I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

Han Yi stood there without moving, just said: "Go and ask them if they don't want Pang Fei's life anymore?"

Although I don't know if he can be saved, but at least he is not dead yet, let's treat him as alive.

The captain took the order to leave, and Han Yi turned his attention back to Yan Zheng. I don't know if it was his illusion. The tent was not particularly quiet, and the doctors discussed with each other from time to time.

However, Han Yi just felt that he heard Yan Zheng's muffled voice amidst these small voices.

The voice sounded so painful that he couldn't help but walked in.

The doctors collectively turned their heads to look at him, and a few of them just wanted to speak, but their mouths were covered by their colleagues with handicap.

Han Yi waved his hands at them and said, "Go ahead."

Then he walked over.

At this time, the blood on Yan Zheng's face had been wiped clean, and there were two small wounds on his face, one on the jaw and one on the left cheek.

His brows were tightly wrinkled, and the expression on his face was very painful.

Han Yi's heart ached so much that his palms ached, and the doctor next to him said cautiously, "Don't worry, Captain, the wound on Young Master Zheng's face is not deep, and there will be no scars."

Han Yi thought to himself that as long as he is alive, I don't care if he has a scar on his face!

He turned his head and asked, "How is the situation now? Why hasn't the wound been bandaged yet?"

It's been a long time, Yan Zheng's black armor is still on, what are these people doing for a long time?

Probably because Han Yi's eyes were too unfriendly. The doctor hated himself for talking too much at this time, so he could only bite the bullet and say: "Because of the blood scabs in many places, the black armor is stuck to the wound. If Forcibly removing it will easily deepen the wound, so we are now trying to find a way to remove the black armor in the gentlest way possible."

After hearing this, Han Yi looked down, and his nose felt sore again. He suddenly thought that Yan Zheng was still wearing a gold silk armor. Black armor is so difficult to get, so the gold silk armor... what should I do?

After he told the doctors, the doctors who were visible to the naked eye were all dumbfounded. They probably didn't expect that there was such a level.

The doctors hid aside and continued to discuss, Han Yi reached out to smooth Yan Zheng's frown.

At the same time, he kept his ears open to listen to the discussions of the doctors.

He couldn't understand most of what those people said, but he heard the word disinfection.

He suddenly remembered that the methods of disinfection these days are actually very simple, probably only heating appliances or scrubbing with heat-clearing and detoxifying potions.

What's more, there is actually no concept of anti-inflammatory these days. Most of the anti-inflammatory herbs are heat-clearing and detoxifying.

Probably inflammation is also a kind of poison.

Thinking of this, Han Yi got up and asked Mo Yun and Mo Qiu to come over, and said to them, "I have something for you to do now. Take people to collect drinks. The more the better."

Both Mo An and Mo Qiu were taken aback for a moment, drinks?What do you want that for?

The army will not be equipped with alcohol, and usually only after the victory returns to the base camp will the nearby villages and towns send some.

I don't know if they can be found where they are now.

Han Yi added by the way: "There are also utensils that need to be distilled. This is very simple, and there is no need to do anything."

Because it is just the simplest distillation method, in order to extract high-concentration alcohol.

After all, the alcohol content these years is very low, and it is very cloudy, and has no disinfection effect.

I just don't know if it's too late, if it's too late, probably I can only use salt water.

However, thinking about the stimulation caused by alcohol and salt water, and thinking about the wounds on Yan Zheng's body, Han Yi couldn't bear it for a while.

After he finished giving his orders, he turned around and returned to the tent, and happened to hear Yan Zheng's weakness so weak that he almost said in a breathy voice: "It's okay, I can hold on."

Han Yi walked over and asked, "What?"

Yan Zheng turned to look at him, hiding all the pain on his face, smiled at Han Yi and said, "It's nothing."

Han Yi turned his head to look at the doctor, and the doctor who had just answered him said bravely, "We just decided to use warm salt water to clean the black nails little by little, just worried..."

Han Yi knew what to worry about without him saying that getting salt water into the wound was torture, and it was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It is very likely that Yan Zheng died of pain before the black armor was removed.

Han Yi hesitated: "Is there no other way?"

Yan Zheng whispered, "Ah Yi..."

Han Yi continued to ask: "In the future, there will be no drugs that can anesthetize... No, it will temporarily lose consciousness?"

In any case, falling asleep is better than being awake and tortured, right?

He didn't have any hope at first, but a doctor immediately said: "Yes, there is, but Young Master Zheng just disagreed."

Han Yi froze for a moment, then turned to look at Yan Zheng, who slowly shook his head at him.

Yan Zheng didn't know how to explain it, he still has a feeling of uneasiness, even though he knew that he was safe, but he passed out completely, he didn't know everything, even the pain couldn't wake him up, this made him very uneasy .

Han Yi knelt down and whispered, "Don't worry, it will be fine soon, these people were sent by the king."

Yan Zheng was slightly taken aback, he still trusted his father, even though Yan Zijian had abandoned him, but Yan Zijian didn't need to kill him.

Yan Zheng looked at Han Yi pitifully and asked, "Then don't go."

Han Yi's brows softened: "Okay."

As a result, just as he finished saying this word, the captain's voice sounded outside again: "Captain, Zhao Jun refused to retreat, and said that he would avenge Pang Fei!"

Han Yi's face darkened, but he shouted the news not at Zhao Jun, but at the school lieutenant.

Sure enough, Yan Zheng struggled to get up after hearing it.

Han Yi didn't know where he had a wound, and was afraid that touching a place without a wound would cause pain elsewhere, so he simply covered his eyes with his hand and said, "Lie down!"

Yan Zheng paused, took a breath and said, "I'll go!"

"Go away..." In desperation, Han Yi almost swears, but fortunately, he is still tense, telling him that he can scold anyone if he scolds the boss, and he will be punished by Qiuhou.

In the end, he had no choice but to say in a low voice: "I'll go. Don't worry, 7000 people from the Zhao army are buried in Baitai Mountain. Can they still rely on the remaining 3000 people to find flowers?"

After hearing this, Yan Zheng grabbed Han Yi's wrist, pulled his hand off, and asked nervously, "What did you do?"

Han Yi didn't speak but stood up and said, "I'll deal with them first, you..."

Yan Zheng stared at him for a while, then said: "No, I'll go!"

Han Yi has never led a soldier, and he has even read the book of war, so he is not interested in these.

He didn't know why his father made Han Yi the captain of the guard army, but if it wasn't for him, Han Yi wouldn't have to leave Xianyang even if he was the captain of the guard army.

He couldn't let Han Yi take risks.

Han Yi had no choice but to hold his face and said, "Don't worry, we have a lot of people, and the weapons are fine. Pang Fei fell into our hands again. The odds are ours."

Yan Zheng just worked hard for a long time, but he raised his head slightly, even if it was like this, he would still be in pain.

In the end, I had no choice but to lie down and watch Han Yi exhort: "Don't come to the front line in person, no, no, I will give you the golden silk soft armor."

As he spoke, he was about to get up and take off the black armor on his body.

Before Han Yi had time to refuse, he saw him tear off the black armor on his body, and blood gushed out instantly.

Han Yi was taken aback immediately, turned his head and shouted, "Lang Zhong!"

The doctors immediately rushed up with clean gauze and ointment to treat his wound.

Han Yi's face was pale, and there were many emotions in his chest, and he couldn't explain them one by one for a while.

He watched Yan Zheng in pain until cold sweat ran down his cheeks, he couldn't hold back and said in a low voice: "My life and death are in your control. If you don't let me die, I won't die."

Yan Zheng gasped and said, "I...how could I let you die?"

Han Yi said in a low voice: "So I am not in any danger. Five thousand is against three thousand, maybe there is no three thousand on the other side. I am leading a flying tiger cavalry, which is an elite soldier. Don't worry."

Just because it was Flying Tiger Cavalry, Yan Zheng was not at ease. Flying Tiger Cavalry had lived comfortably in Xianyang for a long time, because most of them were from good families, and the court was reluctant to let them take risks from top to bottom. The configuration is very good in every respect, the only thing lacking is combat experience.

But now he really didn't have any energy to command anymore, so he had no choice but to say: "Fighting on the plain, you only need to fight bravely. The other side will definitely mourn because of Pang Fei's death. You just... just keep our morale alive."

Han Yi nodded vigorously: "I understand!"

Yan Zheng looked at him for a long time before raising his hand to wipe his face, and said with a helpless smile, "Why are you crying again, go."

Han Yi looked at Yan Zheng worriedly. He didn't want to leave even after Yan Zheng made such a fuss just now. However, the two armies were fighting, and it was really inappropriate for the coach not to appear.

What's more, he can't help much if he stays here.

Han Yi thought for a while, then took out the dagger that Yan Zheng gave him back then and said: "I didn't bring anything with me when I went out. I have always carried this dagger with me since you gave it to me, just as if I was here to accompany you Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Yan Zheng was slightly taken aback, reached out to take the dagger that was still warm, and said with a slight smile, "Ah Yi still has it."

Han Yi said casually, "Of course I'll keep what you gave me."

After he finished speaking, he saw that Yan Zheng even had hideous wounds on his hands. He couldn't help but his eyes warmed up, and he turned his head to look at those doctors.

The doctors all trembled a little, for fear that Han Yi would say something like: If it can't be cured, it will kill you dogs.

Unexpectedly, he just sniffed and said, "Young Master Zheng, please take care of yourself."

The doctors were stunned for a moment, and then responded in twos and threes. At the same time, they were still a little puzzled. Legend has it that the captain of the guard army is very fierce. Whenever he is unhappy, he will swear at others, and the person who is scolded will be scolded to death if he is weak. , now it seems...it's still quite amiable.

After Han Yi went out, he glanced at the captain quietly, and the captain suddenly lost his legs and almost knelt down.

In fact, Han Yi is still the same as before, looking more like a literati than a general.

However, with the feat of blowing up more than 7000 Zhao Jun, even ordinary eyes will have more interpretations.

Han Yi said: "Since Zhao Jun refuses to retreat, let's fight."