On the Mobei grassland in March of the Beacon Company, Xiao Muye's Xuanjia Army was fighting fiercely with the Xiongnu Zuoxian King's tribe. Jiang Lei led the medical disciples through the rain of arrows, and suddenly saw the Chinese army's banner shaking violently - that was the signal that the coach was in danger.
She grabbed the medicine bag and rushed to the handsome tent. The strong smell of blood in the tent was mixed with the strange sandalwood. Xiao Muye was half-kneeling on the ground, with a blue arrow stuck in his left shoulder, and a dark red blood line had spread to his heart.
Don't touch it! He sternly stopped the military doctor who was about to step forward. These were the ghost arrows of the Huns shaman and they were contagious. The candlelight in the tent flickered on and off, making the old scar between his eyebrows look even more sinister.
Jiang Li pulled off the embroidered handkerchief and wrapped it around her palm: "General, do you remember that in Yongxiang three years ago, you said that the hands of doctors are more precious than the He's Bi?" Without waiting for an answer, she took hold of the arrow shaft. Smoke rises from the contact point between skin and flesh, and the sound of friction between metal and bone can be heard in the heart-burning pain.
The moment the arrow cluster left the body, the neighing of a war horse was heard outside the tent. Twenty dead Xiongnu soldiers broke through the defense line and pointed their scimitars directly at the seriously injured Xiao Muye. Jiang Li grabbed the medicine pestle on the table and smashed it against the leader's face, then shot the golden needle into the key point on the side of his neck. In chaos…
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
