Zhao Yun saw that the Hu man's young man's eyes were all black and blue, and he was trembling, thinking that he might not be able to ask any questions.
He winked at Xia Houlan. Xia Houlan understood, retreated to the rear, took out a rope made of broken kudzu cloth from the horse bag of Zhao Yun's horse, and threw it to Zhang Yun together with the kettle.
Zhao Yun took it with his left hand, picked up the gun in his right hand, and turned the Hu man youth who was already in a trance into a semi-conscious state, pressed his knees on his back, and tied his hands tightly behind his back.
Then he took out a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao from the inner pocket of his coat.
Gongsun Yan bought it and reminded them to carry it with them.
Zhao Yun has never used it, but the powerful hemostatic effect of this medicinal powder has been verified in the military.
Zhao Yun pinched the Hu man's cheek, poured a small amount of beige powder together with the bright red pill inside into his mouth, unscrewed the kettle, and poured water for him to drink.
A person who has lost a lot of blood will feel cold and thirsty. He swallows all the powder in a daze and opens his mouth to look for water.
Zhao Yun fed him two more bottles of salt water, tore open his clothes and sprinkled the remaining powder evenly on the bloody wounds.
After doing this, Zhao Yun stuffed the empty medicine bottle into his pocket.
Then, he held the young Hu man with one hand, confiscated all the sharp weapons on his body and the daggers in his boots, and threw them all onto the back of his own yellow gelding, tied like a rag bag.
Even if he survives, this young man's right hand is already disabled. Leaving him here will lead to death, so it is better to take him with him.
If he could survive, he might be able to get more information about the handsome man he mentioned, which would come in handy.
Just when Zhao Yun and Xia Houlan were interrogating the survivors and gathering the remaining horses on the battlefield.
Gongsun Yan hid behind a tree and vomited loudly.
His mind was full of images of dozens of people dying on the ground, their limbs entangled.
When she first came here, she also witnessed the scenes of Gongsun's family being littered with corpses, but Gongsun Zan's treatment of his own family was not as bloody and ruthless as fighting on the battlefield. Most of them were fatal with one sword.
When she was in danger, she had no time to observe too much.
Then she fell into a coma and was lucky enough to miss the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in the Yijing breakout battle.
At this moment, she suddenly faced the battlefield and was hit by the double impact of the sight and smell. It was really difficult for her to suppress her physiological nausea.
It wasn't until she vomited everything in her stomach that she straightened up holding on to the tree trunk and bought a bottle of water from her system to rinse her mouth.
Not daring to delay any longer, she poured the remaining water in the bottle into the palm of her hand and wiped her face carelessly to wake herself up.
This killing once again reminded her of the ruthlessness and cruelty of this world, and she had no time to feel cowardly.
The hood I was wearing didn't have time to take off, so it was stained with vomit, empty plastic bottles, and tissues for wiping my face, and was thrown directly into the system seller's store.
As expected, after receiving a rubbish and worthless comment from the system, she smoothed her hair with her hands, took a deep breath, and walked out from behind the tree.
When she raised her eyes, she saw Zhao Yun waiting not far away with a gun in his hand, looking towards her.
Gongsun Yan twitched the corners of his mouth and gave him a forced smile: "Sorry, I wasted some time. Let's go!"
The petite girl was wrapped in a large black coat and wore a large and bulky armor.
A hint of mourning white was revealed at the collar, and there was no trace of blood on his face.
He showed a thin smile, like a frightened bird.
But he's still apologizing and trying to be brave.
Zhao Yun felt a mixture of emotions in his heart.
If it weren't for these troubled times, a woman like Mrs. Gongsun should be a treasure that her parents and husband hold in the palm of their hands, why would they have to suffer these hardships.
Gongsun Yan's expression was so bad that Xia Houlan, who was holding the horse beside him, couldn't bear to say anything more.
"How is Acheng?" Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit serious, Gongsun Yan pretended to be relaxed and changed the subject.
Xia Houlan patted the white cloth bag hanging on his chest: "Still asleep!"
"Okay! Let's go quickly." Gongsun Yan patted his cheek and walked to the white horse, "I still don't worry about Uncle Tian and the others."
"No!" Zhao Yun replied with clasped fists, came behind Gongsun Yan, held her waist as usual and lifted her onto the horse.
Gongsun Yan did not dare to look at the battlefield in the distance.
But when she lowered her head, she realized that the white horse under her seat was splattered with a lot of blood, and even the saddle in front of her was not spared.
Zhao Yun got on his horse and saw that she was at a loss and didn't know where to catch her. He hesitated and then said: "If you don't give up, Madam Gongsun, you can...continue to rely on the general."
Gongsun Yan was stunned, turned his head and looked up at Zhao Yun.
With a serious look on his face, he slightly opened his eyes. Although his chin was covered by a tangled beard, you could still see his lips tightened and a thin blush appeared on his face.
It is hard to imagine that such an embarrassed young man had just shot a man with a gun and killed a man whose blood was flowing into a river.
"Yes, it's time to work."
For some reason, Gongsun Yan stuttered. She was a little perverted and thought the contrast was cute.
As if she was infected by him, Gongsun Yan temporarily put down her previous emotions and took a breath.
Biting her lip, she softened her waist, leaned her back against the man's solid chest, sat between his arms, and leaned into his arms.
It was obviously a bit cold without the protection of the hood, but Gongsun Yan felt that his face was getting hot.
Xia Houlan on the side still did not miss the instant change in the atmosphere between the two. He hugged Gongsun Cheng tightly in his arms and took two steps to the side on his horse.
He looked back and glanced behind him.
He and Zhao Yun dragged the pile of barbarian corpses to the woods beside the road. The situation was so urgent that they had no time to bury them and deal with the aftermath.
The air is still filled with a strong smell of blood.
He looked back at the two people on the white horse.
From his angle, he could see the bright red ears of the two people at the same time.
They really know how to pick places and times.
He and Zhao Yun grew up together and have never seen him show such an expression before.
Xia Houlan raised his eyebrows and moved his gaze to the tree next to him.
In March, a small green bud sprouted from a thick tree trunk, sticking out of the thin snow.
It is indeed spring, he sighed.
"Zixiu!" Zhao Yun, his ears red, called back his attention, "Let's go!"
"Here we come!" Xia Houlan came to his senses and responded. Being disturbed by his response, Gongsun Cheng, who was still in a daze in his sleep, stirred a little and raised a little hand to rub his eyes.
Xia Houlan turned around quickly, fearing that Gongsun Cheng would wake up and see the mess on the ground, so she clumsily patted him on the back twice to put him to sleep.
Gongsun Cheng's trembling look was really sad to see. It would be better to fall asleep so that he could be back in his sister's arms when he woke up.
After coaxing Gongsun Cheng, Xia Houlan looked at Zhao Yun and Gongsun Yan who were waiting for him, not daring to answer any more. The two looked at each other in tacit understanding, and at the same time, they pinched the horse's belly and started galloping again.
The horse carrying the Hu youth was tied to the saddle of a white horse by Zhao Yun. Except for one or two that were stubborn and refused to leave, a dozen other horses gathered together and started running with the team.
These are all high-quality war horses, and there is no reason to abandon them.
In the blink of an eye, the killing field full of blood was far behind.
After two more rains, the blood stains on the ground were washed away, and only the corpses of the Wuhuan people dragged into the forest and stacked together could prove what happened here.
