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 shouted sternly to stop the military doctor who was about to step forward. "These are the ghost arrows of the Huns shaman and they are contagious."
The candlelight in the tent flickered on and off, making the old scar between his eyebrows look even more sinister. Jiang Li took off the embroidered handkerchief and wrapped it around her palm: "General, do you remember in Yongxiang three years ago, when you said that the hands of doctors are more precious than the He's Bi?" Without waiting for an answer, she had already grasped the arrow shaft. Green smoke rose from the contact between skin and flesh, and she heard the friction of metal and bones in the heart-burning pain.
The moment the arrow cluster was separated from the body, the neighing of war horses was heard outside the tent, and twenty dead Huns broke through the defense line, pointing 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 a key point on the side of her neck. In the chaos, someone grabbed her bun and put the cold blade against her throat.
"Let him hand over the defense map of Mobei, otherwise this Han female doctor..." The kidnapper's threat ended abruptly. Xiao Muye's ring-headed knife penetrated his chest, and warm blood splashed on Jiang Li's pale face. His blood-stained palms covered her trembling fingertips: "What did I say that night when I taught you how to recognize stars?"
"What Beidou pointed out..." She swallowed the sweet taste in her throat, "Even if I die... I won't give up..."
Intention: Based on benevolence