"Phase continuity mission? Does it mean that the next mission will not appear until the current mission is completed?"
"That's right!"
After thinking for a while, Ji Mo continued to read, and then he saw a very crucial reminder.
"Only cold weapons can be used in the current plane!"
Ji Mo frowned after trying to take out his own weapon from the portable space, but found that he could only take out his own knife.
"Attention: There are still ten seconds left in the system's protection time!"
As the ten-second countdown passed, the phantom-like figure at the end of the season became solid, which also meant that he officially appeared in this plane.
As soon as he appeared, Ji Mo saw a soldier who was polishing his weapon. He raised his head and picked up a container that looked like a wine glass lying next to him. After taking a sip of the contents, he wiped the corners of his mouth and said, Ji Mo said: "Hey! Ji Mo, wipe your weapon quickly, otherwise, when it stews, you can't kill the enemy and die on the battlefield, but no one will pity you!".
Ji Mo was startled. In the dim light, Ji Mo saw a sword not far from him.
After picking it up silently, Ji Mo looked at his weapon, weighed it twice, felt the weight, and raised his eyebrows.
"It's much different from the swords of China. Even with the hilt, it's only about 80 centimeters. However, the width of the sword is much wider than that of China. Is it a short sword?"
"By the way, which country's army is this?"
While Ji Mo was thinking, he sat down silently, picked up the linen cloth and whetstone that were placed with the sword, and polished his weapon. At the same time, he focused on the few people who were muttering.
"His name is really weird! He doesn't look too much like the people here in Rome!"
"This is what it should be. I heard that his father is a Roman, but his mother is from the far east, the country of Silk!".
"That's it, no wonder!"
After hearing this conversation, Ji Mo got some news and finally determined that the army he was currently in belonged to that country, Rome!
"Is this the identity assigned to me by the system? But..." Ji Mo secretly smiled bitterly. He didn't know anything about the history of Rome.
"These Germanic barbarians will eventually be conquered by us!"
"Yes, under the leadership of General Maximus, we will definitely win!"
"That's right!"
The person who spoke to Ji Mo at the beginning nodded fiercely and said with a serious face: "Courage and glory!"
"Courage and Glory!"
Suddenly a burst of echoes sounded.
"Maximus?" Ji Mo's heart moved, and he secretly remembered the name in his heart.
"Hiss!" At this moment, the seven soldiers sitting together, the soldier who reminded Ji Mo at the beginning took a breath of cold air, pressed his chest, and cold sweat broke out on his face.
The other soldiers couldn't help but asked with concern: "What's wrong? Bruno, the wound is open again?".
"Yes!" Bruno nodded, reached into his leather armor and touched it. When he took it out, half of his palm was immediately covered in blood.
"Quickly, take off your clothes quickly!" The other soldiers hurriedly took off his leather armor, and then took off his coarse cloth clothes that were already stained with blood, revealing a slap-sized wound.
The edge of the wound turned white, and drops of blood were oozing out. There was even some disgusting yellow-white pus hanging on the edge of the wound, exuding a faint odor.
"What should I do? Your wound!" Seeing this scene, the soldiers were worried. They had seen too many wounds like this. Such wounds would slowly rot and kill him.
"Is the wound simply sutured? Infection, inflammation, wound suppuration, such a situation in this era..." Ji Mo took a look and came to a conclusion in his heart: "Without corresponding treatment, he is dead!".
"Damn barbarian!" The youngest soldier among the seven cursed bitterly, and then said with red eyes: "If it weren't for me, Brother Bruno, you wouldn't have been injured!".
Bruno laughed heartily and said, "Haha, it's nothing! Finn, this little injury doesn't matter!".
However, the pale face and the wounds still oozing blood were not convincing at all.
Looking at everyone's expressions, Ji Mo thought for a moment, made a decision in his heart, and said, "I can try to treat his wounds!".
"What? Boy, are you kidding?" The soldiers looked at Ji Mo, their eyes full of suspicion. This young man had just joined their team today, and they were not familiar with him yet. Up to now, he was not familiar with him. Just know his name.
"Even a doctor can't do anything about such a wound, so what can you do?" A young man named Finn was deeply suspicious of what Ji Mo said.
"You should know that my mother comes from the far East, and this treatment method is the secret method of the East!" Ji Mo started to make nonsense.
"The Secret Dharma of the East!" After hearing Ji Mo's words, everyone's expressions changed and their hearts moved.
Bruno was startled, then a hearty smile appeared on his pale face, and he said to Ji Mo: "In this case, then treat me! Haha! Trouble! Anyway, if this continues, I will just die!".
"Didn't you just say you were fine?" He glanced at the rugged man speechlessly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Seeing that the parties involved agreed, the other soldiers naturally had no reason to stop him. Besides, they all held vague hopes.
Let Bruno lie down and ask the other soldiers: "Do you have any tools to sew wounds?".
"Yes!" The young soldier named Finn, with a gray and black turban on his head, responded and hurriedly rummaged through the tent.
Because they are often injured, they can sew small wounds themselves, so they do have the tools to sew wounds here.
At the end of the season, when he came, he bought a lot of medicine in his portable space and put it in. There were also medical needles and threads for suturing wounds, but it was not suitable to take them out on this occasion.
Looking at the black catgut and the stitches with a little bit of blood on them, Ji Mo frowned. It was obvious at a glance that such a medical tool was not clean.
He reached out to take it, and under Bruno's distressed eyes, Ji Mo threw it into the wine glass on the ground. Although Ji Mo knew that the alcohol content of this wine would definitely not reach the alcohol content of medical alcohol, it was better than nothing.
Ji Mo reached out to his arms and took it out twice pretendingly, concealing the fact that he had taken out the silver needle from his pocket. Then, in the expectant eyes of all the soldiers, he took out a black cloth bag from his arms. .
