Frontier Army Warrior

Lin Feng waved his hands as if to drive away mosquitoes and flies in front of him.

"Go, go, go to the camp and talk."

Cui Yijiao and others stood like wooden sculptures in the cold night wind.

Only after hearing Lin Feng's shouting did he come to his senses and hurriedly pulled the horses into the camp.

They all gathered around a few war horses, excitedly discussing the glorious results of this battle.

Bai Jing remained calm and walked in front of Lin Feng.

"Sergeant, Wang Qian is back."

Lin Feng was very happy when he heard this, as his reward had arrived.

"Where is he? Why doesn't he come out?"

"He's dying."

"Huh? What's going on?"

Cui Yijiao came over quickly.

"Sergeant, the king encountered the Tartars at Tarryburg and was shot by an arrow. Fortunately, he rolled into a ditch and escaped their pursuit."

"What about people?"

Bai Jing turned around and led Lin Feng to the thatched hut nearby.

Cui Yijiao held a torch to illuminate the area.

As soon as Lin Feng entered the house, he smelled a bloody smell.

Wang Qian was lying on the ground, motionless, with a feather arrow stuck in his back.

Wang Qian's wife sat beside him with a dazed look on her face, supporting Wang Qian's head with her hands.

Lin Feng frowned and scolded: "Why didn't you help?"

Cui Yijiao said with a sad face: "Sergeant, there is no doctor in the village. We are rough guys and dare not move."

Bai Jing has seen more of the world.

"Captain, Wang Qian's injured area cannot be moved."

Lin Feng was squatting beside Wang Qian at this time, and reached out to feel his breath.

His breathing was very weak, but he was still alive.

The Tartar's feathered arrow hit him just below the right shoulder blade, and probably pierced a lung.

"how long it has been?"

"Uh, it happened an hour ago."

Lin Feng frowned and wondered how to treat him.

Cui Yijiao squatted aside, holding a torch and said.

"Sergeant, there's no hope. This kind of situation is common. Even if there were a doctor, it would be useless."

His words caused Wang Qian's wife to sob.

Lin Feng didn't say anything and looked around the room.

"First, build a fire and warm up the house."

Wu Er ran out immediately.

"Do you have a short knife?"

Cui Yijiao took out a dagger from his waist and handed it over.

Lin Feng took the dagger, held the arrow shaft tightly with one hand, and then cut it with the dagger.

The Tatars' feather arrows are made of elm wood and are very tough.

But I didn't dare to use too much force.

After a while, Lin Feng finally cut the arrow shaft.

The arrow was stuck in the lungs and I didn't dare to pull it out easily.

Wang Qian was almost suffocated, his lungs filled with blood.

Wu Er had already started a fire in the house.

Lin Feng placed the dagger on the flames and burned it.

Several people gathered around and looked at Lin Feng busying himself in surprise.

Wang Qian's wife had seen how powerful Lin Feng was, and seeing his movements were so smooth, she didn't dare to say anything.

These border soldiers had seen injuries like this before, but the doctors in the army usually just left it alone.

"Go get a pot of hot water and boil the coarse white cloth and bring it over."

Lin Feng instructed Bai Jing.

After the dagger was heated red, Lin Feng tore open Wang Qian's clothes, looked at the arrow that had deeply penetrated his body, and took a deep breath.

Before everyone's wide-eyed eyes, the dagger pierced Wang Qian's back.

There was a smell of burning flesh and a puff of green smoke.

The crackling sound makes the hairs on your body stand on end.

Lin Feng used a dagger to dig out the arrowhead, and at the same time, a stream of black blood spurted out from Wang Qian's lungs.

Even though Wang Qian had already fainted, he still let out a howl.

Lin Feng squeezed it with his hands to allow the blood to flow out of his lungs.

Bai Jing also brought over the boiling white cloth.

"Wring out the moisture."

Bai Jing ignored the heat of the water, grabbed the white cloth with both hands, and wrung out the moisture.

Lin Feng nodded secretly, this woman is not simple.

He took the white cloth, stretched it out to wrap around the king's wound, and tied it tightly.

Lin Feng waved his hand to signal Wang Qian's wife to turn Wang Qian over and let him lie on his back.

Everyone in the room stared at Wang Qian's face nervously. His face, which had been purple and swollen just now, now looked pale.

After a while, Wang Qian's chest suddenly heaved and he took a deep breath.

Then he opened his eyes.

"what!"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, staring blankly, at a loss as to what to do.

Bai Jing, whose hands were burned red, had long forgotten the pain, and her beautiful eyes stared at Lin Feng.

"Corporal..."

Wang Qian woke up and cried out.

Wang Qianpo immediately knelt in front of Lin Feng and banged her head against the ground with a loud bang.

"Master Wu Chang, you are a living god, you saved my Wang Qian's life..."

No one could hear what she was mumbling, but everyone understood what she meant.

Lin Feng ignored them and spoke directly to Bai Jing.

"Go get two sheepskin mattresses to cushion him and make the fire burn brighter."

As he spoke, he reached out to support Wang Qianpo, who was kowtowing continuously.

"Wang Qian is still in critical condition. We need to get some medicine. Otherwise, if he gets inflamed, even gods won't be able to save him."

Cui Yijiao immediately said, "I'm going to get some medicine. The village doctor ran away, but his pharmacy is still there."

Lin Feng nodded.

Cui stood up and ran out, turning his head to look at Lin Feng before leaving.

"Sergeant, what medicine should I get?"

This question made Lin Feng dumbfounded.

He only knew that the anti-inflammatory drugs were penicillin and cephalosporin. As for what Chinese medicine was used, it seemed to be honeysuckle, houttuynia cordata, isatis root, etc., but he didn't know the specific ingredients.

"Um...do you have any honeysuckle?"

Everyone in the room looked confused.

Bai Jing said: "Sergeant, I know there is a kind of grass called honeysuckle, I wonder..."

"That's it, Honeysuckle, go, go."

Lin Feng didn't bother to confirm it.

If Wang Qian's injury becomes inflamed, he will have to treat it himself.

If you can resist, you will live; otherwise, you will die.

Li Xiong brought over a sheepskin mattress, and Wu Er continued to add some firewood to the fire.

Only after settling Wang Qian and others down did Lin Feng finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Bai Jing considerately handed him a clean white cloth.

She originally wanted to wipe the sweat off Lin Feng's hands, but there were many people in the room, so she didn't dare to do it.

"Sergeant, I made some porridge for you. Haven't you eaten yet?"

Only then did Lin Feng realize that his stomach was growling with hunger.

He lay on two layers of sheepskin mattresses, with a fire beside him to keep him warm.

Wang Qian's mental state improved a lot and he was in a mood to talk.

"Sergeant, you saved my life, but I didn't do my job well."

"Let's save our lives first."

Lin Feng drank the porridge that Bai Jing served him, taking small sips.

Wang Qian had to say something, and pointed to the package on the side with difficulty, signaling his wife to open it.

"Sergeant, the people in Taribao have been killed by the Tartars, so I went to Shaqu Village."

He took a breath, then continued.

"I just happened to find Lord Song Qi, the Chief Justice. He was very happy to know that you killed two Tartars and said he would go and ask for your commendation in person."

Lin Feng looked at Wang Qian’s pale face.

"Yeah, make him some porridge and some meat to nourish his body."

Mrs. Wang immediately got up to make porridge.

"Sergeant, Song Jiazheng said that the former squad leader of Shaqu Village had died in battle, so he asked me to take the squad leader's badge and said that you are now the squad leader of Shaqu Village and Lingdouzi Village."

With trembling hands, he took out a bamboo badge from the package.

Lin Feng took the badge and frowned as he looked at the word "Shi" on it.

"Then our reward silver and rice..."

"Maybe we have to wait until Song Jiazheng reports your achievements to your superiors..."

Wang Qian was about to continue speaking when Lin Feng stopped him.

Patted him on the shoulder.

"Rest well and survive before we talk about other things."

Lin Feng turned to look at Li Xiong and said, "Go to Lingzi tomorrow. There are three Tartar corpses there. Chop off their heads and then ask for credit."

Li Xiong nodded in agreement.

Lin Feng thought for a moment and said, "When you report your achievement, remember to clearly state that this was done by the defenders of the Lingdouzi Beacon Tower."

When everyone heard him say this, they immediately opened their mouths in surprise.