There is one alive, five assassins, and three more can be found at once.
The few children who went out to put out the fire were so vomited that they really had no energy to look for survivors.
The half-dead assassin in the water was discovered by Gongsun Lan.
The water level was a little low, and although the big man turned over several times, he was still by the river and was not washed away by the river, so Gongsun Lan just stretched out his hand and lifted him out of the river.
But that was all. Not long after, the man's whole body was swollen and beyond recognition. Gongsun Lan just pulled him, and a large piece of flesh peeled off with the movement.
It's as if there is not as much air coming in as there is going out.
Li Chongrun and Yang San heard Gongsun Lan's call and hurried over, but they happened to take their last breath.
"It's really a pity that he died like this." Li Chongrun sighed, and examined the body under the pale light of Gongsun Lan's angry wind lantern at night.
The body was short but very fat. He was wearing gray clothes, and his face was once covered with a piece of cloth, but it had been almost completely burned by the fire, leaving only some remains.
There is a horizontal knife at the waist, which is held up by a cowhide belt. However, unlike the custom of hanging on the waist in this dynasty, the horizontal knife is placed diagonally between the waist and abdomen.
Li Chongrun vaguely remembered where he had seen this way of carrying a knife.
Yang San successively retrieved some weapons from the fire, a few unburned crossbows, a few horizontal knives, and a somewhat weird weapon with a sickle-like head and an iron chain with an iron ball on it.
later.
"Uncle Chen was injured by this sickle."
Li Chongrun took a closer look at the tip of the sickle, and found that the tip was indeed somewhat damaged, which was consistent with the tip he found at Lao Chen's wound.
Seeing the sickle-shaped weapon, Li Chongrun felt as if he had seen this thing in an anime.
It seems that the Japanese who lived a good life, and the gang of assassins in their country called "Ninja", like to use this thing.
Li Chongrun suddenly remembered where he had seen people dressed like this. They were Japanese foreign students he had seen in the Imperial College, also known as Japanese soldiers.
The Japanese admired the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, and all their clothes were the same as those of the Tang people. If there were any differences, there were only two points. First, the blade of the horizontal sword was slung upward between the waist and abdomen, unlike the Tang people who hung it on the waist. It was said to be convenient.
Draw the sword.
Another point is that it is rainy in the Japanese country, so they like to wear wooden clogs to prevent foot rot. Although after arriving in the Tang Dynasty, they would follow the local customs and wear boots such as climbing shoes, but because they wore wooden clogs more often, the toe gaps were much wider than those in the Tang Dynasty.
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Li Chongrun checked it curiously and found that the toe gap was indeed very wide.
"Uncle Yang San, how come there are Japanese people chasing you?" After confirming the identity of the assassin, Li Chongrun asked Yang San curiously.
"It's a long story. Your Majesty, has Uncle Chen been rescued?" Yang San was very straightforward. The assassin who was chasing him was already dead. He was not in a hurry to answer Li Chongrun's question. Instead, he asked about Lao Chen's condition first.
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Li Chongrun called a few brothers to go to the Naguan River to find some bad guys. After all, if a human life was lost, throwing the body into the river would not be possible.
It's just that a few of the dead were Japanese people. Given the temper of this dynasty, there was a high probability that they would just pick up the bad guys who reported to the officials and throw them into a mass grave.
"He was saved, but the wound was infected. Although I helped him stop the bleeding, he had to leave the infection to his fate."
Yang San was very surprised by Li Chongrun's medical skills: "I tried to bandage Uncle Chen on the way, but the wound kept bleeding for some reason and couldn't be stopped. I'm not familiar with Yangzhou and don't know where there are medical clinics, but the prince is here."
Daochang Li has studied medical skills, but he knows a lot about it, so he came back quickly and slowly."
"There is a tip of the knife stuck in the rib deep in the wound. It will definitely bleed during movement."
Li Chongrun had already taken Yang San back to the guest room where Lao Chen was kept. Several little girls had already cleaned up the mess, leaving only Lao Chen on the couch with the small sandbag still pressing the wound.
Seeing Yang San come in, Wu Qi and several other acquaintances talked to Yang San about Li Chongrun's highlight moments.
When he heard that his prince was sewing his flesh like embroidery, even Yang San, a tough guy, was so frightened that his face twitched.
"Your Majesty, why does this wound have a strong smell of garlic?"
The guest room was filled with the smell of cucumbers, and it didn't take much effort for Yang San to find the source of the smell.
"It's just like the medicinal soup cooked by Wu Qi, it can prevent infection."
"What is this infection?"
"To explain this clearly, many books could be written, probably taller than you. Are you sure you want to listen?"
After getting along with Li Chongrun for a long time, everyone has long been accustomed to the awkward sentences that often come out of the prince's mouth. Everyone has become accustomed to it.
"Then will Uncle Chen survive or die?" Yang San was still a little uneasy.
"If the fever subsides tonight, then you can survive." Li Chongrun was unsure. He hadn't invented penicillin yet, and the high fever caused by inflammation would not subside, so he could only keep Ya burning.
This is because the immune system has gone crazy, and both the bacteria and themselves must die. No one can explain it clearly.
After struggling for so long, Li Chongrun was a little hungry. He left a few little girls to look at Old Chen, and then invited Yang San and Gongsun Lan to eat in the main hall.
"What happened when you went to Jiankang? Why were there still Japanese people chasing you? Why did Old Chen shout "There is a dragon" when he just woke up?"
Speaking of dragons, Yang San seemed to think of something particularly scary. His face suddenly turned a lot whiter, and his energy was not as exciting as before, but he shrank a little.
"Your Majesty, there is indeed a dragon. I saw it too!"
Yang San glanced around and saw that the little girls serving the meal were a little far away. He lowered his voice and told Li Chongrun: "It's such a big dragon, but..."
Yang San wasn't trying to show off, but he still swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, as if to calm down his shock.
"It's just that he's dead!"
"Dragon is a made-up thing. Where did it come from?"
As a young man from Siyou who had received socialist lower education training, Li Chongrun, who adhered to a materialist view of history, did not believe in the existence of dragons.
"It's true. When I took Lao Chen to get it out of the dragon's belly, it was exactly what came out of the dragon's mouth. It was such a big one! Only the bones were left. I even brought back a piece of evidence!
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In order to emphasize the credibility of his words, Yang San actually took out a piece of evidence from his arms. It was a big tooth, as thick as Li Chongrun's thumb and as long as his palm.
Li Chongrun weighed it carefully in his hand. The tooth was neither gold nor jade, but extremely smooth and heavy. It was indeed a tooth.