I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

The captain followed Han Yi and asked, "Then...do you still use that locomotive?"

Han Yi vetoed: "No, this is a sacred item and cannot be used easily. What's more, the number of opponents is smaller than us now. Don't you think you can't win with 3000 people? Or don't you want military merit?"

The captain was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered, yes, Qin's military merits are calculated according to the head.

Han Yi blew up so many people in one go, and none of them got anything, which means that all these military achievements belonged to him alone.

The lieutenant took a deep breath after hearing this, and didn't dare to say anything more, so he turned around and made arrangements.

Han Yi also went back and changed into a armor suit. He didn't like to wear it at first. It was too bulky. Even if he made it himself, the weight has been reduced a lot, but it is still very bulky.

However, thinking of Yan Zheng's worried look just now, he felt that he should be more careful. If he gets hurt, Yan Zheng might be unhappy.

However, his armor was silver, which was too eye-catching, and caused a commotion when he appeared in front of Zhao Jun.

Han Yi originally wanted to shout before the battle, but when he turned his head and saw the eager expression of the captain, and the anticipation on the soldiers' faces, he had no choice but to wave his hand and say, "Go."

When fighting on the plains, the two sides are facing each other, and what strategy and tactics should be paid attention to. It depends on which side has stronger armor, which side has better weapons, and which side has more fierce soldiers.

Feihuqi now has unprecedented confidence in his side after being frightened out of his soul by Han Yi's bomb truck.

Anyway, if you lose, there will be a bomb car, so what are you afraid of?Cut them!

So Qin Bing, who seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, caught Zhao Jun by surprise.

Originally, because of the bad news of Pang Fei's killing, Zhao Jun was very sad and angry.

But at present, there are probably exceptions to the so-called mourning soldiers must win.

Han Yi's goal was obvious, so many of Zhao Jun's arrows were aimed at him. Some of them fell halfway because of lack of strength, while the other part were cut off by Duan.

Dumb stayed by Han Yi's side, and Han Yi turned to look at him and asked, "Aren't you going to kill the enemy?"

Duan shook his head: "Young master told me to protect the captain."

Han Yi looked at the battlefield and said with a sigh of relief: "The winner should be decided soon."

There was disapproval in Dumb's eyes, but he didn't speak.

Then Han Yi discovered that Zhao Jun could do nothing else, his tenacity was really strong, but it was probably because Pang Fei's death stimulated them too much.

The battle was fought until night before the Qin army narrowly won.

During this process, Han Yi didn't really make a move, because he was always fighting with his stomach.

He saw the scene where Zhao Jun was blown up, but because he was in a hurry to leave, he didn't pay much attention.

But now... the conquest of cold weapons was happening in front of his eyes, and the barbaric fighting style of blood and flesh made him a little unbearable.

Well, it's over.

The Qin army narrowly won.

Han Yi asked people to clean up the battlefield, then turned around and led them back to the barracks.

He was silent all the way, but Qin Jun seemed to be very happy.

They all survived, and they deserve to be celebrated.

So Han Yi gave them a few words of encouragement before letting them rest, and then hurried to Yan Zheng's place before he could disarm them.

At this time, Yan Zheng was already asleep, or in a coma.

Han Yi wasn't sure, but he curled up and looked a little helpless.

Han Yi walked over quietly, and after sitting down on the sitting scale beside the bed, he heard a faint voice.

Today's Yan Zheng is almost wrapped into a rice dumpling, and only five fingers are exposed from his hand.

In order to comfort Yan Zheng, Han Yi stretched out his hand and gently held his fingers. Although he didn't know if it would be useful, he hoped that at least it could bring some warmth to Yan Zheng.

After touching the temperature of Han Yi's hand, Yan Zheng held his hand subconsciously, and his frown slightly relaxed.

Han Yi just sat in the tent like this. He knew that it was useless for him to stay here, and he was not a doctor.

But he was worried when he went back, so he had no choice but to stay here.

When the soldier serving Yan Zheng came over with hot water, he was startled when he saw Han Yi, and wanted to say something tremblingly, but Han Yi stopped him.

Han Yi waved at him and asked him to put down the water and leave, ready to wipe the cold sweat off Yan Zheng's forehead himself.

As a result, when he wanted to take his hand out, Yan Zheng subconsciously held his hand tightly, even frowning.

Han Yi saw that the bandage on his hand was showing a little red, so he had to give up this plan, and then operated it with one hand with great difficulty.

The next morning, Yan Zheng woke up in pain.

In fact, he was also in pain last night, but he didn't have a good rest for several days, and his body couldn't bear it, so he slept for a while.

But in this short period of time, half of him didn't sleep well, because it was so painful that he couldn't help curling up in pain, and couldn't help but want to call Mom and Dad.

When people are extremely sad, they will always subconsciously seek the protection of their parents.

Even Yan Zheng was no exception, but he stopped after shouting, even when he was not conscious, his subconscious would tell him that his parents would not give him the response he wanted.

He can rely on no one, he can only rely on himself.

But it was too painful, so painful that no matter how strong he was, he couldn't help crying.

But later he fell asleep, and he didn't know how he fell asleep, but he vaguely remembered a reassuring smell approaching, and he tightly grasped the heat source that reassured him, and gradually fell asleep.

After waking up, he opened his eyes and felt another wave of heat on his fingers.

Because of the excessive blood loss, his body has always been icy and cold, and at this time, the heat source seems to be particularly precious.

Yan Zheng turned his head slightly, and when he looked down, he saw Han Yi sleeping soundly lying on his bedside with his arms pillowed on his head.

And his hand was holding his fingers tightly.

Yan Zheng couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his hand to touch Han Yi's cheek. After feeling the coldness of the other's face, he called softly, "A Yi, A Yi? Don't sleep here."

His voice was very soft, and he didn't know if he could wake him up. After all, Han Yi's sleep quality was so good that he wouldn't wake up even under a thunderstorm.

Just when he thought he couldn't wake up Han Yi, he suddenly saw Han Yi's long eyelashes move, and his eyelids slowly lifted.

Although he opened his eyes, it seemed that he hadn't recovered yet.

But when he came to his senses, he sat up suddenly, and when he looked up, he saw Yan Zheng looking at him, and he was surprised: "Ah Zheng, are you awake? Is there any discomfort? Come on, call the doctor! "

In fact, it was just dawn at this time, and Lang Zhong, who had been tossing all night, hadn't slept long, and now being called out was simply torture.

However, Han Yi is now full of Yan Zheng, how can he care about others?

Yan Zheng raised his hand with difficulty, Han Yi lowered his head knowingly, letting his hand touch his right cheek.

Yan Zheng asked, "Does it hurt?"

? ? ? ?

Han Yi's eyes were full of question marks. He was not injured, so why would it hurt?

Yan Zheng said: "Mirror, it's in my pocket, take a look for yourself."

Han Yi reached out and took Yan Zheng's pocket with an inexplicable look on his face. When he saw that the original white pocket had been dyed dark red, his hand paused.

Whenever he sees these, he will feel sad.

However, he didn't want Yan Zheng to mistakenly think that his injury would not heal, so he covered his expression, opened his pocket and took out the mirror inside.

The mirror...isn't broken. Han Yi thought it was miraculous at first, but then he thought, maybe Yan Zheng was trying to protect the mirror.

He picked up the mirror and froze immediately.

At this time, his left face was intact, but his right face... because it was resting on his arm, and he didn't take off his armor last night, his face was covered with red marks all over his face. No wonder Yan Zheng asked him if it hurt.

Han Yi was very embarrassed when he came back to his senses, his face flushed, and the colors of his left and right cheeks became the same.

Yan Zheng had been sizing up Han Yi just now, and this was the first time he saw Han Yi wearing armor, so he said, "We, Yi, also look good wearing armor."

This silver armor is simply perfect for Han Yi. Others wearing silver armor may ignore him because it is too bright, but Han Yi does not. No matter what he wears, the first person who sees him will always notice him first. his face.

After hearing this, Han Yi turned his head and saw Yan Zheng staring at a certain place in a daze. He couldn't help but turned his head and found that it was his battle armor.

The black armor was broken into pieces, but Han Yi knew how much Yan Zheng liked it, so he had someone tidy it up carefully and set it up again.

This is the representative of Yan Zheng's meritorious service.

Regardless of whether he fell into a local trap or not, he killed many enemy people and persisted until reinforcements arrived, and his soldiers have been looking for them one after another since yesterday.

If there are no major accidents, at least half of the 500 people will survive.

With such a disparity between 1 people and 500 people, this is nothing short of a miracle.

Not to mention, he also entered the barracks alone and kidnapped Pang Fei.

After the doctors came to check on Yan Zheng, they all looked a little unsightly.

Han Yi originally wanted to call them out to inquire, but after thinking about it, for a person like Yan Zheng who is full of control, he was even unwilling to use anesthesia yesterday because he didn't want to lose consciousness. It's best not to hide things like injuries. with him.

So Han Yi asked, "How?"

The doctor said worriedly: "Some wounds have started to swell and fester because they have been dragged on for too long. In the past, the rotten flesh would have to be cut off, but many of the wounds on Young Master Zheng are deep and long... this..."

Not to mention so many wounds, even if there is only one wound, after the rotten flesh is cut off, the wounded can only resign themselves to fate, and so many wounded soldiers die like this.

Not to mention that Yan Zheng has been hurt to such an extent.

Yan Zheng's expression remained calm, but Han Yi's expression became very ugly. He asked in a low voice, "How sure are you?"

The assurance he asked was the assurance of saving Yan Zheng.

The doctors who were questioned also understood what he meant, and they all lowered their heads, and no one dared to speak for a while.