The smell of blood in the air was so strong that it made people sick, and the fishy wind along with the smell of burning spread throughout Yangqiu.
When the Wuhuan people entered the village, the villagers fled and some houses were set on fire.
During Zhang Ze's night attack, in order to create chaos and cause the Wuhuan people to roar in the middle of the night, he threw some torches, which also set several houses on fire.
Fortunately, in these troubled times, the wasteland is worthless, and the houses are far apart, so the fire did not spread.
There is still a remote corner of the house in Yangqiu which is considered intact.
Zhao Yun led a team of soldiers on foot in the village to search for survivors, and this was the first place they came.
They searched each house, and when they encountered the Wuhuan people hiding alone, they joined forces to kill them. Fortunately, Zhao Yun kept emphasizing that they should not relax, and the soldiers remained vigilant and did not reduce their numbers.
Occasionally, I bumped into someone who was seriously injured either by Zhang Ze's leadership or by one of their own people, so I would make up for it with a stabbing blow.
If there were any minor injuries with intact limbs, they would be disarmed and tied up for later disposal.
Just like this, I walked through the fire scene and searched around until I found the last relatively intact area.
Without the light from the burning fire in the house, the surroundings were dark, so they lit up homemade torches one after another.
Zhao Yun looked solemn. He saw too many tragic events along the way, and all kinds of corpses lay beside the road.
There were villagers from Yangqiuli and Wuhuan people. He even saw a white horse that collapsed on the ground, with a body wearing a black military coat pressed under the horse.
The smoke spread so much that people couldn't open their eyes. Zhao Yun wiped his face with his hands.
"Let's go, restrain our brothers." He walked over first, and with a few soldiers around him, he lifted up the white horse and pulled out the body underneath the horse.
This soldier had been dead for a long time, but his body was still intact, with a huge gash between his chest and abdomen.
Zhao Yun knelt down, closed his eyes personally, and took back the dragged-out internal organs. The soldiers next to him took off the felt blanket from the dead horse and handed it over. Several people cooperated to wrap the body in the felt blanket and tie it tightly with leather ropes.
After doing this, Zhao Yun grabbed the soil on the side and rubbed it in his palms, wiping away the sticky blood on his hands.
The soldiers who died in battle will be buried, and compensation arrangements will be made after Gongsun Yan arrives at Lingzhi.
If he still has relatives.
"Captain Zhao, we've found it!" An excited voice came from a distance, "We've found Uncle Zhang."
Zhao Yun's face showed ecstasy. He stood up and ran quickly in that direction.
In a dark room in a small courtyard, he saw several soldiers gathering around with torches.
Seeing Zhao Yun approaching, they quickly moved out of the way.
When Zhao Yun and others came closer, they saw that they were all in a mess, with not a single piece of flesh spread out all over their bodies.
There were a few bloody rags on his body, and it was obvious that the people who found him tried to bandage him, but there were so many wounds on his body that they couldn't do anything.
Especially on the legs, there is no intact part of the legs, and the leg bones are almost visible.
Zhang Zhu is slightly two years younger than Zhao Yun. He was Zhao Yun's subordinate when he was in Qingzhou. They are both from Jizhou. Although they were separated for several years, Zhao Yun liked this tough and serious general the most. After Yi Jing broke through, he still
Keep him as your deputy.
Seeing this promising young man turn into this, Zhao Yun was filled with grief.
The open lips were dry and cracked, with foamy blood at the corners. The gray lips quivered: "Have we won?"
"Hurry and get some water." Zhao Yun ordered people to get water, and at the same time replied: "Victory! Big victory."
Hearing this, a happy smile appeared on his bloody face, and then he said to Zhao Yun who took off his coat and covered him: "I can't survive anymore. I hope Captain Zhao can take care of Aze more in the future."
After seeing Zhao Yun's arrival, Zhang Zhang, who had been tied up in the small courtyard, was obviously in a sluggish state, and his hands and feet began to twitch.
"Don't talk nonsense, you're fine." Zhao Yun touched his hand, but it was cold, "Go and make a fire and light the kang."
While shouting to the soldiers next to him, he lowered his head and reached out to fumble in his uniform under his breastplate.
"Captain Zhao..." He opened his mouth like a fish out of water and gasped for breath. He knew the extent of his injuries. Even if any famous doctor in the world came to rescue him, he would be disabled. I'm afraid I can't even stand up.
A useless person will only drag others down in troubled times and has no value in existence.
"It hurts so much." Zhang Zhang's voice was trembling. Facing Zhao Yun, he no longer needed to grit his teeth and endure it.
He felt as if his body had been ground in a rice mortar and burned on a fire. Every inch of skin and every bone was painless.
"Give me a break, brother." Zhang Zhang begged, hoping that Zhao Yun would pull out the dagger in his boot and stab him in the neck to free him.
"No, live well." Zhao Yun's eyes were slightly red, and he refused him. He took out a small cloth bag that was carefully stored on the inside of the chest plate, and untied it layer by layer. "No matter how painful it is, grit your teeth and endure it. You will be fine." of."
The innermost part of the cloth bag is a glass tube as long as the middle finger. The blue potion contained in it exudes a coquettish and dazzling color under the light of the torch.
Gongsun Yan spent 10,000 material points to buy this before Zhao Yun set off and gave it to him.
Knowing that Zhang Zhu was captured, Gongsun Yan and Zhao Yun prepared several plans. Fortunately, the most tragic situation did not happen.
Zhao Yun did not explain what it was or where it came from. There were still other soldiers nearby.
He held the open back of his neck with one hand, bit open the wooden stopper of the healing potion with his teeth, and brought the potion to his open mouth with the other hand.
"Anyuan, hurry up, drink it." He spat out the wooden stopper in his mouth, and said soothingly to a slightly confused man: "Drink it all, you can live."
As if infected by the firmness in Zhao Yun's words, he opened his mouth slightly, and Zhao Yun carefully fed every drop of the medicine into his open, dry lips.
The liquid in the small tube enters the throat, rolls around in the throat, and dissolves into the open mouth and intestines almost with one swallowing action.
His dry lips and tongue seemed to be moistened by the nectar of the clear spring in an instant. With every inch of his skin itching like ants crawling, the unbearable pain that had been tormenting him slowly faded away.
He wanted to ask Zhao Yun what it was, but his eyelids felt as if stones had fallen on him, and his mind gradually became confused. Finally, he tilted his head and fell asleep completely.
Zhao Yun's heart skipped a beat when he saw him lowering his head. He hurriedly tested it and found that he was still breathing, so he calmed down again.
He wrapped the empty medicine tube back into his cloth, stuffed it into his breastplate, and looked around. The soldiers with torches around them had curiosity and questions on their faces, but no one asked any questions.
Zhao Yun didn't intend to explain.
He bent down, gently lifted Zhang Zhang who was lying on the ground, and moved him to the earthen bed of this family.
He is not very tall when he is stretched out, and it is not difficult to hold him up with his arms.
The earthen kang that had just been heated was not yet very hot, so Zhao Yun tucked the military coat covering him for him.
I don’t know who had stripped off my original coat, and I don’t know how long it had been frozen in this cold weather.
The soldier carrying the water bottle rushed in. Zhao Yun fed him some and took another breath. Although it was weak, it became much calmer.
"Captain Zhao, you can wear mine." A soldier on the side saw that he had taken off his coat and covered it up. He was only wearing military uniform and thin armor, so he went to take off his coat.
"No need." Zhao Yun shook his head and thanked him, "Go to Captain Tian and tell him that Zhang Dubbo is seriously injured and ask him to order some veterans who know how to treat injuries to come over with bandages and medicine."
Tian Kai himself has not recovered from his serious injury, so naturally he will not stay on the front line.
I asked him to lead twenty white horse Yi Cong who were not in good health to escort the baggage and carriages behind, and coordinate with the reinforcements in Xiangguan. By the way, Tian Kai also used Tian Kai's seniority to keep an eye on the two reinforcement generals and avoid them. Going back on your word midway will ruin the whole plan.
Zhao Yun hesitated and added: "Please also invite Captain Tian to come over."
Zhang Zhuo's injury was so serious that even if Gongsun Yan himself was here, she couldn't tell whether this healing potion could save him.
Tian Kai still has half a bottle of healing potion, so he just wants to feed it together so as not to waste all his efforts.
Seeing the soldier running out, Zhao Yun asked someone to look after Zhang Zhang and walked out alone.
He stood outside the door and poured the remaining water from the kettle into his mouth.
Feeling that his thirst had not been quenched, Yu took the kettle and walked to the well platform, put down the bucket, picked up a bucket full of water, and filled the kettle full.
He drank the bone-chilling water in the kettle in one breath, sat on the edge of the well, and looked up at the dark night sky.
The few soldiers following him did not approach, but looked at his back from afar, which was almost hidden in the darkness.
He will also be tired. Fighting on the battlefield is really so easy, but such fatigue cannot be shown in front of the soldiers.
The fire burning in the distance gradually dimmed.
He sat alone in the darkness, counting to sixty in his mind, then exhaled a breath and stood up with renewed energy.
There are too few manpower, and there are still many things that need to be done.
