[Red Chamber] Jia Huan's Army

Jia Huan's smile completely angered Batu Mengke, he grabbed Jia Huan's neck and lifted it up.Jia Huan resisted the pain of suffocation, and choked out a sentence from his throat: "Do you know why you failed so badly?"

Batu Monk was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but let go.Jia Huan fell by Batu Monk's legs, but he didn't mind, he got up slowly, wiped the blood spilling from his mouth with his blackened cuffs, stared at him, and repeated it again.

Then he tilted his head and asked, "Should I tell you?" After that, Jia Huan smiled and motioned Batu Monk to come closer.

Batu Mengke took a few glances at Jia Huan and was sure that Jia Huan, who was unarmed and weak, would not be able to overcome the storm, so he bent slightly and approached slowly.

"Because," Jia Huan stood on tiptoe, put his left arm around Batu Monk's neck, put his left arm around Batu Monk's neck, and whispered in his ear, "This is fate!"

Before the last word was finished, Jia Huan suddenly exerted force with his right hand and stabbed at the temple of the other party.

Batu Mengke noticed the change, and when he turned his head, the broken jade hidden in Jia Huan's hand was inserted straight into his eyes.

He only heard a scream from him, and slapped Jia Huan with his palm.Jia Huan knew that he couldn't let himself relax at this time, so he took the slap with all his strength, completely ignoring the blood gushing from his mouth.He didn't know where the strength came from, his left hand was still firmly stuck to Batu Monk's frantically shaking neck, and his right hand quickly pulled out the broken jade, and this time he accurately inserted it into Batu Munch's temple.The moment he pulled out the broken jade, the gushing hot blood splashed Jia Huan's face and mixed with Jia Huan's own blood, making Jia Huan gag for a while, then wiped off the blood on his face indiscriminately, and looked at Batumeng Ke, ready to pounce at any time to make up for it.

Batu Monk fell to the ground with a crash.He looked at Jia Huan in disbelief, and then recognized the little man in front of him from his blood-stained face in astonishment. He was the young general who almost shot him back then.It's a pity that this was Batu Monk's last look, and he couldn't say anything about it, not even a last word.Only half a year after he came to power, Batu Mengke, the Great Khan of Tatar, died in the hands of Jia Huan.

In this short period of time, the people around couldn't react at all, until Batu Mengke's loyal bodyguard rushed towards Jia Huan, and then fled around like birds and beasts.

King Nan'an witnessed Batu Mengke's death with his own eyes. Although he was amazed by Jia Huan's bravery, he did not lose his judgment.He commanded the army to attack at the first time, and he led the people all the way to the place where Jia Huan had just stood.

Before Jia Huan could breathe a sigh of relief after killing Batu Mengke, his eyes went dark and he fainted to the ground, not even noticing the Tatar guards rushing up.

In this battle, the Geng's army won a complete victory and wiped out the main force of the Tatars. There were [-] prisoners alone.So far, the Tatar tribe has been devastated and gradually disappeared in the tide of history.After seeing Emperor Chengshun's thunderous tactics and King Nan'an's wisdom and courage, the other two Mongolian tribes voluntarily bowed their heads and professed their vassals. There has been no major war in a hundred years.

Jia Huan was dug out from the pile of dead by the king of Nan'an himself, and when he was sent back to the barracks, he was already breathing weak and dying.Although the military doctors in the barracks had rich experience, they were only proficient in external injuries, and they were mediocre in other subjects. They could only do nothing to deal with Jia Huan's injured internal organs.There was no other way, so the King of Nan'an had to send someone to rush to the capital to ask the imperial physician to go to Datong.

"I see Your Majesty." King Nan'an did not expect that this message brought not only the imperial physician, but also the current Holy Majesty.

Mo Lian waved his hand, he was obviously not in the mood to greet the King of Nan'an, he was so anxious, he just urged the imperial physician to give Jia Huan a diagnosis and treatment.

Seeing the emperor's attitude, the elderly doctor did not dare to be negligent, and followed the soldiers tremblingly to Jia Huan's tent, before he even had time to catch his breath, he began to feel his pulse.

Mo Lian followed the old doctor and saw Jia Huan lying on the bed with a pale face, his eyes were sour, but he didn't want to turn his head away. He carefully looked at Jia Huan's chest, which was weakly rising and falling with his breathing. He was afraid that Jia Huan's breathing would stop in the blink of an eye.

"Fortunately..." Mo Lian couldn't help but rejoice that he could still see Jia Huan alive. Although he hadn't woken up yet, there was hope in life.

The old doctor carefully confirmed again and again, and after a while, he sat down at the table and began to write the prescription.

Mo Lian didn't bother him either, and waited patiently for the old doctor to finish writing the prescription, and then asked earnestly, "How? To put it simply."

The old doctor choked, but he also knew the temper of the person in front of him, so he said briefly: "It's still very dangerous. If you survive these two days, you can take care of it later."

Mo Lian nodded, took the prescription and looked at it carefully, and then he was relieved, and then said: "Go and discuss with the military doctor, don't conflict with the medicine."

The old doctor nodded and said yes, and then retreated.

Mo Lian turned his head and saw that there was no one around, so he dared to let himself sit by Jia Huan's bed and carefully looked at the people in front of him.They hadn't seen each other for more than two years, and they didn't expect to meet again in such a scene, and had to admit that it was caused by Mo Lian.One can imagine how complicated Mo Lian's mood is now.

Jia Huan's face was pale and his eyes were closed.Because the injury had not been well recuperated, the originally softly curved cheeks were sunken, and the cheekbones were very prominent. With the messy long hair and some blood stains, the whole person looked lifeless.

Mo Lian caressed Jia Huan's cheeks lovingly, and said softly, "Wake up quickly, I have a surprise for you." Then he wiped Jia Huan's cheeks, hands and feet with warm water, Even Mo Lian carefully cleaned his messy and inconvenient hair, combed it with his hands, and tidied it up a little.

"You are really lucky," Mo Lian wiped, and laughed at himself, "This kind of treatment is the only one in the world." He said in a tone full of expectation: "But this is not bad, wait for you Wake up and maybe keep it up."

After finishing speaking, Mo Lian helped Jia Huan straighten the quilt again, and when he saw that Jia Huan's body was almost completely covered with gauze, he finally couldn't help but blushed.This is different from when he first found out that Jia Huan was missing. At that time, although he was worried, he was full of hope.But now, although Jia Huan came back alive, in his state, it seemed that he might leave at any time. This possibility made Mo Lian's internal organs painful.

That night, Jia Huan started to have a fever as usual.

"What's going on here?" Mo Lian lost his usual calmness at this moment, and asked the old doctor hastily.

"Report to Your Majesty," the old doctor replied with a trembling voice after being caught by Mo Lian, "General Jia's fever was caused by trauma. That's it."

Mo Lian felt relieved, and according to the old doctor's advice, he stayed by Jia Huan's side to cool him down.Such tossing lasted for a whole night, and it was not until the beginning of Yinshi that Jia Huan's temperature dropped.

Mo Lian tidied up his clothes, then reluctantly looked at Jia Huan who was lying on the bed knowing nothing, and then drove back to Beijing.Tomorrow is the court meeting, and he has to go to court.Moreover, some people's accounts need to be settled.

The imperial physicians in the palace were indeed good enough, but Jia Huan woke up within two days.

"how do you feel?"

As soon as Jia Huan opened his eyes, he saw Feng Ting with an unshaven beard. Feng Ting was full of joy, but he couldn't hide the blue marks under his eyes. It seemed that he hadn't had a good rest these days.

After drinking the water that Feng Ting handed over, Jia Huan finally answered, "It's okay, but I just can't lift my spirits."

Seeing Jia Huan's energetic appearance, Feng Ting finally felt relieved, and said, "This is your life, kid, what do you care about?"

Jia Huan also felt that his fate was too high, and he still had lingering fears about what happened before, so he nodded in agreement.Then he looked at Feng Ting with a smile, licked his face and asked, "Master, you have been taking care of me all the time!"

Feng Ting secretly scolded "little rascal", but he didn't directly slap Jia Huan like before, and said deliberately: "Hmph, how can I have time? It's those little bastards under your command."

Knowing that Feng Ting was not telling the truth, Jia Huan was happy to pretend to be pitiful, so his voice dropped all of a sudden, "So that's how it is."

Feng Ting also knew that Jia Huan was pretending, but he was sincerely happy because Jia Huan was sober, so he laughed and scolded: "You are still disappointed, probably you are the only one in the world who has enjoyed the treatment of being served by the emperor, please be content."

Jia Huan was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that he stared at Feng Ting with bright eyes and asked, "Master, are you serious? He came in person?"

Feng Ting was the one who was entrusted by Mo Lian to take care of Jia Huan, so he had a vague guess about their relationship.It's just that he has always regarded etiquette as nothing, and he is not a talkative person, so he didn't let anyone know.Before, he was secretly worried that Jia Huan would be hurt because of this relationship, but later Jia Huan was captured and Feng Ting heard about what Mo Lian had done, so he let go of his hanging heart for Jia Huan.Now seeing Jia Huan's "extroverted" performance, I can't laugh or cry. I have never seen such a heartless child, and I am considered a fool.

"Why, even I don't believe it?"

Jia Huan shook his head quickly, then smirked alone for a while, and then said to himself in a low voice: "It's a pity that the jade is broken."

Feng Ting really couldn't stand his stupid appearance, shook his head and went out to find the imperial physician.After a careful examination, the white-haired old doctor said slowly: "Well, the critical period is over, and the rest is all we need to do."

Only then did everyone feel relieved, and sent someone to watch Jia Huan every day, so as not to hurt himself by being aggressive, which made Jia Huan dumbfounded.After such a catastrophe, he paid more attention to his body, but even if he repeatedly promised that he would not mess around, he couldn't stop the enthusiasm of a group of soldiers, especially many soldiers he didn't know much before, even in Jia Standing guard outside Huan's camp has become a sought-after task.

Jia Huan looked at Feng Ting, who was gloating at the side, with some doubts, but in exchange for Feng Ting's joke: "I don't know, you are the hero in the hearts of these little bastards now. I can't tell, what happened to you?" It's a desperate effort."

Although Jia Huan was satisfied in his heart, he couldn't help curling his lips after hearing Feng Ting's teasing, and said: "I'm scared when I think about it now, and I will definitely not do it again."

Feng Ting also knew that Jia Huan was telling the truth, so he stopped talking about this topic and started talking about other things: "Thanks to the kid you saved this time."

Jia Huan was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Feng Ting said with a smile: "It's also your luck. He has half Mongolian blood. He didn't live well in the Tatars before, so he moved to Datong with his mother, and he was rescued by you. This time, thanks to him pointing out We took a short cut so that we could just catch up with the retreat of the Tatar army."

Jia Huan felt in his heart that if the Nan'an King's army did not arrive in time, the situation would have to change again, and he himself would either die on the Mongolian territory, or surrender in despair and return to the Central Plains with no face for the rest of his life.To be honest, in ten or twenty days, he can guarantee that he will try his best to escape with hope, but what about one month, one year, or even ten years?Ask yourself, he has no courage.

Jia Huan let out a long sigh of relief, it was dangerous.Saying this, he suddenly longed to see that child, and he could still remember the child hugging his frail body before the expedition.

The two were chatting when they heard a report from a soldier outside the tent.