choke element

Chapter 963: Trapped Beast (Part )

Chen Zixin ran very fast and was in the front.

It would take a long time for him to improve his medical skills to the point where he could open a clinic in a prosperous city in the Central Plains. In the past few nights, he and Doctor Ding and others went out secretly to treat the Khitan people recruited by a Korean nobleman. Most of the medicines they prescribed were to nourish the vital energy and eliminate external toxins. He was mixed in with them, which made him look like a sham. He was embarrassed to take the rewards given by the nobleman, and mostly gave them to his companions.

But the results of seeking advice from others over the past few months were enough for Chen Zixin to deal with common injuries in the army. Moreover, the Zhou army attached great importance to battlefield first aid, and the soldiers always had first aid kits on hand. During his training in Haizhou, he also learned some tricks from chatting with ordinary soldiers.

I couldn't help much when I was seeing patients at night, but now it's broad daylight, in front of my boss, Mr. Yin, I should be more proactive.

He ran with his own medicine box, and once he got out of the corridor, he saw the emergency camp that had been set up beforehand. The companion who had maintained order earlier was already sweating profusely, dragging a human body out of the billowing smoke and dust, and from a distance, only a long bloodstain left behind the human body could be seen.

Chen Zixin was surprised and quickened his pace.

When I got closer and put the medicine box down, I saw that the injured man's legs were still twitching, blood was gushing out of his mouth, and his pupils were dilated.

He shook his head repeatedly, and together with his companion, dragged the body to a corner. Outside the camp, the tent was lifted, and several more bodies were brought in, each with broken bones and tendons.

It was so fierce right from the start, there was really no hiding! Chen Zixin was a little shocked. He stood up and held onto the tent to take a look. He saw that the colorful polo ball wrapped in silk tassels was rolling on the ground, but few people were really hitting it.

Dozens of tall horses were circling back and forth in the center of the court. Once the two sides got close, they would swing their heavy poles and smash and stab their opponents. In a blink of an eye, several nimble knights had their heads burst and fell off their horses.

The weaker party saw the opponent coming fiercely and reined in their horses to dodge. But one of them, perhaps because his mount was temporarily transferred and he was not skilled in cooperating with the knights, or perhaps because he was extremely courageous, turned slowly and kept shouting and cursing on his horse. The Khitan on the opposite side immediately bumped into him, raised his long stick by inertia, and knocked him off his horse with one blow.

The speed and force of the two horses' collision were so great that he didn't know how many of his ribs were broken. But the man who fell off his horse was really tenacious. He insisted on getting up and running after his own horse. He hadn't run a few steps when the opponent came around and knocked him to the ground, and then rode his horse and trampled on him.

When the man was rescued, a dent was left from his chest to his abdomen by the horse's hoof, and in the dent were all his clothes, flesh, bones, internal organs, and blood. But he was still alive, his eyes were wide open, his throat was making a terrible hissing sound, and a series of blood bubbles were bulging from his mouth.

And the several people who were sent with him were not much stronger.

Chen Zixin had been seeing patients at night for the past few days, and he had long understood that the Korean nobles were trying their best to use the polo tournament to overwhelm or kill their political enemies. His companions also said that the casualties in the polo tournament would be heavy. But the situation before him was more intense than Chen Zixin had expected.

The polo tournament has just begun! This is only the first day, the first game! If every game is so tragic, what is the difference between the entire tournament and the Shura Hell? These Koreans look polite, but they are actually crazy!
Chen Zixin walked around the wounded several times, subconsciously bandaged a few wounds, applied a few hemostatic drugs, and finally confirmed one thing: everyone on the field was trying to kill others. Almost all the wounded were just one breath away from death. How could they be saved? His efforts were in vain!

He stood up straight, clutching his bloodstained hands and gasping for breath, his robes all splattered with blood and brains. The bodies surrounded by the curtains had all turned into corpses, and in the hot weather, the stench of the corpses' rotten intestines and stomachs made people dizzy.

Doctor Ding arrived a little late, panting as he entered the curtain, and was also shocked by the scene in front of him. The moment the curtain opened and closed, the fierce whistling sound outside mixed with the screams and wails that came one after another, poured into the ears of the two.

"We traveled thousands of miles across the sea just to see a situation like this. Master Yin must want to do something, right?" Chen Zixin asked.

At this point, Chen Zixin naturally would not regard Doctor Ding as an ordinary doctor from Yi County, Song State. Thinking back carefully, this frail middle-aged doctor was very good at guiding people from the beginning, and naturally became the backbone of the doctors. Perhaps he had already been a member of the Great Zhou, but just hid his identity to appease others.

But Chen Zixin really didn't understand, what was the purpose of the doctors coming to Goryeo? Was it just to sneak out at night and prescribe medicine to the beast-like Khitans? Was it just to watch the Khitans kill each other like driven wild dogs, under the guise of a polo match?

"Just watch it for now." Doctor Ding replied.

He stood beside the body with crushed chest and abdomen, squatted down to identify it for a while, and then looked at the other bodies in order: "This man is Han Guangyan. Those who died with him were his close guards. With his status, he didn't have to participate in the game in person. The reason he did this might be to get a quick death."

"…Who is Han Guangyan?"

"Four years ago, the Khitans broke into Goryeo. Cui Zhongxian raised his political enemies and appointed Zheng Shuzhan as the marshal, who led 100,000 troops to resist the enemy. The Goryeo army had long been weak and could not be used. The brave men were all retainers of Cui Zhongxian and his son. When Zheng Shuzhan and others were recruiting warriors in Kaesong, Cui Zhongxian issued an order that the retainers wanted to join the government army, and that was Liuyuandao. This shows that the relationship between the two sides was as hostile as fire and water."

"I heard that the Goryeo army was defeated at the first blow against the Khitans?"

"That's right. Those Khitans fought against our Great Zhou Emperor, and there was no way the Koreans could resist them. After the battle, the entire Korean army collapsed, and corpses piled up like a mountain. The commander Zheng Shuzhan died on the spot. Only the deputy commanders Zhao Chong and Sun Yong, as well as the military commanders Li Yanshou and Han Guangyan, led their troops to retreat, and finally defended Kaesong until the Khitans retreated."

"If that's the case, these people were all heroes of Goryeo. Why did they die? And were they beaten to death?"

"Though these people were meritorious officials of the Goryeo Kingdom, they were thorns in Cui Zhongxian's eyes. In the past few years, Zhao Chong, Sun Yong, and Li Yanshou were successively convicted for various reasons, and their clans were either exterminated or exiled to an island, and the entire political power was shaky. But Cui Zhongxian was aging too fast, and he was about to die. He didn't have time to frame Han Guangyan in public, so the simplest way was to make a mistake in a polo match."

"This……"

Chen Zixin wanted to ask, what would happen if this person did not participate in the game.

He then understood that Cui Zhongxian was determined to get rid of all suspicious people before his death, and there were naturally many ways to do it. Compared with those ways, dying in a polo match was the kindest and least likely to harm his family.

Chen Zixin felt a little horrified, so he deliberately calmed down and said in a relaxed manner: "The powerful ministers of Goryeo have been in power for decades, and there are not many undefeated opponents in the court. Now that Han Guangyan is dead, the polo tournament may be more stable."

Doctor Ding chuckled, reached out and lifted the curtain, motioning Chen Zixin to look outside.

It turned out that during the time Chen Zixin was trying to save people, the second round of the game had already started, with the horses colliding and the clubs swinging wildly. The dust on the field was still filled with blood and screams.

"Who died in this battle? Are the Koreans so murderous?!"

(End of this chapter)