Qi Zihao dodged him sideways, bared his teeth and said, "It's okay, I seem to be a little stretched."
"Is it really okay?" Yan Laosan looked at the blood stains on his armor, "Even if it's a small wound, don't take it seriously."
"Don't worry, it's all other people's blood!" Qi Zihao said while moving his shoulders slightly.
He spoke calmly on the surface, but actually he was cursing secretly in his heart.
The grandson's strength just now was too great. He tried his best not to resist head-on and tried his best, but his shoulders were still numb from the shock.
I didn't feel it before when I fought against the enemy with all my strength, but now I felt pain in my shoulders, numbness in my arms, and weakness in my hand holding the knife when I stopped.
Fortunately, the Xirong people were gone by now and no longer posed much of a threat.
Qi Zihao threw his two swords aside, walked to Jia Lin and Qi Fei, stood side by side with them, and watched Qi Jun and the Wuman people clean up the mess together.
First, carry your wounded to a cleaner place, and put the corpses aside as intact as possible.
As for the Xirong people, those who were seriously injured were directly stabbed and sent away, while those who surrendered or were lightly injured were directly bound by their hands and feet and thrown aside.
The entire camp was in a mess. Some tents were knocked upside down, some were scarred by knife tips, and some were simply burned to ashes by fire.
The ground, which was wet from the rain, had now turned into a sea of blood.
The corpses and wounded Xirong soldiers who were unable to get up were lying on the ground, soaked in blood. After being burned by the sun for several hours, they exuded an unpleasant smell.
Qi Zihao's stomach made a growling sound, and then he remembered that the last time he ate was in the middle of the night yesterday.
Last night, after dealing with the sneak attack by the Xirong people, Jia Lin and Qi Fei rushed over and said that according to the people of the Wuman tribe who could read the weather, the rain should stop in the middle of the night, and there was a strange sound blowing in the wind.
breath.
According to their speculation, the Xirong people should have come to a relatively close position despite the rain, hoping to make a sneak attack in the second half of the night after the rain stopped.
Unexpectedly, when they rushed here, they found that someone had already come to attack them, but they were quickly eliminated by the Qi army.
Although Qi Zihao was dubious about what Jia Lin said, there was a strange smell in the air.
However, after entering Juzhou, the Wuman people's judgment on the weather can be said to be accurate. After all, their ancestors have lived in this mountain forest for generations.
So in the end, Qi Zihao chose to believe that he had it, quietly gathered all his men, and evacuated the camp in the rain overnight, and finally successfully launched a counterattack, this time losing at least a thousand Xirong men.
So Qi Zihao said directly: "You deserve the greatest credit for defeating the Xirong people today. Everyone has been working hard since the middle of the night.
"There's not much good stuff in the barren mountains and ridges right now. I'll ask people to try their best to pick up a few good dishes. Let's fill our bellies first."
Qi Zihao was happy that he had won a big victory today and ordered the logistics people not to be stingy and to get some delicious food for the other soldiers.
So the logistics people simply killed a cow, set up several large pots, stewed the cow head and bones, and left two pots to stew the beef.
Soon, the aroma of beef wafted out.
Someone on Qi Zihao's side had already re-selected a position to set up the Chinese military tent. The beef hadn't been stewed yet, but the drinks and side dishes were already on the table.
Qi Zihao took the lead in raising his glass and said: "Although I have been mentally prepared for this war in Juzhou, the environment here is still too harsh, and many problems have occurred that we did not expect.
"Without your help, let alone attacking the Xirong people, we would have lost a lot of manpower.
"When we withdraw our troops this time, I will definitely write down all your achievements and present them to you."
"Thank you so much, General Qi." Jia Lin also raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.
After a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere gradually became warmer.
Jialin also rarely talked about some things about himself.
The environment in the Juzhou Mountains is too harsh, especially for the elderly and children.
The average life expectancy of the clan members is over 40 years old, and many children unfortunately die every year.
After getting to know Qi Fei, he came into contact with the world outside the mountains. He yearned for the stable life that Qi Fei said about men farming and women weaving, and hoped that his people could live such a life.
But now there is a lot of resistance from the elders in the tribe, because the Wuman tribe has lived like this for hundreds of years. The elders are not willing to come into contact with new things, and they reject everything outside. They even think that the arrival of Qi Fei has caused harm.
Jia Lin wanted to burn him to death, thinking that this would make Jia Lin "change his evil ways".
Jia Lin said: "This time I helped the Qi army resist the invasion of Xirong. Actually, I also have my own selfish motives.
"I hope to establish my own prestige among the tribe. Only in this way can I have the strength to compete with the elders."
"What's the point!" Qi Zihao raised his hand and put it on Jia Lin's shoulder, "To tell you the truth, if you don't have any intentions at all, I really don't dare to join forces with you.
“It’s best if everyone takes what they need, helps each other, and achieves a win-win situation, isn’t it?”
"General Qi is right, but I am narrow-minded." Jia Lin said and drank another glass of wine, "It is refreshing to deal with people like you."
"Don't worry, just because you helped me so much this time, if you really encounter trouble when you return to the clan, send someone to find me.
"Although I can't help you under the banner of Da Qi, there's no problem in lending you some for private use."
"Then I'll thank General Qi first!" Jia Lin was overjoyed upon hearing this.
Regardless of the opposition of the clan elders, he insisted on bringing more than two hundred clansmen to help the Qi army. Naturally, it was impossible just because his life was saved by Shen Tianshu.
What he wants besides the support of his tribe is the support of Daqi.
Even if this kind of support cannot be expressed openly, Qi Zihao is very satisfied if he can express his position like this.
If Qi Zihao can really report his achievements to the Qi court after the war, so that he can get a title from Qi, even if it is just an empty title, it will make what he wants to do next go much smoother.
To put it bluntly, even if he failed unfortunately in the end, as long as he could escape to Daqi alive, Qi Zihao should be able to provide him with some shelter.
In fact, he could tell that since moving into Juzhou City, the ghost master now has a faint desire to go back to the mountains.
The ghost master is now older, and no matter how shabby Juzhou City is, it is much more comfortable than living in a tree.
But as a ghost master, he would never take the initiative to say that he would abandon the way of life that his ancestors had lived for generations, so he could only support Jia Lin secretly.
After being exposed to outside civilization, Jia Lin had no desire to go back to the deep mountains and forests.
Even if returning can help him successfully become the new ghost master, his life will not be as comfortable as that of ordinary people in Daqi.