Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

Jinchuan officially turned from defense to offense.

In the melee, Agui was not chaotic in the face of danger, so the whole army retreated. Even so, the Qing army suffered nearly half of the casualties, so the imperial court was asked to transfer more than [-] green battalion soldiers from various provinces and [-] Manchurian troops. name.Emperor Qianlong also sent the Jianrui Camp and the Firearms Camp in the capital, which can be said to have cost a lot.

The way the imperial court conscripted the Green Battalion was to transfer them. Each time, they only selected a certain number of people from each battalion to make up the required number of soldiers. It was not a recruiting of the entire battalion. The Biaozuo Battalion in Northern Sichuan Town where Su Qingchi was located had a total of more than a thousand Green Battalion soldiers. The imperial court increased its troops to Dajinchuan this time, and removed one-third of the entire battalion. Except for the Xun soldiers who guarded the road to prevent floods, the rest of the cavalry and infantry guards added up to less than [-].

Outside the camp, the soldiers of Zuoying were ready to go, General Ge was holding a big bowl, filled with spirits, and practiced for them one by one.

Su Qingchi was inside the tent, and outside, everyone could hear the crackling sound of pottery Wan being smashed heavily on the ground after drinking. It was crisp, decisive, bold, and there was no lack of helplessness and bitterness that this scripture would never return.

One will be a million bones.

This is a group of tough guys, warriors who shed their blood for the territory. If one day, I can also shed blood like this on the battlefield, raise a knife to fight the enemy, and scatter my blood on this land , I am afraid that I am content.

Su Qingchi felt melancholy in his heart when he heard the sound of horseshoes receding away outside the tent.

Shang Chengen was topless, sitting cross-legged on the bed, his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

The bows and arrows used by Jinchuan Fanbing have tricky design, long and thin and sharp arrows, and there are countless barbs around. If there is a slight delay in thickening, the entire back will be rotten without leaving an inch of skin.

When Su Qingchi stopped Shang Chengen's bleeding, he didn't expect that the three arrows had other secrets, so after this delay, three pustules appeared on Shang Chengen's back, the arrows might have been poisoned.

Thinking of this, Su Qingchi couldn't help raising his head and glaring at Shang Chengen.

If someone else had these three pustules the size of fists on his back, he would have known it was in pain, but this person didn't say a word, and when asked, he would just say it's okay with a cold face.

Su Qingchi really wanted to stab his shoulder with the knife in his hand, and asked him if it hurt.But after all, it was just a thought. Looking at the hideous wound on the man's back, Su Qingchi sighed softly, unfolded the cloth bag on the bed, took out a thin blade as thin as a willow leaf, and quenched it. After taking the medicine and sterilizing it on the fire, he supported Shang Chengen's left shoulder with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Endure it."

Shang Chengen nodded his head almost imperceptibly, the sweat on his forehead slid down his firm cheeks all the way to his Adam's apple, and then rolled down his chest along his Adam's apple.

"Hmm..." Shang Chengen frowned suddenly, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists.

Su Qingchi could clearly feel that person's body stiff as a stone in an instant, even so, the movements of his hands did not stop at all.

Thick juice flowed out along the blade, and the tip of the knife resolutely pierced the skin. When the black blood flowed out, the tip of the knife touched the arrow buried in the flesh.

Shang Chengen's whole body's muscles were tense, and layers of sweat were pouring out of his body, but he didn't hear a single movement.

"Relax." Su Qingchi said lightly.

The man relaxed a bit, Su Qingchi's hands were ruthless, and saw the other person's body froze instantly, and an iron arrow rolled to the ground.

Su Qingchi's expression was calm, he wiped the small blade in his hand, and changed a knife without stopping, "There are two more."

Shang Chengen's livid face was now completely pale.

When the other two arrowheads were taken out, Su Qingchi's forehead was also covered with fine sweat. He let out a breath, packed up his things, and scrubbed the dirty blood and thick juice from Shang Chengen's back.

"I... come by myself." Shang Chengen closed his eyes for a moment, and his expression had mostly recovered, although his complexion was still pale.

Su Qingchi didn't object, and handed him the handkerchief directly. He turned around to pack the medicine box, looked up through the window of the camp tent, and looked outside. It was time to eat. Just as he was thinking, the curtain was lifted, and a soldier brought it up. When the food came in, it was Ge Bing.

"Since when have you become a firefighter?" Su Qingchi looked a little tired.

Ge Bing grinned, "Hey, hot dishes and hot rice, Brother Zhao, Brother Cheng En, hurry up and eat."

Su Qingchi washed his hands, "No hurry."

"Not finished yet?" Ge Bing put the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

Su Qingchi waved to him, "Come here."

Ge Bing didn't know why, so when he walked over, Su Qingchi pointed at Shang Chengen and said to him, "Suck out the poisonous blood from the three wounds on his back for me, otherwise I won't be able to apply the medicine."

"Ah—?" Ge Bing could stuff an egg into his mouth, looked at Shang Chengen with a stiff neck, and then stiffened his neck to look at the food he hadn't touched before. It's rare to have a meal of braised pork today...

"Brother Zhao..." Ge Bing wept bitterly.

Shang Chengen also choked for a moment, then waved his hands and said, "It doesn't hinder...things."

Su Qingchi stared impatiently at Shang Chengen, Shang Chengen looked at Ge Bing expressionlessly, Ge Bing blinked and nodded wildly at Su Qingchi.

The three stalemate.

Su Qingchi's frown became tighter and tighter. Seeing that the situation was not good, Ge Bing grabbed two pieces of braised pork in his mouth and hurried away.

Seeing Su Qingchi walking towards him with a cold face, Shang Chengen reached out to take his clothes and put them on, his movements were slightly slow due to the injury, "It's okay, let's eat."

"It's inflammation, and it's not you who are subject to the military law." Su Qingchi walked over, tore off his shirt and threw it aside, glanced at Shang Chengen, with a cold tone.

"I will meet with the president..." Before the last few words came out, Shang Chengen's back was as stiff as iron.

Su Qingchi pressed Shang Chengen's shoulder, leaned over and put his lips on the opponent's back, sucking the poisonous blood from the wound carefully, while disinfecting the wound with saliva.

Shang Chengen was stunned for a moment, his back was stiff from beginning to end, he only clearly felt the other party's two cool lips sucking on his back, the wound was slightly tingling, and there was a hint of coolness.

Shang Chengen has always been self-disciplined, never sleeping with flowers and willows, let alone sleeping with prostitutes. In his life, he only stayed in love with men and women in the concubine's room in his own room in the mansion. Even that time, he didn't have much memory. Since he was young, he had never been so close to an outsider before, this time he only felt a strange feeling in his heart, slightly entangled, making him entangled.

Su Qingchi's hand was also cool, like a piece of fine jade, cool but not icy.

Shang Chengen frowned and pursed his lips, unable to read the expression on his face.

Su Qingchi went back and forth several times, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, ignored the blood stains left at the corner of his mouth, applied medicine for Shang Chengen, wrapped it in gauze, turned around and lifted the curtain to go out.

Shang Chengen put on his shirt, glanced at the untouched food on the table, it was already cold, so he asked someone to remove it.

Ge Bing yelled outside the tent, "Brother Zhao, where are you going?"

There was no answer, and when the curtain was lifted, Ge Bing had already slipped in. Turning around and seeing Shang Chengen put on his clothes, he couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with Brother Zhao? I don't think he looks very well."

Shang Chengen didn't speak, as if he remembered something, his eyebrows frowned.

"Ugh..." Su Qingchi hurried to the stream outside the camp, his stomach was churning and churning, making him vomit again and again, he took a few handfuls of water and rinsed his mouth, but he continued to retch.

The stream was crystal clear, and at this moment, it was reflecting Su Qingchi's pale cheeks.

Repeatedly rinsing his mouth and splashing water on his face repeatedly made his clothes drenched, but he didn't even notice it.

Everything is close to obsession.

After sitting on the grass next to the banquet for half a day, he was stunned for a long time, then patted the grass clippings on his body, turned around and returned to the tent, and at this time, there was no trace of abnormality in his expression, he was still as plain as before , there is a trace of alienation and indifference in the softness.