom city for treatment. You also go back and report the assassination we encountered."
He needs someone to bring things to light and see how his father's attitude is.
"But if we want to escort the young master to Qin, how can we..."
Luo Jiang was about to say something, but was directly interrupted by Zhao Jia.
"You also know that I want to go to Qin as a hostage. Thanks to you for taking care of me all the way. This place is not far from Qin. You don't have to go with me. I will write a letter and explain it to you. There is a reason for everything. I guess I Then my father will not blame you."
Zhao Jia looked at Luo Jiang and said calmly.
Although he had some plans in his mind when he went to Qin State, how he would do it in the end still had to be determined step by step. He had not yet figured out this era, so he had to be careful every step he took. Naturally, he did not want too many people around him.
He doesn't like to owe favors to others.
This is a problem from a previous life.
You may have to change in this life, but you can't change it yet.
"The final general is willing to follow the young master!"
When Luo Jiang heard this, he felt an inexplicable impulse in his heart. He knelt down on one knee, saluted Zhao Jia, and said in a deep voice.
"...I am just a deposed prince, and now I have been sent to Qin as a hostage. Why should you follow me?"
Zhao Jia was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said slowly.
"I believe that the young master will not always be like this!"
Luo Jiang said solemnly, based on the strength and medical skills shown by Zhao Jia tonight, he believed that the other party would not always be a proton. Compared with Zhao Guo's son Qian, who was born after the prostitution, he was more willing to follow the former Prince Jia, no matter what Righteousness is still an individual. Young Master Jiadu is better than that Young Master Qian too much.
"If you are really willing to follow me, then return to the Kingdom of Zhao first to complete this matter. You should have seen the whole process of how to suture the wound tonight. If this method is implemented in the army, it will be a great achievement. You can rely on this Fa took refuge in Guo Kai and became his confidant, and then worked hard to climb up.
These days, only those with high authority can have the right to speak. Only in this way can you help me.
I can only help you with this at the moment. What step you can take in the future is entirely up to you. "
Zhao Jia looked at Luo Jiang and said softly.
Luo Jiang's eyes flickered, and his expression was uncertain for a moment.
Regardless of what Luo Jiang thought, Zhao Jia took off the last valuable object on his body, handed it to Luo Jiang, and said softly: "You also take this hairpin back. After selling it, the money will be used to subsidize the soldiers who were killed or injured tonight."
"You will finally understand, sir, my subordinates are waiting for you to return home!"
When Luo Jiang heard this, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he saluted again with his fists clasped, his voice extremely powerful. This time, he did not hesitate at all, he was willing to serve such a young master.
People in this era are quite cute, aren't they?
Zhao Jia nodded slightly and said nothing, because he might leave forever, or even become an enemy of Zhao in the future. It was hard to say.
