Daqin: Zulong faked his death, and I amputated the beauties in the harem

It's finally here!

"Doctor Xia, hurry up and treat my soldiers, I don't want them to die."

"No, no!"

Xia Wuqiu didn't care that he hadn't taken a breath yet, so he led his subordinates to check the soldiers' injuries.

However, there's not much he can do.

At most, it is to unwrap the crooked gauze that was just bandaged, apply some herbal medicine, and put it on the bandage.

He can only have some skin trauma.

He has nothing to do with those who have hurt their hearts and are deeply injured.

Some just took a look, shook their heads helplessly, and checked the next soldier, even if they were given medicine, it would not help.

Old Wang followed Xia Wuqiu, holding his hand non-stop, asking him to see what if he could be saved?

Although Xia Wuqiu understood Wang Ben's mood, he also knew that these efforts were useless.

In the end, there were less than [-] soldiers who took the medicine.

Finally, Xia Wuqie sighed and said to Wang Ben: "General, you have been in battle for a long time, and you also know the strength of the soldiers. They can't save you."

"The rest is up to God's will. Thirty survivors are considered good enough."

"For those with minor injuries, as long as there are no wounds or festering for seven days, they can still survive. If..."

Xia Wuqiu shook his head and continued: "If a limb is injured, if you want to survive, send the person to the residence. I will amputate their limb tomorrow morning, and maybe they can save their lives."

"It hurts the heart, even if the gods come, they can't save it. Send someone to notify the family, and maybe we can see each other for the last time."

Wang Ben lowered his eyes, feeling grief and indignation but also helpless, finally nodded and said:

"Go! Ask them if they'd like to have a limb amputated to save their lives!"

In this period, becoming a disabled person is a very cruel thing. Originally, the common people were starved of food, and having an extra mouth without labor would make it even more difficult for a family.

If he chooses to wait for death, Daqin Chaotang will give him a pension, which can ease the family's life.

Therefore, Wang Ben would ask this question every time the war ended.

When he looked around, no one nodded.

"General, you don't need to save us. If we can survive, we will fight against you. If we die, please send the pension to Wang Jiapo, Mrs. Liu. She is my mother. With this money, she will It could be better."

"That's right, General, let us resign ourselves to fate. It's fine if we survive, but if we lose our legs and feet, not only will we not be able to kill traitors, but we will also be unable to plow the land, which will be a drag on our family."

All soldiers thought so.

Wang Ben looked at their pale swords with distress.

"Boys, don't worry, my old king will definitely send the pension to your family, and he will kill traitors with his own hands, so that those sons of bitches will pay for their blood."

"They can still be saved!"

It was the same cold voice.

Wang Ben turned around and saw the blood-stained young master Jiazheng walking slowly.

When Xia Wu was dealing with the slightly injured soldier, Ying Jia had already dealt with the soldier who had lost too much blood and fell down.

Cut the scalded meat with a short knife, apply special golden sore medicine, and finally bandage the wound. There is a high probability that he will not die.

Ying Jia walked over, seeing the soldiers who had been abandoned by Xia Wuqi, he was deeply moved.

He turned his head and asked: "Doctor Zhang, come over and have a look at these soldiers. If it is serious, deal with it as soon as possible. If the bleeding cannot be stopped, seal the blood vessel first, and then apply medicine."

"Obey! Young Master"

Faced with Ying Jia's order, Zhang Zhongjing never dared to neglect, and quickly walked over with the medicine box in hand.

Wang Ben was a little puzzled!

Can it be saved?

Yep!Whatever the Twelfth Young Master said can come true, maybe he really has a way.

At this moment, Wang Ben remembered that choice again.

"Twelve sons."

Wang Ben suddenly yelled at Ying Jia.

"If you can save them all, my old king will work hard with you."

Suddenly the whole camp became quiet, and Wang Ben's echo came out from the mountains.

Hearing this, the soldiers, whether they were dying or safe and sound, tried to dissuade them:

"The general can't do it!"

"How can I let you exchange your precious life for our worthless lives!"

"General, you have always followed the old general's orders, how can you violate the ancestral precepts just because of us."

The soldiers were unwilling to let Wang Ben make such a decision.

"How precious is my life? We are all people who survived the battlefield, just like you."

"Why are your lives worthless? My old Wang has already made a decision, and no one can persuade you."

"As for the ancestral teachings, when my old king dies, I will plead guilty to the ancestors of the Wang family. As long as I live, I can't just watch you die."

In fact, Ying Jia noticed Wang Ben's side when he checked the injury.

Unexpectedly, in the Great Qin Dynasty, when fate was like nothing, there were generals who loved soldiers like sons.

The soldiers and the general are of the same mind, no wonder Wang Ben has never lost a battle even though he has fought all his life.

There is a group of soldiers who are willing to die for him, how can there be a defeat!

Thinking of this, Ying Jia also felt a little emotional.

"Okay, I will let them all survive. As long as you are sincere, you can arrange as much salt and rice as you want, enough wine and meat, horses and equipment, and chariots to attack the enemy."

"In the future, we will be invincible and live a worry-free life."

Wang Ben didn't know what the rice was, but the others were quite exciting.

He patted his chest and promised: "Young master, as long as you let them live, your life is our life. No matter what food you give, we will not say a word."

On the other side, the imperial physician Xia Wuju saw the same man who looked like a healer before treating the wounds of the soldiers, and the ointment in his hand was something he had never seen before.

Chapter 58 Blood Debt Must Be Paid!

Xia Wuju stepped forward curiously, frowned and asked:

"This... can it really be cured? Generally, knife wounds will rot and ulcer within three days. If the wound is on the hands and feet, it is possible to survive as long as the limb is amputated."

"As for the soldiers whose hearts were injured, the old man has never seen anyone survive."

How is this ointment made?What is the effect?

Hearing what Xia Wuqi said was exactly what Wang Ben was worried about.

Turning around and seeing the confident look of the Twelve Young Masters, he was not so worried anymore.

Maybe these twelve sons really have the ability to save the injured soldiers!

As long as there is hope, Wang Ben will persevere.

After the seriously injured soldiers applied the ointment, the wailing gradually disappeared.

Some soldiers actually fell asleep.

Everyone was shocked, Xia Wuqie opened his eyes even more, and followed Zhang Zhongjing closely, asking this and that curiously.

Like a primary school student tirelessly asking for advice from his master.

Wang Ben's heart has also settled down, and it will depend on the next few days if their sons and daughters can't survive.

If they all survived, he, Wang Ben, would personally take people to the Twelve Young Masters' Mansion to vote!

No matter what the ancestral precepts are not, the ancestral precepts can't save my Erlang's life.

At worst, he would be kicked out of the house by his father, Wang Jian.

He, Wang Ben, has always been stubborn, and as long as he decides, ten cows will not be able to pull back.

If his father doesn't want to, he can't help it.

Finally, Ying Jia patted the sand on his body, said a few words and left:

"When you come to my house in seven days, I already know the identities of this group of people, and now I'm talking about how to get revenge!"

Hearing this, Wang Ben's eyes turned red again.

Damn it!The lives of the wounded soldiers were saved, as well as the dead sons!

Blood debt must be paid in blood!

Wang Ben, who had entered middle age, was itching with hatred.

the other side.

Xiang Yu hurried back to the camp, and only ten of the twenty men behind him returned.

Panting, he threw the two green seedlings in his hand to Zhang Liang.

"What you're looking for, I lost ten of my subordinates, and I almost couldn't even get out myself."

"If you can't think of a countermeasure, don't blame my overlord gun for picking your tendons."

Xiang Yu gritted his teeth and said.

I thought that this night attack would be easy to investigate, but I didn't expect so many accidents to happen.

First, he was tricked by the thief, and he was discovered before entering the camp of the Qin people.

But he didn't take it to heart, it was just a group of ordinary soldiers, Xiang Yu could solve it by himself.

However, in order to complete the task as soon as possible, he had no choice but to rush in. Unexpectedly, there was a team of extraordinary masters.

Not to mention the people in the innate realm, there are five people in the master realm alone, and there is one in the grand master realm.

After fighting a few tricks with the great master, he rushed into the sky and earth, grabbed a handful of green seedlings, and came out in a hurry.

Ten of his brothers fell down on the spot, and those who came back were also wounded by stabs.

It is hard to say whether it will be possible to stop for these seven days. Even people with a high level of cultivation may have wound infections.

As long as the wound rots and becomes infected, it is a dead end.

Xiang Yu doesn't have Zhang Zhongjing and golden sore medicine in his hands.

He also exhausted his true energy, relying entirely on his divine power to speak out.

Therefore, he was very angry inside.

If Zhang Liang can't think of a countermeasure, he really can't guarantee that he won't do something.

After listening to the whole development of the matter, Zhang Liang frowned, and confirmed again and again:

"How come there are so many masters, even those in the Grand Master realm."

He took the potato seedlings snatched by Xiang Yu and inspected them repeatedly, then turned to Xiang Liang with a gloomy face, Xiang Yu and Han Cheng said:

"Think about it, everyone, who will such a powerful team belong to?"

Hearing this question, the other three fell into deep thought.

Not even the six countries have the strength to gather hundreds of people from the innate realm, let alone people from the realm of masters and great masters.

If it is really like what Xiang Yu said, these people have similar martial arts, they all obey the orders of one person, and can form formations in the darkness and chaos, such a team will never be found.

Zhang Liang went on to say: "Using such powerful troops to protect only some green seedlings, and there are Daqin's troops outside, it can be said to be meticulous and rigorous."

"That means that this thing is enough to change the fate of Daqin, and how can it change the situation we are in now."

Hearing this, the three of them looked at each other and nodded solemnly.

For a team of thousands of people, the daily consumption of food and grass alone is quite a lot, let alone so many strong people.

If these people are sent to the battlefield, they will not be defeated when the number of opponents is several times that of them.