Chapter XXIII: Balance Xu Dongsheng is now alive like a mole, timid and irritable, if he also has two strong and powerful arms like a mole, he must be ready to dig a hole by now.
To survive under the vicious talons of an eagle like Musin, it was clear that a cave to hide in was not enough.
After the Han official Hou Tong left, Persians began to enter the camp continuously, including several Third Si people who had been abandoned by themselves on the Gobi.
They were in poor health, some were so badly wounded that they could barely stand up, but they looked at him with the most vicious eyes.
Xu Dongsheng wanted to say that the doctrine of abandoning them was actually iron-hearted, but he couldn't say it anyway.
No one would believe that in that horse team that was all under Xu Dongsheng, Tie Xinyuan, who was alone, was the decision-maker.
Unlike Xu Dongsheng, who was in terror, Tie Xinyuan was busy, like a calm surgeon, treating the Persians who had been recovered.
The amputation of the amputation, the re-opening of the wound drainage, the incision of the wound drainage, he did not hesitate at all.
It took a whole day to deal with all the wounded, and the sixteen wounded who came back were sawed off by him more than thirty toes, and twelve fingers were added to a small basket, not including the two calves.
All this is going on right under Musin's nose.
None of the two of them cared about the scorching smell of the amputees' burnt wounds burned by the red-hot iron, nor the screams of the amputees after waking up from a coma in pain.
Musin was only interested in efficacy.
Tie Xinyuan doesn't know medical skills, in addition to knowing a little basic rescue techniques, it is a little battlefield rescue technique that he figured out in his previous life because of his injuries.
However, this did not prevent him from testing his own medical skills directly on these Persians.
This is not irresponsible.
It's because it's too responsible, so I do it, and there's a forty percent chance of surviving after my own brutal treatment.
Then, if you ignore it, those who suffer from severe frostbite will face serious infections.
The probability of being alive is even lower.
In fact, the Persians now have a very good way of treating their wounds, which is to put the wounded aside and hope for a miracle!
As for ironing amputated wounds with a soldering iron, it is now the most popular treatment.
The only difference is that Tie Xinyuan also knows to wash the wound with boiling salt water......
Musin touched the nose of the Persian, who had just been burned by a soldering iron, and from where he felt a faint breath, which meant that the man was still alive.
Sixteen people were treated, and none of them died on the spot, and Musin was very satisfied.
Tie Xinyuan washed his bloodstained hands and said to Mu Xin: "What I have to do now is to give medicine to these injuries."
If these people are in the Great Song Dynasty with complete medicines, there is an eighty percent chance that these people will survive, and if there is no follow-up drug treatment, it would be good if they could survive half of them. ” Mu Xin smiled: "The gods are everywhere, they will protect their fragile souls, even if they are favored by the gods, there is heaven waiting for them, you don't have to be too nervous."
They will live in glory in life and death, not to mention.
You're already the best doctor I've ever met. ” "What I regret the most is that I left Tokyo with only a small package, and I should have brought seven or eight carts of medicinal herbs.
I found that medicinal herbs are much more valuable than gold here. ” Mu Xin laughed, like a kind elder, stroked the back of Tie Xinyuan's head and said, "I'm glad that you finally integrated yourself into this big family, don't worry, the medicinal materials you need will be there."
There are caravans in Igo that sell medicinal herbs, and all caravans must be subjugated to my scepter. ” Tie Xinyuan jumped up happily, holding Mu Xin's robe like a child and said repeatedly: "I want it now, I want it now, give them medicine earlier."
They will have a better chance of survival. ” Mu Xin smiled, took out a gold medal carved with a mountain peak from his sleeve and put it on Tie Xinyuan's hand and said, "With this token of the Mountain of Wisdom, you can find what you need in all the Persian caravans. ” Tie Xinyuan was overjoyed, and ran out of the room full of stumps with the token, but he quickly ran back, and after bowing deeply to Mu Sin, he ran out again.
This time, not only Mu Xin laughed, but also the Persians who had just had their fingers and calves cut off by Tie Xinyuan.
Musin said to the Persians who were lying on the kang: "The good believer can always let a light fall from the cloudy sky. ” All the Persians who were in the house were justified together.
Tie Xinyuan, who walked out of the house, turned his head and saw Xu Dongsheng standing at the door, this guy started drinking again, and there was no woman in his room, which was really strange.
Seeing that Tie Xinyuan was looking at him, Xu Dongsheng raised the wine jug in his hand as a greeting.
He regrets it very much now, if it wasn't for the heat in his brain that was stimulated by gold, he wouldn't have ended up like this now.
If the gold is hidden at the beginning, the horse team will be able to ride lightly, and in any case on the Gobi will not be surrounded by sand pirates.
Tie Xinyuan snatched the flask from his hand, took a sip of the wine and said, "Mu Xin doesn't care about the little gold you put away, you are just a somewhat greedy subordinate in his eyes.
There should be a lot of subordinates like him who won't put all their attention on you, it's not necessary for him. ” Xu Dongsheng smiled bitterly and said, "Then take away the gold!"
” "That's just a warning, if Aladdin can come back and tell him that there really has been a heavenly punishment, then the heavenly punishment that represents a miracle is much more important to him than gold."
Xu Dongsheng shook his head and said: "Aladdin can't come back, Meng Yuanzhi doesn't want him to come back, we have discussed to cut off Mu Sin's wings." ” Tie Xinyuan smiled: "It's just that I didn't expect Mu Sin's wings to be cut more and more?"
I didn't expect that either.
Meng Yuanzhi is not bad at doing this, cutting off a little is a little, even if it is the sea, there is always a bottom. ” "I'm worried that something will go wrong with Meng Yuanzhi."
"You think too much, it must be a very bad thing for you to let that Meng Yuan go straight to lead an army, because he doesn't have any brains and experience.
However, if you ask him to assassinate someone, then you are looking for the right person, and the most work this guy does with the emperor is assassination.
He's an expert at this, and I'm sure that guy will be able to do it without knowing it......"
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Meng Yuan was lying on his stomach behind a boulder, with a grass stalk in his mouth, but his ears were erected high, listening intently The boulder beside him has a name called the Wind Moving Stone.
That is, as soon as the wind blows, the stone will shake with the wind, and it seems that if the wind is a little stronger, the stone will fall from the top of the mountain.
However, the stone has been blown by the wind for many years, and it has been shaking for many years, but it has been standing there, and it seems that it will continue to shake like this forever.
Meng Yuanzhi clearly knew that the time that this stone could stay on the top of the mountain was very limited, as long as someone came out of the canyon, the stone would naturally roll down from the top of the mountain, crushing from one end of the valley to the other end of the valley like a rolling log.
In order to plot Aladdin, Meng Yuanzhi did a lot of homework, and not far from him, there were seven or eight unconscious Khitans lying on his side, and these people were important backhands for him to get out.
He has done this kind of trick countless times, and all the steps are extremely familiar.
The gravel in front of the stone has been cleaned up, but there is a solid trunk with a bowl mouth inserted in the base part of the back of the boulder, as long as you pry the boulder hard, this wind stone that has been shaking in the wind for many years will leave the top of the mountain and fall down with thunder.
There was the sound of Tete's horses' hooves in the wind, Meng Yuan spit out the grass stalks in his mouth, took out two unconscious Khitans from the deep pit behind, put them on the side of the boulder, and then climbed the trunk of the tree with both hands, and sank his body hard, and the boulder shook twice but did not leave the top of the mountain.
Meng Yuan shook his head, grabbed an unconscious Khitan and hung it on the trunk of the tree, and then with his own strength, the boulder finally left the place, slowly fell towards the canyon, and then fell headlong.
A team of horses had just emerged from the canyon, and the first thing they saw was the boulder that had rolled down, and the originally neat team turned into a pot of porridge in an instant, and the horses turned around and galloped wildly in the way they came.
When the horse team was in a mess, Meng Yuan held a huge bow in his hand and jumped on the rocks like a monkey, and in front of him, the boulder had been hit into hundreds by the hard rock formation, and smashed into the horse team under his feet like a torrential rain.
A loud rumbling sound echoed loudly in the valley.
All the people in the horse team were dodging the boulder falling from the sky, and no one noticed Meng Yuanzhi who was following the boulder, and a stone the size of an egg flew out and landed on the head of a terrified Persian, which immediately quieted him.
When the dust stirred by the boulder fell to the ground, there was only a wailing sound left in the canyon, and Meng Yuanzhi's long arrow whizzed away from the bowstring, and soon, there was no movement in the canyon.
Meng Yuanzhi was like a diligent bee, resisting the unconscious Khitans from the mountain over and over again, and then letting those who were already dead kill these Khitans, and by the way, put on a reasonable fighting posture.
Meng Yuanzhi stood on a high place, looked at the battlefield in front of him with satisfaction, touched the Persian who was knocked unconscious by himself with a stone, and found that he was still alive, so he left the canyon with confidence.
Standing on the highest place and looking out for a long time, he didn't find any outsiders, so he found his three war horses from the mountain col and rushed to Yiwu Prefecture in a smoke, he clearly knew that Xu Dongsheng would not create too much time for him to kill.