The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

The Xizhou Army surrounding the mountain could have persisted.

But he couldn't stand the opponent's reinforcements.

They all greeted them fiercely, their swords were bleeding and they were cursing, and they used spitting stars to nail them to the name of bandits.

Ding Jiao led the crowd to come, just when the tiger troops and militia had the upper hand and almost wiped out all the thieves surrounding the mountain.

At this point in the battle, no matter how nervous the frontier troops were, they still felt that something was wrong.

I was thinking about grabbing a few and asking about the situation.

I saw the Yan family's waiter joining the battlefield.

Shouting: "The militiamen obey the order, shrink their formation and move closer to me!"

"Boy Scouts occupy the high ground and guard against enemy archers."

"Keep an eye on the man with the bow and destroy him!"

"Shoot the horse first!"

"The Guanzhou Army mounts up and surrounds everyone! Don't let anyone escape!"

Yan Yu's instructions came one after another, without even taking a breath.

Sitting on the stretcher, the King of England was surprised to find that with the call from the waiter, the militia and the children called the Boy Scouts were really prohibited from doing anything. What was even more strange was that the Guanzhou Army...

It should be the part of the border army that killed the Beirong prisoners without authorization.

He actually obeyed the waiter's order and mounted the horse without hesitation.

This is not the end.

The waiter threw away the knife and bow in his hand, and shouted at the gathered militia: "Give me a stick!"

Someone actually threw a long stick.

She actually caught it steadily.

The King of England noticed that the waiter was gritting his teeth in pain, and couldn't help but worry about the injuries on her hands.

"Think hard, attack with long sticks, maintain formation, and charge with me!"

Yan Huaiwen, lying on his side with his eyes closed, couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.

The King of England is still digesting the first four words, what hurts his hand.

With one mistake, the waiter rushed out.

Such a little man can run very fast.

A shower of arrows flew out from here, and the arrows were all aimed at the enemy's horse.

There were several people holding bows on the other side. As long as they raised their bows, they would be hit in the face by arrows flying out from everywhere.

When the opponent was in chaos, the waiter was already approaching.

With a sweep of the stick, the two people standing opposite immediately fell down.

The King of England thought he was dazzled and stretched his neck to take a closer look, but found that there were three big men always surrounding the waiter, blocking him from seeing clearly.

Yan Yu's suppressed fire burst out at this moment!

The fighting spirit and anger poured out of her eyes.

The iron rods danced vigorously, and each rod was an unbearable weight.

The King's personal guards are a little stupid and a little brainless, but there is no doubt that they are loyal.

No matter what the reason was, when they were protecting the King of England to escape, they did not leave her uncle behind.

She accepted this love!

As the saying goes, revenge does not last overnight. If the loyal soul is still alive, how happy it will be to relieve the anger!

Today, she, Yan Yu, would avenge this murder for them!

"Don't live alive! Kill!"

The King of England heard the waiter's shout from a distance.

Watching the number of surrounded enemies continue to decrease sharply.

I felt a heat surge in my chest, my body was trembling, and my scalp was numb.

A turbulent wave of emotions came over me.

He clenched his fists in his sleeves tightly for a long time before letting out a breath.

He said slowly: "Xiao Er, you are brave and courageous!"

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Ding Jiao was not expecting this group of reinforcements that suddenly came out.

Guanzhou Army, militia, boy scouts...

A few key words were firmly remembered in his mind.

"withdraw!"

They tore a hole in the surrounding circle and fled.

Yan Yu gritted his teeth and stared fiercely at the backs of those people under the moonlight.

"No need to chase!"

"Close the team!"

"Clean the battlefield!"

The men from the militia were extremely skilled in applying blows to the corpses on the ground.

The border troops are used to it. The people of this militia clean the battlefield more efficiently than the professional auxiliary soldiers.

"Xiao Er, who are those people?"

The troops on the border are just a little reckless, but they are not stupid.

Yan Yu was exhausted, her arms were numb, and her hands hurt terribly.

"The person who robbed and killed our prince deserves to die!"

The soldiers on the border looked at each other in confusion.

Qi Wu nodded in agreement.

"That's damn good."

Luo San looked at him with a puzzled look.

Every day he either follows Yan Er or Xiao Er. Why doesn't his brain grow along with him?

Yan Yu pointed in the direction of the King of England.

"Over there, the prince is injured."

A group of people looked at her hand with their eyes widened.

The troops on the border immediately ran over.

The vigilante group did not move and surrounded Yan Yu.

"Xiaoer, is your hand injured?"

"Is it serious?"

"It's not serious, it's bleeding. Open it quickly and let's take a look!"

"Xiaoer, does it hurt?"

"We are all here. Why are you using your hands? You are injured and you are still holding a stick. Quickly show it to Uncle Wang."

How could Yan Yu let them look at it? If they looked at her hands, these uncles would have to chatter endlessly.

"My uncle is also over there. He has a wound on his head. Where is my uncle? Is he coming?"

"Oh my God, has Mr. Xiu Cai been injured?"

"Old Cui, Old Cui, hurry up, where is your cat?"

"Here, Mr. Cui is here!"

You pull and I push. Cui Langzhong, who couldn't hear anything behind him and didn't understand what the situation was, was pushed in front of Yan Yu.

Mr. Cui also saw her hand first.

"Why did this hurt your hand?" Cui Langzhong stepped forward and said in disgust: "What is this bag?"

He smelled the faint smell of medicine as he got closer and moved his nose.

"Have you ever taken medicine for golden sores?"

"Uncle, I'm not busy. Go over and see the uncle first...look at the prince and my uncle first. Both the prince and my uncle have injuries on their heads. They were hit by falling rocks. They shed a lot of blood. The prince is still injured. Inhaled the thick smoke of wet wood..."

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Mr. Cui didn't even know how he came here.

I felt dizzy along the way.

He forced himself to listen to the waiter's explanation, and did not dare to forget a word.

Show it to the prince first. If there is no big problem with the prince's head, open the bandage on the head, give medicine again, and then bandage it again.

Smoking poison can be cleared slowly.

When writing a prescription, don’t worry about whether you can afford the medicine or not. Just write out the prescription first.

As for whether the prince uses it or not, don't worry.

Her uncle was bleeding a bit, and the injury on his head was more serious than the prince's.

After quickly seeing the prince's injuries, she showed them to her uncle. The uncle felt hot and was holding on.

Several of the bodyguards, like the prince, were also poisoned by tobacco, ranging from mild to severe.

In addition, the injuries from swords and arrows on the bodyguards were not fatal in any location.

Prioritize clearly.

When Cui Langzhong tremblingly stretched out his hand towards the King of England and took a pulse, his fingers stopped trembling. The prince's symptoms were exactly the same as what the waiter said.

He had confidence in his heart.

First, a prescription was prescribed for the symptoms of tobacco poisoning.

Then slowly open the cloth bag on the prince's head.

After carefully touching the bones, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was just a skin injury.

Since he came out with the vigilante group, he had brought plenty of medicine to stop bleeding and remove blood stasis, and he also had plenty of clean cotton strips prepared.

It comes in handy at this time.

Re-tie the head of the King of England.

Mr. Cui is now much more at ease.

He turned around and caught Yan Huaiwen's pulse.

As soon as he touched it, Cui Langzhong trembled.

The pulse conditions of an awake person and a comatose person are different. Even though his medical skills are not good, he can still feel the difference.

Isn’t the second update coming soon~

So tired~Go down and rest~

See you all tomorrow~

I’ll help my friends in the group get a good job. The updates are stable and the number of manuscripts saved is so enviable. If you like beast-controlling stories, you can check it out~

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