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Chapter 4 Stitching
"Are you looking for me?!"

The voice next to his ear was extremely gentle, without murderous intent, like an elegant and easy-going scholar, but the killer's hairs stood on end when the voice rang in his ear, he instinctively withdrew his sword and stepped back towards the other side of the voice, Taking advantage of the situation, he cut the long sword towards the position of the voice, trying to force back the stranger who suddenly approached him.

Modern people all know not to talk to strangers, let alone professional killers like them, who are approached but don't know what it means, how can they not know!

"Why are you running?"

The faint voice sounded again, and the killer felt that his sword-wielding wrist was being held by someone, and at the same time, his knee was hit hard, forcing him to kneel on the ground on one knee. He could only tilt his head and look at the figure beside him. It is the target of this assassination, Zhao Jia, the former prince of Zhao State.

how is this possible! ?
The killer's eyes changed, and he looked at the handsome young man with a pale complexion who seemed to be recovering from a serious illness in disbelief. The other party's narrow eyes like ink were looking down at him calmly, with a calm expression.

"I'm asking you something, why are you running?"

After Zhao Jia finished speaking, without waiting for the other party to speak, he used his arm violently, and directly removed the other party's arm holding the sword, and the entire right arm was twisted behind him.

Accompanied by the sound of bone dislocation.

The killer didn't say a word when he was in pain, only the drastic change in his eyes showed his emotions at the moment.

"Grand... son!"

Luo Jiang was also stunned when he saw this scene. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar young man in front of him, he didn't know how to address him for a while.

Wearing armor at this moment, he looks like a fool.

Zhao Jia ignored him, and took the assassin's sword with a complicated look in his eyes, because the original owner once had a sword, which was carefully prepared by his mother to crown him in the future.

pity.

The original owner's mother didn't wait for that day, and later even the sword was broken. Since then, the original owner has never touched the sword again.

To him, the sword is a sad tool, so his father and king dislike it even more, and feel that the original owner is weak and unbearable.

The original owner is a tragic character, who kept losing in a short life, until he had nothing, and finally lost his life.

This is why everyone thinks that he is not good at martial arts.

He has never made a move at all, and the original owner's personality is not the type that likes to show off. Even because of his mother's reason, he has a gentle and low-key temperament, not like a martial arts practitioner at all, and it doesn't 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 meridians is simple.

"You can't even say a word, you are a waste of air to live."

Zhao Jia shook his head, opened his mouth to speak forcefully, held the sword with one hand, his movements were extremely skillful, as if he had practiced countless times, his palms were turned, and the blade of the sword lightly stroked his neck. Looking at the other killers, at the same time flicking the blade, a few drops of bright red blood slid down the blade.

"Can you talk?"

Zhao Jia lowered his eyes slightly, and his tone became more flat, but compared with his tone, his mood became more and more irritable. Maybe it was the first time he killed someone, or because of the time travel and the stimulation of fresh blood, his head seemed to be congested. Manic wants to tear everything in front of him.

This feeling has not been felt for a long time, especially after stepping into the society, the more experience, the edges and corners are gradually smoothed out.

Things that were once unacceptable, but later felt ordinary, and it was difficult to raise waves in my heart, and some were just indifference.

This may be the difference between the first time and countless times.

The first time is always exciting.

"It seems that you will not."

Zhao Jia shook his head talking to himself, then raised his sword and pointed at the group of assassins, his tone suddenly became cold: "Follow me to kill, no one will be left behind!"

Although he is manic now, his brain is not bad yet. He can't do this kind of stupid behavior by single-handedly picking up a group of people. Besides, his current state is not very good, and his internal energy has not yet returned to its peak. , really let him single out so many people, then he has to consider running away.

He can't do such a thing without so many teammates around him.

He has understood one thing since elementary school.

Many people are powerful.

Especially in things like fighting, and, it's best not to rush to the forefront.

"kill!"

The Zhao Guo elites around were only stunned for a moment, and then shouted in unison, without any hesitation, followed Zhao Jia and rushed towards this group of killers, with Zhao Jia taking the lead, their aura was stronger than before. Venting the anguish and aggrievedness of being besieged and killed before.

Who likes being pressed and beaten!
Zhao Jia turned into a human-headed dog and began to harvest this group of killers. With this group of Zhao Guo's elite charge who are not afraid of death, his killing is easier and there is almost no pressure.

With the fresh lives falling under the sword, Zhao Jia's emotions were almost vented.

have to say.

Habit is a terrible thing.

It is the first time to feel irritated about killing people, but after killing more than a dozen people, the irritability is gone. Maybe this is the so-called debt.

Like owed money.

Living in such a troubled world, some things cannot be chosen by Zhao Jia, 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 gang of killers had already been slaughtered.

Under the bleak moonlight, dozens of corpses covered the surrounding ground, and the strong smell of blood filled the air, adding a touch of blood to the moonlight.

"Whoo~"

Zhao Jia breathed a sigh of relief, the mist was fleeting in the cold wind, he looked at the blood-stained long sword in his hand, pondered for a while, threw it on the ground, and looked at Luo Jiang who was following him closely behind him, He said softly, "General Luo, please count the casualties."

"promise!"

Luo Jiang bowed his hands in response, and now he looked at Zhao Jia with a little more spirit, and he was no longer as lifeless as before.

"I didn't expect to follow the Romans so soon, heh~"

Zhao Jia looked at the corpses around, and couldn't help laughing at himself, because he didn't feel the slightest sense of nausea, let alone the so-called guilt.

He didn't keep alive because there was no need. With his current power of a lonely family, even if he knew who was behind the scenes, he couldn't move. Why don't he take this opportunity to beat the people in Zhao Guo, at least let them stop casting their eyes in his body.

What's more, these killers are obviously specially trained death guards, and it is impossible to tell the behind-the-scenes instigation.

"I don't know how much weight I still have in his heart."

Looking at the cool full moon in the sky, Zhao Jia whispered to himself, no matter what he thinks, in the territory of Zhao State, Zhao Wangyan's attitude depends on Zhao Wangyan.

For Zhao Wangyan, the original owner was already desperate.

As for Zhao Jia, having read the history books, his evaluation of the great king is more complicated.

This person handles private affairs arbitrarily and recklessly, but he still has talent in governing the country and resisting the Qin Dynasty. In the same era, he is much better than other countries, and he is the only one who can compete with Yingzheng. It's a pity that the original owner's memory of this father is too vague, and resentment occupies most of it.

But I can also understand that no one can bear the virtue of my own father.

Zhao Wangyan is not a good father, let alone manage his own family.

After a while.

After Luo Jiang arranged everything, he walked up to Zhao Jia, bowed his hands and saluted, interrupting Zhao Jia's meditation.

"how?"

"16 people were killed in battle, 12 people were slightly injured, and... there are six people who were seriously injured!"

In this era, the seriously injured are either dead or disabled.

Zhao Jia's heart sank when he heard the words, but he quickly realized that this battle was all caused by sword wounds, and he might be able to save a few people. Thinking of this, he communicated with the library with his consciousness, looking for medical books on emergency treatment of trauma, and said to Luo Jiang : "Prepare strong alcohol... Forget it, take me to see those seriously injured people first."

It's hard to say whether the ancient spirits can be used, and there are no medical equipment, let alone disinfection, so even if he wants to do something, it will be difficult.

Luo Jiang didn't ask why, and took Zhao Jia to the location of the injured.

It was freezing cold, and beside the fire, there were only two unscathed soldiers. They and the slightly wounded were treating the wounds of others. The ancient way of treating wounds was also very simple. Sprinkle some medicinal powder, tie the cloth strips and it would be over. Others It's all about providence.

Some even directly burned the weapon red and burned the wound with a branding iron. Zhao Jia's brows jumped when he saw it.

Those who live these days are ruthless people!
The remaining six seriously injured were also very miserable. Even with the protection of armor, in this world where martial arts existed, once the long sword was blessed with inner energy, ordinary armor could not stop it at all.

The lower abdomen of two of them was cut with two horrible wounds, 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 were purely caused by too many sword injuries.

"I've seen your son!"

"I've seen your son!"

……

Seeing Zhao Jia's arrival, these wounded soldiers stood up and saluted quickly. Even the seriously injured wanted to stand up and salute, but Zhao Jia suppressed them.

Zhao Jia looked at the most seriously injured people, feeling unsure in his heart, but he knew what he had to do right now, otherwise they would surely die, so he glanced at the gold border on the robe, and took it off without hesitation. Next, at the same time, he said to Luo Jiang, "Is there any spirits?"

"Have!"

Luo Jiang didn't understand what he meant, but as a lieutenant soldier, he knew how to obey orders, turned around, took the spirits from a soldier, and handed it to Zhao Jia.

This road is icy and snowy, how can there be no spirits.

Zhao Jia took the liquor and glanced at it without hope, only to find that the liquor was crystal clear, a bit too clean.

Can ancient brewing technology reach this level? !

Zhao Jia was puzzled, but right now was not the time to worry about these things. He tore off the gold thread on the edge of his robe, looked at the two soldiers whose stomachs had been cut open, and said softly: "I know a little about medicine, maybe I can Save you guys, lie down and don't move."

After finishing speaking, he started to wash his hands with strong alcohol, and then checked the exposed intestines for injuries according to the records in the medical book. One of them was lucky and his intestines were unharmed. Burn the gold wire, and after a while of disinfection, cut off some gold wire to suture the wound.

At this time, there is no need for any tricks, just how convenient it is.

One person will be processed soon.

As for the other person, use the same method to deal with it, but his intestines are partially damaged, so he can only use strong alcohol to deal with it. As for whether he can survive, it depends on whether the other person's life is hard enough.

After dealing with all this, Zhao Jia realized that the rest of the people looked at him with terrified eyes.

Even the few seriously injured were like this. Killing people was nothing more than nodding their heads. Being "tortured" by people like this, life would be worse than death. If it wasn't for Zhao Jia's special status and his previous performance of martial arts, they would definitely resist.

The scene in front of me is really too "scary".

"Your wounds can also be stitched up in this way. There are gaps in the cloth bag, and there will be no leaks when stitched up. The same is true for humans. If you want to die without bleeding, you must deal with it as soon as possible."

Zhao Jia said succinctly, and then got up to treat the wound of the seriously injured man with a severed arm.

The methods used to bandage wounds these years are too simple and crude, so he can only re-treat them.

Everyone heard the words and looked at each other in blank dismay. In the end, perhaps because they believed that Zhao Jia would not play with so many of them, they began to stitch up the wounds under Zhao Jia's command.

By the time everything was done, it was already late at night.

Zhao Jia called Luo Jiang and explained: "Let the lightly wounded bring the seriously wounded back to the nearest city of Zhao for treatment, and you go back too and report the assassination of us."

He needs someone to poke the matter up, to see his cheap father's attitude.

"But I want to escort the young master into Qin, how can I..."

Luo Jiang just wanted to say something, but was interrupted directly by Zhao Jia.

"You also know that I want to enter Qin as a hostage. Thanks to your care, this place is not far from Qin, so you don't have to go with me. I will write a book and explain it to you. There is a reason for everything. Then the father will not blame you."

Zhao Jia looked at Luo Jiang and said calmly.

Although he had some plans in mind to go to Qin, he still had to take one step at a time as to how to do it in the end. He hadn't figured out this era yet, so he had to be careful with every step. Naturally, he didn't want to have too many people around him.

He doesn't like to owe people favors.

This is the fault of the previous life.

Maybe I have to change it in this life, but I can't change it yet.

"The last general is willing to follow the son!"

When Luo Jiang heard the words, an inexplicable impulse surged in his heart, he knelt down on one knee, saluted Zhao Jia, and said in a deep voice.

"...I'm just a deposed prince, and now I'm being sent to Qin as a hostage. Why do you follow me?"

Zhao Jia was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said slowly.

"The last general believes that the young master will not always be like this!"

Luo Jiang said in a calm voice, based on the strength and medical skills Zhao Jia showed tonight, he believed that the other party would not always be a proton. Dayi is still an individual, and the son Jiadu is much better than that son.

"If you really want to follow me, you should go back to Zhao country 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 it Fa turned to Guo Kai and became his confidant, and then worked hard to climb up.

These days, only a high position can have the right to speak, so you can help me.

Right now, I can only help you with these things, and it depends on you how far you can go in the future. "

Zhao Jia looked at Luo Jiang and said softly.

Luo Jiang's eyes flickered, and his face was cloudy and uncertain for a while.

Regardless of what Luo Jiang thought, Zhao Jia took off the last valuable item 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 casualties tonight."

"The general understands, son, this subordinate is waiting for you to return home!"

When Luo Jiang heard the words, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he clasped his fists again and saluted with an extremely powerful voice. This time, he did not hesitate at all, he was willing to work for such a son.

People in this era are pretty cute too, aren’t they?
Zhao Jia nodded slightly, but did not speak, because he might never return, or even become Zhao Guo's enemy in the future, all of which are hard to say.

(End of this chapter)