Chapter 653: Revenge Never Waits for an Expiration Date

The Xizhou army that surrounded the mountain could have held on.

But they couldn't stand the enemy's reinforcements coming one after another.

They all attacked them fiercely, and every blow was bloody, and they cursed them, using their spit to nail them to the name of mountain bandits.

Ding Jiao led the crowd to come, just when the Tiger Ju Border Army and the militia had the upper hand and were about to wipe out all the bandits that surrounded the mountain.

At this point, the Tiger Ju Border Army, no matter how thick-skinned, felt something was wrong.

Just thinking about whether to capture a few people to ask about the situation.

Then the second child of the Yan family joined the battlefield.

Shouting: "Militia, listen to my order, shrink the formation and move closer to me!"

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

"Watch the one with the bow and cripple him!"

"Shoot the horse first!"

"Guanzhou soldiers get on the horse and surround them! Don't let any of them run away!"

Yan Yu's orders came one after another, and he didn't even need to breathe.

Sitting on the stretcher, the King of England was surprised to find that with the shouting of the waiter, the militia and the children called the Boy Scouts really obeyed the order. What was even more strange was that the Guanzhou Army...

It should be the part of the border troops that killed the Beirong captives without authorization.

They actually obeyed the order of the waiter and mounted their horses without hesitation.

This was not the end.

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

Someone really threw a long stick.

She actually caught it steadily.

The King of England noticed that the waiter was grimacing in pain, and couldn't help but worry about the injury on her hand.

"The points are prickly, the long stick is the main attack, keep the formation, follow me!"

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

The King of England was still digesting the first four words, what prickly.

A mistake, the waiter rushed out.

Such a small person, running very fast.

A rain of arrows flew out from this side, and every arrow was aimed at the enemy's horse.

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

When the other side was in chaos, the waiter had already run close.

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

The King of England thought he was dazzled, and stretched his neck to see more carefully, but found that there were three big men always circling around the waiter, blocking him from seeing clearly.

The fire that Yan Yu had suppressed broke out at this moment!

The fighting spirit and anger in her eyes poured out.

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

The King of England's personal guards were a little stupid and stubborn, but there was no doubt that they were loyal.

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

She appreciated this favor!

As the saying goes, revenge does not take overnight, if the loyal souls are not scattered, how happy it would be!

Today, Yan Yu will avenge them for their lives!

"No one alive! Kill!"

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

He watched the number of enemies being surrounded decrease sharply.

He felt a heat surge in his chest, his body trembled, and his scalp was numb.

The surging emotions came like a tide.

He clenched his fists in his sleeves, and after a long time, he exhaled.

He said slowly: "Waiter, you are brave and resolute!"

...

Ding Jiao was caught off guard by this group of reinforcements that suddenly came out.

Guanzhou Army, militia, boy scouts...

He remembered a few key words firmly in his mind.

"Retreat!"

They tore a hole in the encirclement and fled.

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

"No need to chase!"

"Collect the team!"

"Clean up the battlefield!"

The militia men were very skilled in finishing off the bodies on the ground.

The border troops were used to it. The militiamen cleaned the battlefield more efficiently than professional auxiliary soldiers.

"Xiaoer, who are those people?"

The Tiger-Ju Border Troops were just a little reckless, not stupid.

Yan Yu was exhausted, his arms were numb, and his hands were aching.

"The damned people who robbed and killed our prince!"

The Tiger-Ju Border Troops looked at each other.

Qi Wu nodded in agreement.

"That's damned."

Luo San looked at him with an incredible look.

Every day he followed Yan Er or Xiaoer, why didn't his brain grow up?

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

"Over there, the prince is injured."

A group of people stared with their eyes wide open, looking in the direction of her hand.

The Tiger-Ju Border Troops ran over immediately.

The militia didn't move, surrounding Yan Yu and not dispersing.

"Waiter, is your hand injured?"

"Is it serious?"

"Of course it's serious, it's bleeding, open it and let's take a look!"

"Waiter, does it hurt?"

"We are all here, why did you do that? You're injured and you're still holding a stick, let Uncle Wang take a look."

How could Yan Yu let them see her hand? If they saw her hand, these uncles would keep nagging.

"My uncle is also over there, with a head injury, where's my uncle? Has he come?"

"Oh my god, did the scholar hurt his head?"

"Old Cui, old Cui, hurry up, where are you hiding?"

"Here, Doctor Cui is here!"

You pulled and I pushed, Doctor Cui, who didn't hear anything clearly and didn't understand what was going on, was pushed in front of Yan Yu.

Doctor Cui also saw her hand first.

"Why is your hand injured?" Doctor Cui walked forward and said disdainfully: "What's this package?"

He smelled a faint smell of medicine when he got closer and moved his nose.

"Have you applied the golden wound medicine?"

"Uncle, I'm not busy. Go over and see my uncle first... See the prince first, and my uncle. Both the prince and my uncle have injuries on their heads. They were hit by falling rocks. They bled a lot. The prince also inhaled the smoke from wet wood..."

...

Doctor Cui didn't know how he got here.

He felt dizzy all the way.

He forced himself to listen to the waiter's instructions, not daring to forget a single word.

First see the prince. If there is no major problem with the prince's head, open the bandage on his head, apply medicine again, and then rewrap it.

The nicotine poison can be cleared slowly.

Write a prescription. Don't worry about whether you can get the medicine together. Write the prescription first.

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

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

After quickly checking the prince's injury, she saw her uncle. The uncle had a fever and was holding on.

Several guards were poisoned by opium like the prince, some were mild and some were severe.

In addition, the knife and arrow wounds on the guards were not fatal.

The severity and urgency were clearly arranged.

When Doctor Cui trembled and stretched out his hand to the king of England, his fingers stopped shaking as soon as he took the pulse. The prince's symptoms were exactly the same as what the waiter said.

He had a clear idea in his mind.

He first prescribed medicine for the opium poisoning.

Then he slowly opened the cloth bag on the prince's head.

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

Fortunately, it was just a skin injury.

Since he followed the militia, he brought a lot of medicine for hemostasis and blood stasis, and also prepared a lot of clean cotton strips.

It was just needed at this time.

He wrapped the king's head again.

Doctor Cui was much more comfortable.

He turned around and took Yan Huaiwen's pulse.

As soon as he touched it, Doctor Cui trembled.

The pulse of an awake person is different from that of a comatose person. Although he is not an expert in medicine, he can still feel the difference.

The second update is here~

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See you tomorrow~

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