Practicing Medicine in Three Kingdoms

Dark clouds cover the moon.

The ape cries are hidden deep in the high mountains on both sides of the strait, amidst the elongated and shrill howls, the two soft ringings of the bells set off a different kind of silence in the night.

The humming in the ears faded away for a while, only the bowstrings were tense in the chilling air, and the trembling sound waves slowly dispersed with Xiaofeng.

The bell rang.

Three flaming sharp arrows shot out from the south bank, and passed by the head of Li Yinzhou who was holding Ling Tong. They swept across the pitch-black river, and attacked the Wei army on the north bank like a lightning bolt.

Seeing this, Zhang Liao howled angrily, leaned over quickly, and directly supported a huge scorched bridge with his arms with bulging veins, and it shook heavily in front of everyone in a puff of smoke.

The three rockets that broke through the wind hit Zhang Liao's front bridge with a thud, and the strong wind made Zhang Liao's hands tremble.

And the sharp arrows pierced through the three-inch-thick wooden plank, hitting his forehead with only a difference of one centimeter!

The remaining sparks fell silently.

A line of cold sweat rolled down Zhang Liao's deeply wrinkled brows.

After a moment of stagnant silence, the lieutenant beside him swallowed his saliva: "General, what shall we do?"

Most of the Wei army was land soldiers, and they were not familiar with water skills. The bridgehead was cut off by Ling Tong, and they were powerless to chase south at the moment.

Seeing the figure in the river crossing the middle stream and approaching the south bank, Zhang Liao could only grit his wolf teeth and sighed: "When we were defending Hefei, our troops were empty. We had to fight with our lives, and because of our will, we could defeat the opponent. One hundred thousand troops. Now it's their gamble, and the opportunity to kill has already been missed."

After Gan Ning's three arrows turned back, the morale that was still high on the North Shore was extinguished by [-]% in an instant.

The night is deep and the water is fast, so it is not suitable for chasing.

Zhang Liao took a deep look at the neat silhouette drawing his bow across the bank, and waved his bloody hand: "Go back to the city and discuss again."

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The fire on the north bank gradually extinguished, and the smell of dry air was scattered in the deep night.

Seeing Zhang Liao decisively withdrawing his troops, Gan Ning gritted his teeth and let out a heavy breath.

The tired body had already supported the limit, and the tense muscles were momentarily stiff and convulsed, so he only used the longbow as a pillar, and moved forward a few steps abruptly.

During the battle in Hefei the day before yesterday, he was also seriously injured.

"Ling Tong!" He forced a cry through his teeth, his blood-soaked vision swiveling rapidly on the dark river.

I saw the water glistening in the cold night.

Gan Ning immediately dropped his long bow and rushed over.

With a stretch of the long arm, he used all his strength to pull the two who were struggling in the turbulent water ashore.

Li Yinzhou was so cold that his lips trembled and his whole body became stiff. The moment he climbed up to the river bank, his consciousness suddenly disappeared. He only remembered to hug and protect the young man in his arms tightly.

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In the cold, a long dream.

Horseshoes clattered, human voices cut grooves, and a mess of sounds ran through the entire heavy dream field.

Li Yinzhou woke up enduring the severe pain all over his body, and was not surprised to find that he was wrapped in a white rice dumpling.Reluctantly tugging at his mouth, he peeled off the thick linen layer by layer, and only then managed to free himself from the heavy restraints.

Taking a breath of relief, the cold chest gradually surged with warm blood, slowly dispelling the chill that had condensed in his heart.

He twisted his eyes and looked outside.

Behind the curtains that were lifted by the wind, there were military tents that were staggered one after another in an orderly manner. From time to time, there was the sound of hurried footsteps splashing water on the muddy and potholed flat ground.In the slightly chilly wind at dawn, layers of military orders were conveyed in an orderly manner.

It seems that the defeated Wu army has regrouped and is reorganizing the barracks and counting the troops.

After all, they had an absolute advantage in numbers. After the battle situation changed, Zhang Liao would not rush out of the city for a while.

The memories of last night's war and chaos slowly subsided into a pool of still water, but Ling Tong's blood-stained face was still shocking. Li Yinzhou frowned, got up and walked out wearing straw sandals.

He inquired with the soldiers on the road, and followed the direction pointed by the other party to a military tent.

He has been hidden in the clouds for many years, and there are not many soldiers left.But now it has long been rumored that this person risked his life to drag Ling Tong from Zhang Liao back to the south bank, so the soldiers of the Manchu army also treated him with great respect.

Li Yinzhou greeted them kindly, his eyes were light.

The faces of Leng Yi who fought desperately that night have disappeared.

The only good news is that Ling Tong survived.

There was an endless stream of people coming to visit his tent.

Everyone knows that he led the three hundred dead men to rescue Sun Quan, and that he resolutely destroyed the bridge and resisted Zhang Liao's crazy pursuit.While three hundred soldiers of the Ling family went all out in this battle, only Ling Tongyi escaped by chance.

There was a trace of pity in the respectful and admiring eyes cast on it.

The camp was extremely deep, and the patients were afraid of the cold. The bright sky was separated from the door, drawing a bright and dark line on the muddy ground.

Li Yinzhou walked in with small steps, but no one stopped him.

Before Ling Tong fell ill, Lu Meng stood still, looking down at the shocking cuts all over his body.

Before Liu Bei was forced to return, Lu Su and his troops split into two groups to form a forceful and soft attack. He himself only held [-] soldiers and horses, and most of the military power was actually held by this dignified face in front of him. On a middle-aged man.

Unexpectedly, the result of Lu Surong's decentralization of power was that Lu Meng and Sun Quan rushed northward and suffered a costly defeat at the hands of Zhang Liao.Because of his rash move, the Wu army was completely defeated and disgraced, not to mention the loss of countless generals and soldiers, and blood flowed everywhere.

And they were all his comrades-in-arms who shared blood and died together.

At this moment, Lu Meng's expression was not very good-looking.

Seeing Li Yinzhou approaching, he narrowed his gaze, suppressing all the hostility in his eyes into a cold expression.When passing by him, he just looked at him very plainly, walked out without saying a word, leaving only a few soldiers waiting a few feet away.

The two were not familiar with each other at first, they only met once during the Battle of Chibi, and they have not had much friendship for many years.Li Yinzhou also had no time to care about his mood, and only lowered his head to carefully examine Ling Tong's injuries.

A choking cough was heard during the movement, and it was Ling Tong who woke up.

Before he had time to withdraw his hand to look back, he felt a drop on his wrist, and Ling Tong's strength, which he didn't know where he came from, actually held his palm tightly around his chest.

"Cough..." His voice was extremely hoarse, and after a while of anxiety, he finally asked four words, "...how can my lord be safe?"

Li Yinzhou frowned and looked at the knife wound on his chest, and said: "He is fine, don't worry."

After a moment of silence, Ling Tong seemed to have slowed down a bit, but he was not relieved, instead he said in a low voice: "What about them?

Who "they" refers to is self-evident.

Li Yinzhou's fingertips froze, his throat seemed to be stuffed with dry cotton, and he was speechless for a while.

After all, they survived, lived in the admiration of thousands of people, and lived in the glory of heroism.But those unnamed heroic souls have sunk forever into the dark, cold fat water of their hometown, and they can never return to their peaceful and peaceful homeland.

"...Sorry." He could only say.

A drop of warmth suddenly fell.

The back of the hand was burning hot and painful.

Li Yinzhou raised his head and wanted to say something to him, but his gaze suddenly met a pair of dark eyes.And behind the sorrowful tears, there is a kind of confused void.

An ominous premonition welled up in his heart, he suddenly pulled his hand, and waved it vigorously within the young man's line of sight.

But Ling Tonghun seemed blind and ignorant, and he didn't notice his movements at all.