Someone next to him had a green face and said, "Tu Xingsun, your mother's one said it directly? Besides, the surname Ding may not be that powerful! Don't fucking the hero of the Bing Leiding in Jiuzhou at once? Wouldn't you be smearing? If the dozen masters behind him rode on horseback and killed most of the dispersed brothers, everyone would calm down and turn it back, the surname Ding would definitely not be able to withstand it!"

Tu Xingsun shook his head with a wry smile: "This master, for business, I have buried myself in the same piece of land as the dead, and I have been more than once. But this time I was so brave. Do you think that the dozen masters of the riders are the helpers of the hero Feng Leiding of Jiuzhou? You were wrong! That's an enemy, and you'll fight when you come! How did you fight? Master Hong doesn't allow me to add fuel to the fire. To be honest, I didn't really see the riders in the turmoil. In the end, the dozen riders only escaped six or seven people... Good guys, they were about to get on the horse and escape, and forty or fifty riders rushed up and surrounded him, shooting a pair of them on the spot, and there were three or four hundred good men walking to follow him!"

"What's behind?"

"The hero of the Jiuzhou Feng Leiding behind... I know you are so fucked, but I'm really scared. I don't dare to call that name. You can take it too much. Hero Ding was carried out by his apprentice. The forty or fifty riders are all characters with the arm that can run horses. The one in front of him was Zhu. When he saw it, he asked, "How are you doing sir? Senior brother, are you eating shit? How did you do this?" A man named Xu pulled him and asked him why the elder brother was like this? Senior brother was also brought out. He was so anxious that he vomited blood. After a long time, he said, "Mr. I did seven of them and injured one. The wound left behind when he did with the killer had cracked and couldn't hold on. The sixth junior brother killed two. I'm really useless for your elder brother!"

Hong Zhongcong listened, put down the tea bowl and sat up straight: "What? Make it clear! Ding Yi can do seven more and hurt one? Who is more than a dozen riders? I am not a master even if I face any two of them, I am not sure of winning. Ding Yi was suddenly attacked by us, at least eight parts of the wounds. He can do seven more and hurt one seriously?"

"Master Hong, why do you think I, Tu Xingsun, wouldn't even be scared? I dare not even call that person's name? This is not a human being!" Tu Xingsun stood up and sang a fat promise, then took out a small cloth bag from his arms - it was the deposit given to him by Hong Zhongcong. Although Hong Zhongcong agreed that he would not have to withdraw, he still put it on the table and clasped his fists at Hong Zhongcong and said, "Thank you, Mr. Hong, I have a lot of courage. Mr. Sun has no courage to eat this bowl of rice. I have some savings over the years. Go back to my hometown to be a rich man. You guys, you will never have the chance to go back to your hometown!"

Hong Zhongcong's face turned blue, his fists were clenched unknowingly, and he shook his head slightly and said to himself: "How is this possible? How is it possible?" After a while, he calmed down and said to the killers present, "Everyone, this is something that Mr. Hong has not planned well, but I have heard Tu Xingsun just now. In the past year and two years, we will still restrain ourselves. If we are involved in the business of Mr. Ding and the evil ghosts under his command, no matter what the silver code is, we will reject it for the time being." Those who are terrified killers all claim to be.

It was already the seventh day when Ding Yi woke up.

The one who was waiting in front of the bed was Hu Shan, who was covered with bandages all over his body. No matter how others persuaded him in the past seven days, he even threatened him to death, except Laza. He was an expert and understood more than anyone else the price of Ding Yi's last two arrows. If Ding Yi did not fire those two arrows, the eight of them would eventually die under the other's knife, it would be only a matter of time. It would be impossible for Zhu Dong to lead the man to kill him. Ding Yi, who was good at lurking in the forest, would cover up his whereabouts during the period before the rescue arrived.

So he thought Ding Yi was using his own life to exchange their lives.

Seeing Ding Yi open his eyes slightly, Hu Shan greeted outside, but praised: "Sir, I'm sorry for you!" This Jinyiwei Baihu, who is far older than Ding, kowtowed from the bottom of his heart. The title of the master and apprentice can also be maintained by a ceremony and a few pieces of bacon because of the customs of this era. Of course, this title may be exchanged at the orders of Ding Yi, and the like of promotion. But the true friendship between the master and apprentice is definitely not based on these.

If there is, there is, if there is no, there is nothing.

Ding Yi just said weakly: "Stand straight..." and then fainted again.

Even though he had taught all apprentices, including Zhang Mao, how to clean the wounds, suture them, and even let them practice hands on animals. He also purified some spirits to act as alcohol and disinfect, and standardized the cleaning and use of bandages. He also taught them how to use triangular scarves, cardiac resuscitation, artificial respiration and other common sense, and accumulated a batch of trauma medications.

But he couldn't get antibacterial drugs like penicillin.

What he knows is battlefield first aid and some common sense of first aid for hundreds of years, and is not a surgeon. If he teaches it to his disciples of this era, only God knows. And if the injuries on his body are professional surgeons for hundreds of years, they will have a great headache without antibiotics, let alone his two-sword barefoot doctor apprentices.

Everything can only be dealt with by Ding Yi's body.

But perhaps because debridement and disinfection are done well, and during the postoperative fever stage, Zhu Dong, Xu Niu, Wei Wencheng, Zhang Mao and others immediately followed what Ding Yi taught: he arranged for people to apply their hands and apply ice to the first-hand method to cool down. The ice cubes stored in the British Duke's mansion were pulled over several trucks in winter, but not only did Hu Shan not have a fever, Ding Yi also survived.

Finally on the ninth day, Ding Yi woke up again and again.

To be precise, it was woken up.

The dispute between Chen San and Hu Shan.

It was obvious that the apprentices present had been divided into two factions, but Chen San was obviously a weak party. He had no other allies except the nine-year-old Zhang Mao. Hu Shan was a little excited: "What do you think you are doing? What have you been doing these days when you are ill? What training? What kind of fucking training? Mr. Save his life to save a few of us. Do you still have a conscience?"

"I, Old Zhu, didn't expect you, Chen San, to be such a person, oh!" Zhu Dong was also very excited. Although he didn't swear, he was actually more heartbroken than Hu Shan's words. "When everyone was in front of you, you, Chen San, was shocked! When the husband led his brothers to fight to decide the outcome, you ran back. What a coincidence! Now that the husband fell, you will be enjoying the official career all day long except for kowtowing every morning. Chen Xiaoqi, who is not older than your official rank? Do you still have to show off?"

Wei Wencheng sarcastically said coldly: "I shouldn't have picked this guy up at the beginning. This villain suddenly became rich. A small flag of the Jinyiwei made him unable to tell the difference between the east, south, west and north! Chen San, you have to understand that besides Lao Qi, the sir is just the cloud covering our heads! How stupid are you? What's the use of fiddling with the new soldiers all day?" Xing Dahe also mocked Chen San on the side.

Xu Niu was neutral and kept persuading Hu Shansan: "Okay, don't argue! Let's talk about everything when the teacher wakes up. Chen San, shut up too."

But he could not call Chen San, but the nine-year-old Zhang Mao: "Can you stop making a fucking trick? Is it okay to make sense? I just think that the sixth brother is right! Don't glar at me, I'm afraid you're glaring? I think you are the third brother. What's the matter with me? What do you think I'm going to think of you?"

I come to kowtow every morning and then go to train? New sergeants?

Ding Yi was a little confused and said, "Shut up."

"Sir, wake up!", "Please invite the teacher's wife and the others here!", "Please go and invite him here too!", "Go and report to the manager and ask him to go to the Internal Affairs Office to report a letter to the governor!" It was a mess, and the whole room was busy.

"Stop." Ding Yi wanted to reach out to pinch Zhang Mao's face lying beside the bed, but found that both hands could not be raised at all, and even felt aching when his fingers moved.

However, Zhang Mao had a wink, and the young master jumped onto the chair and raised his arms and shouted: "It's all hesitant to stop! No move is allowed! No word is allowed! Whoever wants to be unable to get along with the young master, just try it!" Well, is there any servant and maid who want to be the only one of the British masters who will not be able to get along with the future? The answer is no, so the panic finally calmed down.

"Hu Shan, start with me fainting. Don't talk nonsense, I'm not energetic." Ding Yi said to Hu Shan with tears in his eyes.

In fact, things are not complicated.

After the Oirats could not get the echo of their companions from their northwest corner, they waited for a while and even the shouts of killing disappeared. They were scared because, including the three Oirats who did not echo from the beginning to the northwest corner, more than one-third of the casualties were killed or injured. The soldiers on the grassland were brave, but their discipline was surprisingly poor, so they immediately chose to retreat.

Then, before he escaped, he was surrounded by Xu Niu and Zhu Dong and the thirty riders. Then the three hundred good men that the young master Zhang Mao asked for from his family had arrived. The people of Tumusiha were unable to fly.

Speaking of dispersion, if it weren't for Ding Yi's two arrows or Chen San's and the others' dispersion, it would be a matter of a few more breaths or less.

This is also the reason why Ding Yi tried his best to shoot the bow. At that time, they had already lost about three points, and before Ding Yi fired the arrow, he was cut down several times, forming a three-on-three situation. Ding Yi knew very well that he would escape the next second, and then wounded people like Hu Shan and Sun Wei were immediately reduced to ghosts under the knife. The other few who were still supporting him, including Chen San, would definitely not be able to survive.
Chapter completed!