At this moment, a torrent surged up from the bottom up through his throat. Wu Chengsi couldn't help it, he wanted to vomit!
Someone supported him, turned him face down, and a hand gently patted his back.
Wu Chengsi could no longer bear it and vomited.
After vomiting, he felt that his mind was clearer again, and the speed of the world around him sped up. He only heard a woman's gentle voice: "Spit it out and it will be fine."
The other man took a long breath and said with a joyful tone: "Great, I'll inform the others."
"Is this the art of passing golden needles through acupuncture points? I finally have my eyes opened this time." Finally came an unfamiliar old man's voice.
Wu Chengsi was surprised to find that he could understand other people's words, but unfortunately he still couldn't open his eyes or make a sound.
The woman's voice was very distinctive, indescribably gentle and sweet. Wu Chengsi had heard this voice, but couldn't remember who she was for a moment.
The second man's voice was Wu You's, but the last old man didn't hear it.
After thinking for a while, Wu Chengsi felt a little tired and fell asleep again.
When he woke up again, Wu Chengsi felt that he had regained some strength and reluctantly opened his eyes. What came into view was the gray-white top of the tent, which was more than three feet high from the ground.
The strength he had regained was not enough to move his body. He could only move his eyes. When he turned to the corner of his eyes, he saw a woman in a light blue dress sleeping next to his bed.
This woman is none other than his fiancée Li Zhiying. It turns out that the owner of that voice is her. That's right... the only woman who can use golden needles to pass through acupuncture points is her.
Li Zhiying's delicate face is facing the direction of Wu Chengsi. Her eyebrows are like spring mountains, her eyes are like crescent moons, her face is like white jade, and her mouth is like a cherry.
There was a little moisture at the corner of her mouth, and it could be seen that she was sleeping very soundly. Wu Chengsi wanted to touch her cheek, but unfortunately he tried his best and couldn't even move his fingers.
Looking at her supple sleeping face, Wu Chengsi's eyes became softer and softer. After a long time, he felt a little tired again, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
When he woke up again, Wu Chengsi's first reaction was to look towards the edge of the bed.
nobody.
I turned my eyes around, but still couldn't see anyone.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps sounded.
"You're awake!" A blue figure walked to the bed carrying a bowl of medicine with a happy face. It was Li Zhiying.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Wu Chengsi wanted to thank her, but what he made was a series of meaningless sounds.
Li Zhiying smiled and said: "Your physical condition is not very good, don't talk for now, and have a good rest." She walked to Wu Chengsi and sat down, took a spoonful of medicine with a spoon, blew it gently, and said: "Here,
Open your mouth."
Wu Chengsi obediently opened his mouth and drank. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that there was a hint of sweetness in this bitter medicine.
When they were halfway through drinking, the generals of Zuo Wuwei all entered the camp and saw that Wu Chengsi was awake, and they all looked happy.
Wu Youji smiled and said: "Second brother, you finally woke up. You have scared us all this month."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Hei Te Changzhi said hurriedly: "General, you are not in good health yet, so don't talk until you are in good health."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Liu Shenli observed his words and asked tentatively: "General, do you want to know the latest military situation?"
"Well!"
Liu Shenli smiled and said: "Don't worry, because the envoy sent to Khitan has not come back, and the general manager has not sent troops to Goryeo yet."
"Recently, a group of 20,000 soldiers and horses loyal to Yuon Boyan repelled the defenders of Baobie City and joined up with Yuan Boyan. Yuan Boyan has already retreated to Buyeo City with these troops, so we don't need to rush to help." Pei Xingjian added.
Wu Chengsi breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most worried about was that he would miss the war because of this disease.
Pei Xingjian turned to everyone and said, "The general has not recovered from his illness yet. Let's all go out and let the general recover." With that, he drove all the generals out of the camp.
Li Zhiying, who had been sitting quietly by the bed, stood up and said softly: "I'm going to see Mr. Han for medical treatment. You should have a good rest." After that, he turned around and left.
"Woo?"
Li Zhiying looked back at him, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Do you want to ask why he is also sick?"
"Well!"
Li Zhiying said softly: "In order to ask me to treat you, it only took him six days to rush from Yingzhou to Chang'an. He almost didn't sleep along the way. He lost two horses to death. His body was exhausted and he collapsed from exhaustion.
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"Woo!"
Seeing the anxious look on Wu Chengsi's face, Li Zhiying smiled and said: "But don't worry, he is very strong. He only needs to be nursed for a few days. On your side, although he seems to be getting better, you must not
Careless."
Wu Chengsi breathed a sigh of relief and looked relaxed.
Li Zhiying stared at Wu Chengsi for a moment and said with emotion: "I can see that not only Han Lang will be loyal to you, but the other generals also care about you. It seems that like my grandfather, you are also a good general loved by your subordinates.
"
After saying that, he smiled brightly, turned around and left the camp.
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Fifty miles west of Laoha River.
On the vast grassland, hundreds of felt tents are dotted here, and the tents are filled with men and women wearing earrings and wearing braided hair.
Men ride horses, women drive cattle and sheep, old people weave clothes, and children make pottery. On this grassland, only those who work are qualified to survive, regardless of gender, old or young.
This is a tribe of the Khitan Li tribe.
The Khitan currently has eight major tribes. Ever since the Sui Dynasty and the Turks jointly attacked the Khitan, killing 40,000 strong Khitan men and plundering 40,000 Khitan women, the Khitan has been severely weakened and has not recovered its strength to this day.
For more than a hundred years, the Khitan people either relied on the Turks or the Central Plains Dynasty, surviving in the cracks, and finally increased their population.
In a certain felt tent, a Khitan boy was naked from the waist up, glaring fiercely at the beast in front of him. Although the boy was less than twenty years old, his muscles were extremely strong.
Two feet away in front of him, a huge gray prairie wolf crouched low, its cold eyes staring at the boy's throat, waiting for the best opportunity to speak.
In the corner of the felt tent, a one-armed Khitan man silently watched the battle.
After a long while, the one-armed man suddenly said: "Moluo, sometimes when you are in a stalemate with the enemy, you can deliberately expose your flaws to lure the enemy to attack, and then use heavy blows to defeat the opponent. People in the Tang Dynasty called this technique play hard to get."
A smile appeared on the young man's stern face: "Master, I understand."
The moment he spoke, the gray wolf pounced over.
The boy was well prepared, staggered his steps, and avoided the gray wolf's attack. Then he grabbed one of the wolf's hind legs, threw him on his back, and slammed the giant wolf, which weighed several hundred kilograms, to the ground.
Then a flying elbow hit the wolf's belly hard. When the boy stood up, the giant wolf was already dying.
"Teacher, how did I perform?" The young man raised his chin, quite proudly.
The one-armed man walked up to him, slapped him hard on the face, and said coldly: "If you were facing a Tang person, he would be dead by now."
As he spoke, he walked up to the wolf, took out his sword, chopped it hard, and cut off the wolf's head.
"Only by cutting off the opponent's head can we be considered a complete victory, remember?" the one-armed man said while holding the wolf's head.
The young man touched his cheek and whispered: "Disciple understands."
At this moment, a Khitan man entered the felt tent and said: "The leader, deputy leaders, and leaders of the other three tribes are here."
When the Khitan people spoke, they pointed in the direction of the young man, because this young man was the new leader of the Li tribe among the eight Khitan tribes, Da Hemoluo!
Dahe Moluo was the eldest son of Dahe Prairie who died in Chang'an, and the one-armed man was Brother Xiao Mo who escaped from Chang'an City.
After Brother Xiao Mo returned to the Li tribe, he also brought his hatred for the Tang Dynasty back to the Li tribe and supported Da Hemoluo as the new leader.
Originally, Da Hemoluo wanted to directly rebel against the Tang Dynasty, but was stopped by Brother Mo.
Brother Xiao Mo is very aware of the power of the Tang Dynasty. The Li tribe alone cannot fight against the Tang Dynasty. He must first unify the Khitan and then take revenge on the Tang Dynasty and regain the glory of the Khitan people.
At this time, the first enemy before Dahemuluo was not the Tang Dynasty, but Li Jinzhong, the governor of Songmo.
If you want to deal with Li Jinzhong, Li Bu alone cannot do it.
At the suggestion of Brother Xiao Mo, Dahemuluo first captured the envoys sent by the Tang Dynasty to the Khitan, and then invited three other tribes that were dissatisfied with Li Jinzhong to prepare for an alliance against Li Jinzhong.