The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

Seeing Meng Tian like this, Meng Yi was immediately furious. His eyes widened with anger and he shouted, "This traitor is guilty and actually wants to assassinate Prince Fusu. Generals, if we don't act now, when will we act?"

Sima Yan led the cavalry and shouted in unison, rushing towards the Duwei army brought by Feng Jie like surging waves.

Meng Yi ran directly towards Feng Jie, the halberd in his hand flashing with cold light and filled with endless murderous intent.

"Feng Jie, today is the day you die!" Meng Yi roared, swung his halberd, and cut off Feng Jie's left arm.

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Feng Jie screamed, his face turned pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

The guards beside him hurried forward to protect Feng Jie behind them. They looked at Meng Yi nervously, and the weapons in their hands trembled slightly.

Feng Jie's eyes were red as he stared at Meng Yi and roared, "Meng Yi, I want you to die!"

Meng Yi sneered, his eyes full of disdain and contempt.

"Just you? Are you worthy enough to be my enemy!" Meng Yi said, and he hurriedly rushed to where Meng Tian was.

"Brother, brother, wake up!" Meng Yi hugged Meng Tian and called out anxiously.

His voice was choked with sobs, and tears welled up in his eyes, looking like they would fall at any moment.

Meng Yi's hand tightly grasped Meng Tian's arm.

"Military doctor, military doctor, brother, you can't die, you must hold on!" Meng Yi picked up Meng Tian and walked to the rear of the team, shaking Meng Tian's body as he walked, trying to wake him up.

Meng Tian's face was as pale as paper, without any blood, and his breathing became weak and rapid.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

"General Meng, you must hold on!" Fusu also rushed to Meng Tian's side, his eyes full of worry and anxiety.

"Young Master, I'm afraid I can't make it..." Meng Tian opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at Fusu.

Meng Tianyou whispered to Meng Yi, "Protect the young master..."

After saying this, Meng Tian slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, the military doctor in the team rushed over.

When he saw Meng Tian lying on the ground, his heart trembled suddenly and panic surged in his heart.

The military doctor quickly squatted down and began to conduct a detailed examination of Meng Tian with trembling hands.

After a long while, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't worry, young general. Although the general is seriously injured, fortunately, he still has a faint breath. And thanks to the general's strong physique and the high-quality armor he wears, the arrow did not damage his vital organs."

Hearing this, Meng Yi, who had been wearing a tense face, suddenly felt relieved and relaxed.

He thought to himself, "Oh my! I really traveled back in time for nothing! I was so anxious and panicked just now that I didn't think of carefully checking Big Brother's injuries first."

However, before Meng Yi could fully recover, the military doctor added solemnly, "However, the situation remains extremely critical. We must immediately remove these arrowheads that are deeply embedded in the flesh. Otherwise, the longer we wait, the more blood loss the general will face, and his life will be in danger!"

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from the distance again.

Feng Jie's son, Feng Yu, rushed over with a large number of captain's troops.

Seeing this, Meng Yi knew that it was impossible to attack Xianyang City and capture Hu Hai, Zhao Gao and others.

So, he quickly shouted loudly, "General Li Xin, the enemy reinforcements are coming, let's retreat first."

After hearing what Meng Yi said, Li Xin immediately issued an order to retreat.

The Duwei's troops were halfway through their pursuit when Feng Yu raised his hand to signal a halt. He watched Meng Yi and his men retreating, thinking to himself, "These are elite troops from the northern border. Li Xin, Sima Yan, and the others are veterans with many years of experience leading troops. I'm afraid there's something fishy going on."

Immediately, Feng Yu sent a team of scouts to keep an eye on the enemy's whereabouts, and then withdrew his army back to Xianyang.

Meng Yi and his group quickly retreated northward with the seriously injured Meng Tian.

After the army arrived at a small mountain village.

On the other hand, Li Xin, Sima Yan and others took quick action, arranging patrols and guards, gathering personnel, counting supplies, and providing emergency treatment to the wounded.

On the other side, the military doctor hurried over. He frowned and looked at the poor medical conditions in front of him, groaning in his heart.

Meng Yi was extremely anxious, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember the first aid knowledge he brought from modern times, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

"Quick! Boil the water and disinfect the equipment!" Meng Yi shouted.

Although everyone was a little confused, they still followed his instructions.

As the military doctor prepared the tools to remove the arrow, he couldn't help but ask, "Young General, is this really okay?"

Meng Yi replied firmly: "Trust me, it will definitely work!"

The military doctor was a little skeptical, but nodded anyway, then turned around and did as Meng Yi instructed.

Meng Yi, with a focused expression, personally picked up a bottle of strong wine and carefully poured it around Meng Tian's wound. His movements were skillful.

In this heart-pounding atmosphere, time passed by bit by bit, and everyone's heart was in their throat.

Finally, the arrow that was deeply embedded in Meng Tian's body was successfully removed. At the same time, the blood flowing from Meng Tian's wound gradually stopped.

At this moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Excellent! Young General, you are truly amazing! In all my years as a doctor, this is the first time I've heard that this strong liquor can actually have such a wonderful use, it can be used to disinfect wounds!"

The military doctor couldn't hide his excitement and spoke with a slightly trembling voice.

Meng Yi raised his hand and gently wiped away the fine beads of sweat on his forehead. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, outlining a faint smile. This method of disinfecting with strong alcohol was just the most common and basic medical knowledge in his time.

Meng Yi then solemnly instructed the military doctor, "Doctor, from now on, if you need to perform surgery to remove arrowheads from our brothers, please first thoroughly sterilize all surgical instruments with boiling water, and then carefully rinse the wound with this strong liquor. This will greatly reduce the risk of infection and allow the soldiers to recover faster and better."

Hearing this, the military doctor did not dare to delay for a moment and nodded repeatedly in agreement, indicating that he would definitely follow Meng Yi's instructions.

At this time, although Meng Tian was unconscious, his breathing had stabilized.

The military doctor said solemnly, "Young General, although the general's condition has stabilized, he still needs a lot of medicinal herbs to treat him! But here..."

There was a hint of helplessness in his voice.

Seeing this, Meng Yi frowned. He naturally understood what the military doctor meant.

This is indeed not a place to stay for long. We must find a suitable place to treat my brother as soon as possible.

Meng Yi took a deep breath and said to the military doctor, "You are responsible for taking care of the general here. Report any situation to me in time."

Meng Yi turned and left in a hurry. He went to look for Li Xin, Sima Yan and others, his heart full of worry.

Upon seeing Li Xin and Sima Yan, Meng Yi anxiously asked, "Generals, where is Prince Fusu?"

Li Xin's face was very heavy. He whispered, "Master Meng, the young master has fainted and has a high fever."

Meng Yi's expression suddenly tensed. He widened his eyes and raised his voice slightly: "What did the military doctor say?"

Li Xin shook his head, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Finally, he sighed and said, "You two don't know, but the miasma is everywhere in Southern Xinjiang. Young Master is weak, and the evil spirits have already entered his body while he was in Southern Xinjiang. Now, he was hit by an arrow and lost too much blood. The military doctor said that the root cause of the disease has been laid, and it may relapse at any time."

Meng Yi's expression became even uglier. He bit his lips tightly and remained silent for a moment.

"Two generals, we can't stay here for long. The young master and the general are seriously injured. Let's leave here first and find a good doctor. Maybe there is a chance of success." There was a hint of helplessness and expectation in Meng Yi's voice.

Li Xin and Sima Yan looked at each other and saw deep worry in each other's eyes, but they still nodded.

Everyone quickly packed up and rushed north with the wounded.