Emperor Qin

Meng Yi turned his head, and saw Yan Zi fighting in the door dripping wet, the blade in his hand was stained with blood, his eyes were clear, as if he was not in a hurry.

King Qin's sullen eyebrows eased a little, but his words were still cold: "How is the enemy's situation?"

"There are about a hundred people in the Chu army around, and they are still fighting with the guards accompanying the boat on the left and right," Yan Jiang walked up to him, opened his waterproof backpack, picked up a sleeping His Majesty, stuffed it into the bag, and buckled it His Majesty's palm, "Don't delay, let's go."

But don't love the bird to be smothered to death instead of being smoked to death, that would be embarrassing.

However, a sleeping bird does not consume much air, and his bag is big, so it should be no problem to support it for half an hour.

Meng Yi frowned, and he had a lot of opinions on his behavior of being impatient and flirtatious: "Ciqing still has a pet at this time, but he has a strategy to defeat the enemy."

"I really don't have that," Yan Jiang cast a teasing look at King Qin, "but don't bring any heavy objects into the water, the general should be more careful."

While talking, another wave of water ghosts came, and I don't know how many people they hid in Bolangsha.

Meng Yi led several guards to resist desperately, Yan Jiang pulled King Qin back to the strings of the boat, and pulled the king who instinctively resisted. In the dark night, the flames were blazing, splashing a large and a small water.

The big tiger waited under the boat for a long time, and killed two passing water ghosts by the way.

Yan Jiang took King Qin to the tiger's side and held it tight, then tied the big backpack around Huahua's neck, and the three of them drifted towards the shore as much as possible.

The world is vast, and the Yellow River is raging. They are like scattered sesame seeds on the table by the river bank, and they are indistinguishable from each other in the river.

Waves came one after another, blurring people's vision.

As the only animal in the cat family that likes water, the tiger has superb swimming skills, and Yan Jiang is also very good at water. It is a pity that King Qin lived in Handan when he was young, with little water and boats. The most soaked water is just a hot spring pool, and it can only hold Huahua's fur tightly.

The short and hard tiger hair was caught in two large pinches, and it almost wanted to growl and bite.

"Your Majesty has such a tiger skin, Huahua will be angry." Yan Jiang put a small and portable air coil around his neck, but King Qin instinctively dodged it. He seemed a little distrustful of this thing. Holding Ah Jiang tighter.

Yan Jiang wanted to laugh a little, but found that the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, a little displeased, his expression could not be seen clearly in the night, but he could feel his anger.

That's right, this feeling of being out of his control should be the most disgusting and angry thing in his life.

"You have swum across the Caspian Sea, and you will definitely be able to swim across this small river. If you don't wear it, at least hold it?" He comforted, but immediately felt something wrong under his feet, and pushed King Qin away, "Huahua!"

The tiger grabbed the corner of King Qin's clothes and rescued him from choking on the water. Almost at the same time, a water ghost came from under the water, and slashed at Yan Jiang's neck with a sharp knife with a curved hook. It's not like Chu people's weapons, but it looks like Baiyue's weapons.

Yan Jiang shrank along the water, avoiding the sharp blade, and in the struggle, the knife on his fingertip pierced the brachial artery of his inner arm along the water.

Then he quickly distanced himself from the enemy—the most important thing in water was to maintain his strength, and he couldn't get entangled with these people. It was difficult for wounds to coagulate in water. With the bleeding speed of his arteries, 30 seconds was enough for him to go into shock.

People in this era think that the key is the neck and chest, and they don't know enough about the limbs.

As he expected, after dozens of seconds, the water ghost gradually sank to the bottom of the river, but he roared a few Chudili words, which attracted several water ghosts around.

Cut the neck next time~!

Yan Jiang was a little angry, but his expression was calmer, and he plunged into the water.

Than hold your breath, he is a person who has passed the diving certificate!

A human ghost that can’t be seen clearly in the dark, based on his feeling and direction, he pulled a cut throat under the water, took the place of the ghost, swam to other people, and cut off another one. The person struggled so hard that he almost missed it .

There are two more, which are already very close to King Qin.

Yan Jiang swam faster and stopped one.

But there is another one, which has already arrived at King Qin's side!

Right here, the King of Qin suddenly took out his dagger - a stab. After Wang took the sword, the swords on his body were all very handy weapons.

During this short period of entanglement, Yan Jiang had already rushed over and stabbed the water ghost into the cold.

But at this point, King Qin has already sunk.

At that moment, the river was wide and nothing could be seen underwater.

The chill rushed straight to his forehead in an instant, Yan Jiang's heart jumped into his throat, and he immediately dived underwater.

But the underwater visibility is not enough during the day, let alone this dark night?

"Kings!"

"Kings!"

"Win politics!"

"Zhao Zheng!"

During those few breaths of time, unprecedented panic was entrenched in his heart. He dared not believe it, and almost roared.

Yan Jiang went underwater again, but still found nothing.

Just as he was about to go into the water again, there was a sound of water coming from beside him. This time, he saw Huahua come up with a person.

At that moment, Yan Jiang felt that tears were coming out, and immediately lifted the other party's collar, and swam desperately to the shore.

By this time, the water was shallow enough for them to stand up.

Fortunately, this time, nothing went wrong. Almost instantly, the two of them hid in the reeds, put Qin Wangping in the reeds, and listened to the heartbeat first, yes, the heartbeat is still there.

Then he bowed his head and performed a set of artificial respiration.

I didn't feel any hindrance when I crossed the air, so I didn't inhale mud and sand and too much water.

Thankfully, it should have just been choked out.

He patted the other person's cheek, trying to wake him up, but it didn't work, he was still unconscious.

"It shouldn't be!" Yan Jiang forced himself to calm down, "Your Majesty, wake up, wake up!"

Finally, under his hard work, King Qin slowly opened his eyes!

Yan Jiang almost wept with joy, hugged him tightly, and buried his head in his arms. There is no words to describe the joy of regaining what was lost!

His owl, his majesty, his Ah Zheng.

He was alive and well, nothing happened, he didn't disappear into the river, and he didn't die.

This is really, really good!

King Qin also seemed to be startled. He reached out and tried to hug him back, but he really didn't have the strength, and his hand slipped from his back.

Yan Jiang was shocked, and immediately laid him flat, trying to give first aid again, but at this moment, there was a violent thumping sound from the backpack.

His Majesty!

Yan Jiang immediately opened the backpack, His Majesty struggled in the bag, suddenly stretched out his head, gasping for breath, Huahua shook the water, pricked up his ears, and began to be on guard.

"How are you?" Yan Jiang asked immediately.

His Majesty quickly jumped on himself, grabbed his hem with his claws, and jumped on his right thigh, indicating that he was injured.

"Where did you get hurt?" Yan Jiang was startled, and tore off his clothes.

There were enemies around, and he didn't dare to light a fire, so he could only touch and ask him.

"I was injured in the right thigh in the previous battle against the enemy in the river." His Majesty stroked his palm, "The bleeding could not be stopped."

Yan Jiang had already discovered that it was a three-inch long wound on his thigh, and there was no foreign object. Calculated according to the amount of blood spilled, it did not hurt the main artery. It took a solid five or six minutes, and all that time in the water was bleeding, and wound infection had to be considered.

He quickly opened the first aid kit and bandaged him with medicine to stop the bleeding.

Because the wound was critical, he still lit a thin candle with a magnesium rod, lit it for two seconds, and immediately blew out the spark.

"You're seriously injured, go ask for help." Yan Jiang tore off a corner of King Qin's clothes and put it in his paws.

Of course His Majesty understood, he got up immediately and went to find reinforcements.

Yan Jiang stood by King Qin's side, tightly grasping his cold hands.

Then pressed against his chest, counting the heartbeat.

Pale skin, coolness, and tachycardia are all symptoms of excessive blood loss.

This is really troublesome.

He didn't care that lighting the fire might cause trouble, so he found out the honey candle he made, lit one, and put it beside him.

Yan Jiang opened the first aid kit, took out a syringe, and drew a few milliliters of blood on the back of his hand under the moonlight.

Then he used another syringe to draw up the blood flowing from King Qin's thigh.

Unable to wait for it to stand still, he quickly shook the syringe centrifugally, and soon, the serum and plasma were separated.

He pushed out his own blood plasma, collected himself, bit his lip, and added the blood serum into King Qin's plasma.

After a minute, he gently swirled the plasma in the syringe.

The plasma flowed smoothly and did not coagulate.

He heaved a sigh of relief.

Although I don't know King Qin's blood type, as long as there is no coagulation, it means that the two blood types do not conflict and can be transfused.

He immediately inserted the syringe into the vein, drew out a tube full of blood, rubbed the epidermis with alcohol, and pushed it into the vein of King Qin's arm.

This needle is a disposable syringe in the first aid kit, used for injecting antibiotics, with a small capacity of only 10ml.

This is sour.

After going down for more than [-] times, the inner side of the left arm is full of dense needle holes, and I feel like a drug addict. The feeling of knocking and smashing can really realize the meaning of life and feel that I am really alive.

At this time, Huahua stood up suddenly, Yan Jiang immediately pressed to the ground, and heard the sound of horseshoes.

For a while, another big stone was put down in his heart. Fortunately, this meant that it was Qin Jun who came, and the water ghosts from Chu were not so brave enough to ride horses under the iron hooves of Qin Jun.

With a shriek, Maotouying swooped down quickly, and saw Yan Jiang sticking a needle into his body, his scalp went numb, and he tripped over the reed and fell to the ground.

"You've lost too much blood. I'm trying to save me." Yan Jiang glanced at it lightly, explained, and then continued to draw a tube of blood quickly, and slowly pushed it in for him.

His Majesty's sharp eyes immediately landed on his arm, stretched out his wings, and pointed to the distance, indicating that there are people over there.

"Don't make trouble, not everyone's blood can be transfused." Yan Jiang snorted softly, "I am immortal blood, your body can't resist, if a mortal loses indiscriminately, he or she will die."

At this moment, hundreds of fast horses rushed forward, and the first knight was Meng Yi's lieutenant, who knelt down to him to be polite, and blamed himself for the late rescue.

Yan Jiang didn't have time to chat with them, so he immediately followed them back to Qinying.

Mao Touying watched them leave with cold eyes, almost biting the bird's beak to pieces.

After tossing around for most of the night, this extremely thrilling assassination finally subsided temporarily.

At this time, Meng Yi also returned to the camp by the river. He was wounded all over his body, but he was protected by leather armor. It was not a serious injury, but he knelt silently beside King Qin's bed.

Yan Jiang was a little tired and said: "Go and bandage the wound, now is not the time to question the crime, the most important thing is to chase the assassin and protect the king."

Meng Yi felt very uncomfortable in his heart: "Everything is the fault of the guilty minister's negligence, so the king asked the second minister to take more care."

Yan Jiang nodded.

Then he drew a few more tubes of blood and injected it into King Qin's body.

His Majesty was very angry, and stopped Yan Jiang several times, almost causing Yan Jiang to stick the needle crookedly, so he warned slightly angrily: "This needle is very thin, and it needs to be used by immortals. If it breaks in the body, I will die. You try again indiscriminately." try?"

His Majesty drooped his head, the whole bird was wronged.

Yan Jiang pressed against his chest again and listened to his heartbeat. He was sure that it was much calmer than before, and his cold body was much warmer, so he felt relieved.

In the next second, he fell beside King Qin and lay down in seconds.

This time it really scared him to death.

His Majesty was frightened by A Jiang, and quickly flapped his wings beside him, trying to wake him up.

But it was useless, it was stunned for a few breaths, and suddenly stopped beside Yan Jiang, got into his arms, closed its eyes and fell asleep.

After a few breaths, King Qin on the bed opened his eyes, he slightly pursed his lips, his expression was extremely pale under the candlelight, the strength of his hand pinching Yan Jiang gradually increased, and in his deep eyes, there was a kind of fearful viciousness.