Wang Qizhi just sat cross-legged on the ground and passed out, while the nine purple dragons flew directly out of the warship, growing in size, directly covering the entire warship.
They were like loyal guards guarding the warship. Anyone who came close would be shot away by them. The people from Jiefan camp tried several attacks to recapture Wang Qizhi, but they all ended in failure and had to give up in the end.
At this time, the battle on the battlefield has reached its climax. Although the Wei Territory is vast and rich in resources and has many sects, the Jianghu people who come to participate in the battle are several times more than those from the Chu Territory. However, they are tired of traveling all the way and cannot adapt to the environment here. In addition, the Jin Territory has With the addition of the martial arts sect, they were soon at a disadvantage.
The situation of the Guards is not optimistic either. Most of these soldiers are originally from the north. Even after months of training, they are still unfamiliar with water warfare. In addition, they are not adapted to the environment here. The plague has already occurred and their combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced. This first battle will Many soldiers were lost.
Wei Meng stood on the rear admiral's ship and frowned as he watched the battle. If this continued, not only would he not be able to defeat the two armies, but he would also lose more troops.
At this moment, a counselor suddenly stood up and said to Wei Meng: "Prime Minister, the battle situation is not good for us at this time, so we should retreat! It will not be too late for us to attack again after we adjust our situation."
After many hesitations, Wei Meng finally made up his mind to retreat.
Soon, the Wei army and the Jianghu people received the order and began to retreat slowly in their warships. The soldiers of Jin and Chu also suffered a lot of losses, so they did not dare to pursue the victory and began to retreat in their warships.
Wei Meng commanded the warship to sail to the north bank of the Yangtze River, preparing to dock there.
At this time, the nine giant dragons had dissipated, and Jiang Yiyi and Wang Qizhi and his companions flew into the warship. They were very worried when they saw the dying Wang Qizhi.
Seeing this situation, Jiang Yiyi quickly asked Erdan and Wu Anyi to get out of the warship and head to the camp, while she went first to find the doctor.
When everyone returned to the camp, Jiang Yiyi and the old doctor had been waiting there for a long time. They put Wang Qizhi back into the tent, and the old doctor began to check his pulse.
After a while, the old doctor finally said: "This young man is not seriously ill, but he lost a lot of blood, and there was a lot of palm wind mixed in his body, so he fainted."
"But this is the first time I have seen such a tough body and meridians. If it were anyone else, the meridians would have been torn apart by the palm wind in the body."
Jiang Yiyi looked at the old doctor and said, "How should we treat him next?"
The old doctor stroked his beard and said unhurriedly: "It's very simple to treat this young man. You need to remove the palm wind from his body first, and then leave the rest to me."
Without saying a word, Jiang Yiyi immediately helped Wang Qizhi up, sat cross-legged on the ground, and slowly entered the latter's body along his arms, peeling off the palm wind bit by bit.
Although this is not a difficult task, it is a delicate job that requires a lot of patience.
At the same time, the old doctor took the water that Yan'er brought and sprinkled a packet of medicinal powder into it. After mixing it evenly, he began to use the medicinal solution to clean Wang Qizhi's wounds.
Then, the old doctor took out a thin needle, roasted it evenly on the fire, then took out a thin thread, and methodically began to sew Wang Qizhi's wound.
In less than a stick of incense, Wang Qizhi's wound had been sutured, and Jiang Yiyi had peeled off the last trace of wind from his palm.
The old doctor wrote down a prescription and placed it next to Wang Qizhi. Then he stood up slowly, clasped his fists at everyone, and said, "I won't be staying here much longer. I have to go treat other wounded people, so I'll take my leave first."
Everyone clasped their fists and watched the old doctor leave.
In this battle, there were many casualties in Wumeng Mountain, so only one of Yan'er and the others was left to look after Wang Qizhi, while the rest went to help take care of the injured disciples.
At this time, there were cries and cries in the entire camp, and there were many people with broken legs and arms. More than a dozen doctors from Wumeng Mountain were treating these disciples day and night. Only after three days did they heal these disciples. complete.
Jiang Yiyi hasn't slept a wink in the past few days, and has been dealing with the wounded.
Jiang Yiyi sat in the middle tent, and below him sat three elders and several deacons.
Jiang Yiyi asked: "What are the casualties of our disciples?"
One of the deacons stood up, raised his fist towards Jiang Yiyi, and said: "One hundred disciples died in the battle, more than a hundred disciples were seriously injured, and the remaining more than 500 disciples were slightly injured."
Hearing this result, Jiang Yiyi frowned. She didn't expect that there would be so many casualties in the first battle. This person from the Weiji Jianghu is really powerful.
She looked at the deacon and continued to ask: "What are the casualties of other sects?"
The deacon said: "It's only a lot more than us."
While Jiang Yiyi was deep in thought, the fourth elder stood up and said, "What should we do with these injured disciples?"
Jiang Yiyi said: "Take the bodies of those disciples who died and send them to their hometowns for a good burial, and then give some pensions to their families."
"The seriously injured disciples are also sent back for treatment. As for the lightly injured disciples, they are here for the time being. After their injuries have been recovered, they will continue to participate in the next battle."
After the fourth elder sat down, another deacon stood up and said, "The king has already distributed a large amount of money as a pension. Do we want to distribute another amount?"
Jiang Yiyi said to the deacon in a very affirmative tone: "The king belongs to the king, and we belong to us. They cannot be confused."
"Besides, the extra money will be of great help to some poor families, and their children's deaths will not be in vain."
After arranging all this, Jiang Yiyi immediately went to the big tent to visit the injured disciples. When they saw the leader arriving, they all looked extremely excited to have the leader show up in person. Their injuries were not in vain.
Wang Qizhi had woken up at this time, but his injury had not yet healed, and he could not move to prevent the wound from opening again.
Qing'er was sitting in the tent, waiting on Wang Qizhi. He really couldn't bear it and said, "Sister Qing'er, you haven't slept for several days, you'd better go back and rest!"
Qing'er shook her head and said, "No, the young master's injury has not healed yet, so I can't leave yet."
Wang Qizhi sighed helplessly. This sister Qing'er was good at everything, but she was too stubborn. Once she decided something, she wouldn't listen to anyone.
At this moment, two figures suddenly flashed into the tent. As soon as he entered the place, he blocked off the world to prevent anyone from noticing.
Wang Qizhi didn't even have to think about it. It was Lu Jingzhi and his sister who came.
When he entered this place a few days ago, Wang Qizhi spotted many people from Jiefan Camp. Due to his current status, he did not say hello to them.
