"What's the matter?" Timur asked with a trembling voice. He had never seen Surele and Ke panic so much.
"Arislan, he was... he was about to die..." The two-meter-tall man actually started to cry with tears in his eyes.
Timur's eyes turned around and almost fell to the ground: "He, where is he?"
"I put him in Daiqin's tent." Suleheke wiped away his tears, and looked at the Gurkha mercenary lying on the ground sadly, his eyes red like an angry bull.
Timur stumbled and ran out, and A Chong hurriedly got up and followed.
The old man ran wildly between the yurts like crazy, ran for a while and got into a large tent, which was already full of people. Seeing Timur come in, the crowd rushed away. The head of the tent was lying with a thin body, and an old man was leaning in front of the bed to observe.
Seeing Timur, the old man murmured a few words, then shook his head, as if saying that he was helpless.
Timur moved to the bed with trembling hands and feet, and fell to the ground, hissing loudly.
A Chong hurriedly stepped forward, and saw that it was Ajislan who was lying down, his eyes closed, his face pale, his lips had lost his blood, and the blood under his body stained the white sheets red.
Hearing Timur’s howling, Arislan slowly opened his eyes, saw Timur and Achong, with a smile on his face, and said in a weak voice, "Grandpa, uncle, He, they chased me, I ran faster than them, he, they couldn't catch up with me..." There was no sound when I said that, my eyes dropped slowly, and my head crooked.
"Arislan!!" Tamerlane picked up his grandson's thin body in pain, with tears on his face, roaring like a wounded wolf, and his voice was terrible.
A Chong looked at the bullet holes and large blood stains on Ajislan's back, and said in a deep voice, "Senior, put him down! Maybe there is still a rescue!"
Timur looked at A Chong dimly with tears. A Chong gently snatched Ajislan's thin body from his arms and placed him face down in his arms.
"Knife!" A Chong said without looking back. The people nearby looked at each other, and after a while, a young man in the crowd passed a long slender dagger. A Chong inserted the blade into the clothes behind Ajislan's back, pinching the collar with his hands and making a strong stroke. The sharp blade cut the underwear and Mongolian robe into two pieces.
A Chong carefully removed the clothes soaked in blood, revealing Ajislan's thin upper body. There was a small bullet hole on the top of his back vest, and black blood was oozing out from the wound.
Timur fell to the ground with an expression of pain and despair in his eyes, and his mouth was open and trembling, and he couldn't cry.
A Chong stared solemnly at the bullet hole in Ajislan's body, the wound was very close to the heart. The bullet has not penetrated and must be taken out immediately, otherwise it will be infected.
"Fire!" A Chong said in a deep voice.
But the people around did not respond.
"Ga Le!" Surile and Ke, who had just barged in, roared in a low voice.
Hearing the roar of Surele and Ke, the people by the fire immediately stepped aside. A Chong put the dagger on the flame for a while, and after sterilizing the poison, he pierced the wound on Ajislan's back.
There was a burst of violence in the crowd, and someone exclaimed in a low voice, but was suppressed by the sharp eyes of Surele and Ke.
A Chong cut the skin of Ajislan's wound with a small incision, and gently touched the wound with the tip of a narrow dagger, and felt the position of the bullet according to the strength of the feedback from his hand. After a while, his wrist was hardened. With the tip of the knife picked, a small bullet popped out. The people around let out a soft exclamation. They had never seen such a way of taking bullets before, and that sharp dagger seemed to have magical power in A Chong's hands.
After taking out the bullets, A Chong carefully picked out the fabric fragments from the wound with the tip of a knife, and compared them with the bullet holes on the clothes one by one. After confirming that all the fragments were picked out, he stretched out his hand. The hip flask between Surele and Ke's waist cleaned the skin around the wound, rinsed the blade, and then roasted the blade on the fire for a while. The blade was laid flat and gently pressed on the wound.
There was a burnt smell in the air immediately.
After treating the wound, A Chong stretched his hand into his arms and touched the wooden box Timur gave him, pinched a unicorn blood condensed in the palm of his hand, and gently stuffed it into Ajislan's mouth. Double-clicked Lianquan and Futu points on his throat, put the pill into his stomach, asked for a half bowl of warm water, straightened Ajislan's body, leaned him against him, and slowly poured it from his mouth. Go down. Then gently massage with both hands on the acupuncture points on his chest and abdomen to help him push the palace and promote blood circulation.
Everyone was concentrating and holding their breath, staring dumbfounded at him doing all this.
After a while, there was a faint trace of blood on Arislan's pale face, and when he poke it with his finger, he had a slight breath.
A Chong silently helped Ajislan massage the acupuncture points for a while, and then he gently placed him on his side after seeing his face gradually rosy. He glanced at the solemn crowd around his eyes, and said to Timur with a tired expression: "There is no life in danger for the time being..."
"Well, benefactor..." Timur burst into tears for a moment, and actually knelt down to A Chong on his stomach.
"Senior..." A Chong knelt down in front of Timur and helped him up.
"Гарна-уу, Гарна-уу" Suzhileheke drove the others out with a big hand. Look at Ajislan, who is lying on her chest and abdomen slightly undulating, and then look at A Chong. Looking at A Chong, then at Ajislan, his face was filled with joy and sorrow.
"Although the bullet didn't hurt the aorta, it shattered his shoulder bone. If he is not treated in time, one arm may be useless..."
After saying this, A Chong regretted it. He knew that the local medical level in Mongolia was very low, and such a serious injury hospital couldn't solve it at all—this place is hard to find even an ordinary hospital.
In fact, he was tantamount to announcing that Ajislan was crippled.
The prairie lion that Timur was proud of, just fell.
After listening to A Chong's words, Timur was stunned for a moment, and then murmured: "It's okay, just stay alive, just stay alive."
A Chong looked at Suzhileheke standing there and suddenly remembered something: "Where is the Gurkha mercenary?"
All three are here, who is looking at the captive
"I'm beaten to death!" Su Rile and Ke gritted their teeth with a giant fist, "Let me meet them next time! One by one twisted their necks! These bastards actually attacked the children!"
…
They knew from Surel and Ke that soon after Ajislan watched the Gurkha mercenaries left the camp, they suddenly turned the front of the car and chased them. Ajislan ran faster than them on horseback. Seeing that he couldn't catch up, the soldier shot him from behind.
After being shot, Ajislan lay on the back of his horse, and ran back on his horse, knowing his way. Near the camp, I met Surele and K, who was going to meet him, and then there was the scene just now.
Timur said grimly: "Those mercenaries, you should kill!"
"Surele Heke, you go to summon the clansmen, let's go to war!"
Surele and Ke responded loudly, turned and walked out.
A Chong lowered his head and said nothing. He knew that this was not the best time to start a war, but how could he bear to stop him in front of this grieving old man
…
That night, Timur stayed in Daiqin’s yurt to take care of Ajislan, and Suzhele and Ke and Achong returned to Timur’s yurt to treat the Gurkha mercenaries who had been beaten into a pool of fleshy. Rerolled in the blanket and carried it out.
It was night, and only A Chong was left in the yurt, but he was not sleepy. He sat there looking worriedly at the night outside the window, and the air was still filled with a strong smell of alcohol. There was a faint blue fluorescence on his yin and yang arms.
A Chong closed his eyes, squeezed the Yin Yang Jue with his right hand, and slowly adjusted his breath.
I must restore my skills as soon as possible, and the current situation brooks no delay.
…
The next day, as soon as Tianmengliang was bright, there was a loud voice outside.
Last night Surele and Ke had already spoken out. The news that Ajislan was attacked by mercenaries spread quickly on the grassland, and many people poured in here early in the morning. Some drive, some ride horses, most people carry bows and arrows, scimitars, and many carry shotguns.
Surele and K selected dozens of strong men. Not much to say, the crowd rushed around in several batches under an order.
Su Rile and Ke and Daiqin each took the two strongest troops, one team chased in the direction where the mercenaries fled, and the other team chased in the direction where A Chong was ambushed.
Others were also in groups, chasing where the Gurkha mercenaries might flee.
Achong looked at these passionate Mongolian men with a sad expression, knowing that although they were crowded and powerful, they were very likely to suffer when they encountered well-trained Gurkha mercenaries.
He now hopes that the mercenaries will flee as far away as possible. It is best not to let these Mongolians chase.
After the hustle and bustle, the surroundings suddenly became deserted, and only a few old and weak women and children shuttled between the yurts in the huge camp.
A Chong washed briefly and came to Daiqin's tent. Timur was awake and was feeding soup into Ajislan's mouth with a spoon. Ajislan's body was still very weak, and although his face was still pale and bloodless, it was a little better than yesterday.
Seeing A Chong coming in, Ajislan twitched his lips and smiled.
A Chong took out the wooden box from his arms and prepared to give him another unicorn blood clot.
Timur stopped A Chong from opening the box with his hand, shook his head and said, "This thing is to save lives, don't waste it. Ajislan is fine now, just keep it for a few more days."
A Chong knew that although this unicorn blood coagulation had a miraculous effect on the dying person, the effect would be greatly reduced after eating too much. Timur obviously knew this too.
Seeing Timur's expression resolute, A Chong had to take the wooden box back into his arms.
Timur's big dry hands gently touched Ajislan's cheek, and hummed him to sleep.
A Chong turned his head and looked out the window. The north wind blew through, and scattered snowflakes fell from the gloomy sky. Although it had just arrived in September, Ulaanbaatar had already begun its first snowfall.
After a while, Timur fell asleep on the ** in Ajslan, and the old man probably stayed up all night.
A Chong sat cross-legged in front of the fire to meditate, closing his eyes and adjusting his breath.
After being broken by Chen Ruixi, after a few days of recuperation, coupled with the effect of Qilin's blood clotting, his skill has recovered about 30%.
The tent was quiet, only the occasional beeping sound of coal burning.
Suddenly there was a soft noise outside, the sound was barely audible, as light as snow falling on the ground.
A Chong frowned.
Murderous!