Xue Ju, who was camping outside Xue City, sat in his seat and took off his heavy armor. His messy hair moved with the wind. The sweat as big as beans slid down Xue Ju's forehead, wetting a large area of ​​the ground. The doctor behind him looked at the shocking scars behind Xue Ju, and was stunned for a moment. On the strong muscles, a knife edge was deep and long.

"Why are you standing there? Get on!" Xue Ju said embarrassedly.

Xue Rengao was not feeling well at this moment. He was wearing his body, and his left shoulder was covered with cloth bags. The bags were mostly blood. When the last small mouth was roasted with a red soldering iron to stop bleeding, Xue Rengao relaxed the stick in his mouth, with his teeth marks and saliva on it. Xue Rengao exhaled heavily, touched the fine sweat on his head, feeling relieved, and looked at the doctor who was treating Xue Ju, and was stunned, and said with a cold face: "What are you doing when you are standing there! Why don't you treat my father quickly! I don't want my head anymore!"

Xue Juan Zhonghu's eyes turned around and glanced at the doctor, with a faint murderous aura in his eyes, which made the air around him cold.

"General! General! Please spare your life! The wound is too long! And the blade is too deep, so there is nothing to do if you put it in! General! Please spare your life! General! Please spare your life!" The doctor who begged for mercy was an old man in the middle of the year. His hair was gray and he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. He said, "Isn't this time making things difficult for him? The wound is too big.

"Bastard! What's the point of asking for you?" Xue Rengao pulled out the sword in his arms, his face turned cold, and after saying that, he was about to bear the doctor.

"Gao'er! Go back! Don't make things difficult for him!" Xue Ju's face turned cold. He picked up the underwear behind him and put it on his shoulders. The casual clothes slowly touched the wound. Xue Ju's face was trembling. The pain was so painful. The yellow and white clothes were stained with Xue Ju's wounds, like a blooming blood mandala, which opened invisibly, forming a narrow and long blood stain on the clothes behind him.

"Come here! I'll drag it out and chop it!" Xue Rengao snorted coldly, and Xue Ju didn't stop him this time. He was a murderer. He was originally just a fantasy that this old man should be able to be cured. Now he is necessary to survive and even if he dies, he will be a cushion.

"General, please spare me! General, please spare me! General, please spare me!" When the old man heard this, he was panicked and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy, but everything was futile.

"General, wait! I have a way to treat the general! I hope the general will spare him!" The doctor who had originally treated Xue Rengao quickly went up and bowed to Xue.

"Oh! This old guy doesn't work! What's your ability?" Xue Qiao's hands were rubbed against each other as the size of a cushion rubbed each other, and the faint momentum on his body gradually retracted, as if he was curious at a boy, and he was stunned involuntarily.

"Please spare him!" The doctor said slowly.

"You can look at the wound first!" Xue Ju tore off his clothes, revealing the sudden blade, with a hint of domineering spirit in his eyes. The young general looked at Xue Ju's blade and smiled slightly, "Yes! But please be patient!"

"Okay! I believe you! As he said that, he waved his hand and signaled the old man to retreat. Xue Qiu narrowed his eyes, with anger in his eyes.

When he retreated, Guan Yu's sword was extremely fierce. Xue Ju's face was still terrified. The sword was very powerful, and the scarlet energy appeared on the sword. Fortunately, the war horse under his crotch was quite powerful and accelerated suddenly, otherwise Xue Ju would have really stayed on the battlefield.

"Give it to me, General!" The young doctor took out a piece of wood from his arms and gave it to Xue Ju, smiling slightly, but the smile seemed so gloomy and weird.

"What are you doing for me?" Xue Ju said in confusion.

"Of course I'm biting it for the general. The pain I'll be short of later. I'm afraid you can't bear it!" The doctor's face had a smile, which seemed to be mocking and a kind reminder.

"No! Hurry up!" Xue Ju threw him aside and urged the doctor to hurry up.

"No!" The doctor smiled slightly, took out a few long needles from the cloth in his arms, connected them with a small thread, rubbed the needles with fire and wine while baking, washed their hands, picked up a basin of wine, wet it with a towel, and began to clean up the blood on the edge of Xue Ju's knife. Every time Xue Ju tried, he felt a burning pain coming from his wound, as if he had been burned. Soon, the surrounding wounds were almost cleaned. The doctor took off the gourd in his hand, poured the sap powder inside on the wound, then picked up the needle and thread, and began to sew on Xue Ju's wound.

With one sputter, Xue Ju felt a burst of stinging pain coming. Although each sputter is not as good as a knife, the number of these sputters is too large, which makes Xue Ju feel that his scalp is numb and several squeaks are heard from time to time, but he is afraid that he will pull the wound up, otherwise his previous patience will be in vain.

After a while, the doctor sutured the wound together, picked up the cloth and wiped it clean. Then he smiled and said, "General is healed! The wound can never touch water for three days.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk!" Xue Rengao, who had been beside him, looked at him without saying a word, and from time to time he glanced back at Xue Rengao's wound. After being stitched, he did not bleed out. This is amazing.

"General! The king sent General Zhonglimei to deliver the message, obviously for..." Then the soldiers said self-evidently.

Xue Ju's face changed, and the relief he had before returned to his face at this moment, and then said, "I'll go right away!"

"No!" Then the soldiers can only cater to Tao.

In the big tent, Zhong Limu came to the wailing soldiers all over the field, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

"General Zhongli is here! I am in a hurry to welcome you! I am ashamed again!" Xue Ju said with a look of guilt.

Zhonglimei watched Xue Ju walk towards him in a stairs, then took out the bamboo slips in his arms and said, "The king knows that the general has worked hard and does not care about the general's defeat! Let me hand this bamboo slips over to the general!"

"Really?" Xue Ju was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to confirm.

“It’s true”

Xue Ju thought he was destined to be defeated this time, so he quickly opened the bamboo slips and looked at Xiang Yu's letters, which were full of encouragement and no blame. Xue Ju's eyes turned red and said, "I will meet the wise master! I, Xue Ju, must wear a horse and tie a corpse and get a grass to repay him!"

Zhong Limei looked at Xue Ju's expression and had to sigh at the power of the two strategists, then said: "The King's Secret Order! The general doesn't have to attack the city, just hold them back!

"Don't worry! Leave it to me!"
Chapter completed!