Ren Ning shouted urgently and subconsciously shuddered. He didn't want to touch the wound on his body, and his eyes suddenly turned black in pain.
Biting his lower lip hard to stop his dizzy head, he forced himself to open his bloodshot eyes.
When Ren Ning saw the situation in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but be startled.
The withered yellow grassland is endless, and the hot northwest wind is blowing. It seems that the smoke and artillery fire before was just a dream.
The most important thing is that the person lying next to him is not a dead comrade, but a black war horse covered in bruises.
The horse is not dead yet.
"Chasing the wind?"
Ren Ning's head roared, and he unconsciously lowered his voice and shouted the name of the war horse.
Ahem!
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and his throat was even more burning, as if he had just swallowed a pile of hot coals.
咴咴咴!
When the owner woke up, the collapsed war horse perked up and moved its front legs continuously.
Ren Ning's eyes narrowed slightly.
Zhui Feng's body was covered with shocking scars. There were burns from fire, wounds from knives, wounds from arrows and even wounds from axes.
Some wounds have healed, while others are still bleeding.
In particular, there was a two-finger-wide wound, which was slashed diagonally from the horse's belly to its left hind leg, and dense white bones could be seen everywhere. I don't know how it survived.
He quickly glanced around and found nothing strange. Ren Ning moved his hands slightly, preparing to pick the water hyacinth on his waist.
However, it opened wounds all over the body, and instantly countless waves of severe pain hit him.
His vision went dark and he almost fainted again.
After a while, the pain gradually subsided, and Ren Ning realized that his current body was no better than the war horse next to him.
His whole body was covered in scars and was as tattered as a doll that had been hissed by wild dogs. There was even a long arrow stuck deep in his thigh.
Accidental shaking will cause excruciating pain one after another.
咴咴咴!
Zhui Feng next to him screamed vigorously and moved his front hooves again.
Ren Ning Yiling looked at him with deep understanding.
In an instant, a light white light swayed slightly not far away.
Taking a closer look, he suddenly shivered.
Lying in the grass was a two-meter-long prairie wolf, grinning widely and staring coldly at this side.
It's like a vulture in the sky waiting coldly for its prey to die.
The hint of white that I accidentally caught a glimpse of just now is the gray and dirty fur on the wolf's chest.
Ren Ning stared at it, not daring to blink.
Soon, he breathed a sigh of relief.
This is a skinny lone wolf.
Eighty percent of them were expelled from the wolf pack because they were weak or injured, and could only wander alone on the grassland.
But no matter what, it was still more than enough to take care of one of their seriously injured and dying men.
Talk about long time, real time is short.
Ren Ning's hand, which originally stretched out to the water hyacinth, immediately reached for the dagger at his waist.
He was shocked.
His hands were empty, and the weapon stuck in his waist had long since disappeared.
Ren Ning cried out secretly, and even broke out in cold sweat.
He shook his head quickly, and the situation around him was instantly clear to his eyes.
Surrounded by a patch of gentle grass, not to mention that he didn't see his original weapons, there wasn't even a stone used to hit people.
Without much thought, Ren Ning fell headlong to the ground without hesitation. His tongue hung out for a long time, and even his breathing stopped a little.
However, his right hand stayed on his left leg near the arrow branch.
He was ready to play dead.
As long as the lone wolf dared to get close to his attack range, Ren Ning would be sure to use the last bit of his strength to pull out the arrow from his leg, stab it into the wolf's weak point, and send it to the west.
A few minutes passed, and the wolf did not move, still lying there coldly.
It seems that they are determined to wait until they take their last breath before they can boldly come over for a big meal.
Hold!
Ren Ning cursed secretly.
He has seen many cautious animals, but there are very few that are so cautious.
No wonder he, a lone wolf, can survive in the dangerous prairie.
When his plan failed, Ren Ning gritted his teeth and got up again.
He wasn't prepared to wait any longer.
When he looked at his body just now, he could see it very clearly.
Among the many wounds on the body, some have been hastily bandaged; some have not, and the red and swollen wounds are exposed with flesh and flesh, just like fresh little mouths.
Most of these wounds were covered with some chewed green leaves.
With his heart moving, Ren Ning's eyes fell on Chai Feng's horse's mouth.
Sure enough, there were still a lot of green leaf residues left at the corners of the black horse's mouth.
It was just that the horse was tall and Zhui Fengkong didn't have the ability to find medicine, but the wound on its back half couldn't be treated and it was still bleeding.
The war horse is now in critical condition. If it continues and loses too much blood, it will definitely die.
Ren Ning couldn't wait any longer.
Perhaps because of the time travel, or perhaps because Zhui Feng found herbs in time to stop his bleeding, his current condition is better than that of War Horse.
Clenching his fists, he staggered towards the wolf.
The arrow on his thigh was still pierced into his flesh and had not been pulled out. It shook when he took a step, causing him to hiss and suck in cold air from the pain.
However, Ren Ning walked towards the wolf step by step like an iron man.
It's just that the wolf is more timid and cautious than imagined.
Seeing Ren Ning staggering over, it turned its head and limped away again.
Ran?
Depend on!
Ren Ning cursed angrily and had to stop.
It soon dawned on him.
It turned out that the two hind legs of this wolf were bitten off, and it could only be dragged behind it. There was also a big bulge on the waist, as if it had been hit hard by something hard.
An animal like a wolf has always been a tortoise-like creature with a head of brass and iron bones. This hit on its waist would have probably choked it hard enough, and probably cost it half of its life.
No wonder it still didn't dare to come over since I had no power to resist.
The danger is temporarily relieved.
After glaring at this cunning guy fiercely, Ren Ning ignored him.
Enduring the severe pain and numbness, he quickly collected the leaf residue on his body and stuffed it all into the large wound behind the horse.
The effect of this unknown herbal medicine was very sharp. Almost instantly, the wound that was as big as two thumbs changed color, and the blood flow slowed down.
However, the dose is still too little.
Holding the wound tightly with his left hand, Ren Ning glanced at the lone wolf warily. Seeing that it had no intention of getting close, he opened his eyes wide and tried hard to identify the leaf moth in his hand.
It is almost impossible to walk out on the vast grassland without a mount. Moreover, this is his own war horse, and he will never give up until the last second.
Ren Ning tried to identify the medicine and then planned to find the medicine himself.
When he saw it, he was stunned.
Among the minced herbs in his hand, a green number suddenly appeared: 75.
What the hell?
Ren Ning shook his head hard, suspecting that there was something wrong with his eyes.
By now he had figured out his current situation.
This is a world similar to ancient China, and he is just a small scout in the Rock Frontier Fortress.
Most importantly, the memory of Arabic numerals does not appear in all nearby countries. Therefore, 75 is more likely to be written as seventy-five.
This is,
Goldfinger?
Ren Ning's heart skipped a beat.
It was just that the situation was urgent and he didn't bother to figure out what 75 represented. He quickly looked around.
As your eyes move, various numbers and corresponding colors keep rolling in front of you.
However, most of what I saw were ordinary weeds, and occasionally there were some weeds that I ignored.
Therefore, there is always only a faint goose yellow color and the constant number 0 in front of me.
Not long after, my head began to hurt like pins and needles.
Is this an overuse of the brain or a skill CD?
Ren Ning didn't dare to let up, biting her lower lip hard, and finally woke up from the pain.
one second,
two seconds,
Three seconds...
Ten seconds.
Almost every second it felt like someone was stabbing his brain hard with a steel rod. The pain made his eyes blood red and his whole body was shaking.
Just when he could no longer hold on anymore and was about to hug his head and cry out, a flash of green, representing hope, flashed about three feet in front of Chai Feng's horse's head.
The Arabic numerals in front of me also changed directly from 0 to green 75.
found it!
Ren Ning breathed a sigh of relief.
Before falling down, holding his head with a splitting headache, he glared fiercely at the lone wolf over there.
The wolf had already stood up and looked at them with twinkling eyes.