Chapter 661

"Kill!"

The battle drum beat out the exciting rhythm, and Yan Shengrui's sword edge, who rushed out of the city with his close soldiers, shot out like an iron armour. The sharp blade in his hand was wildly harvesting the lives of the northern barbarians who wanted to rush into the city. The vanguard troops of Beiman were defeated, but the general in charge of the command in the rear rushed out with more soldiers.

"Kill! The man in white armor is Yan Shengrui. Capture him alive

"Capture Yan Shengrui alive!"

Seeing that there were not many of them, there were only a few thousand of them. The northern barbarians, who were always good at fighting at once, rushed out like crazy.

"Brothers, take their leader alive!"

When they heard that they wanted to capture their master's son alive, their eyes were full of bloodthirsty light. They waved their swords without Yan Shengrui's command. The swords in each person's hands were full of cold air, which made them resist countless enemies with incomparable precision. The head of the enemy rolled down like a ball, and the whole battlefield was filled with a strong and nauseous smell of blood. On the other hand, the northern barbarians The number of soldiers in the northern barbarians was very strong, and their combat effectiveness was not weak. Under the command of the leader, many northern barbarians drove their horses to Yan Shengrui. All around him, they were full of soldiers from the northern barbarians. Yan Shengrui was as powerful as the Shura in the battlefield. He reaped the enemy's life with strength, and a few twists and turns of his wrists, a large number of enemies fell.

This is the real Shura battlefield. Yan Shengrui, dressed in silver armor, looks like a cold and cruel man. Even in the dense crowd, he is still more dazzling than anyone else. Under the warm winter sun, it seems that the whole sky is shining with blood.

People's lives are like mole ants in the battlefield. The air is filled with a strong and disgusting smell of blood. The breath of death covers the whole land. Ling Jingxuan, standing on the tower of the city, does not even move his eyebrows. It seems that he has been used to this kind of picture.

"Princess, doctor Zhao let me inform you that the operation is ready!"

I don't know how long later, the fighting is still going on. A small soldier suddenly comes up. Ling Jingxuan's eyebrow is raised and the sunset is gradually darkening. This battle is just an appetizer. It's almost over!

"Give me the gun!"

Holding out his hand, Ling Jingxuan's focus of sight is fixed on the general who is in charge of the enemy's command. Li Ruhong respectfully hands his rifle to him. Ling Jingxuan holds the rifle and aims at the man. The rest of the thunder team all hold their breath. The soldier who comes to report is even more stupefied. What does he want to do and what is that strange weapon? And this distance, even if it's a sneak attack on the soldiers under the city, is it a little too far?

"Touch!"

Just as they were holding their breath, Ling Jingxuan pulled the trigger and the bullet whistled out.

"No, the general is dead..."

"The general is dead..."

The next second, Beiman general fell down, and the rear was in a panic. The northern barbarian who was fighting in front of him was in a panic and was immediately decapitated. Then, several shots rang out, and the flag of Beiman fell down on one side. The soldiers who had been brave and invincible immediately lost their armor and fled in confusion.

"Chase!"

At the command of Yan Shengrui, Ling Jingxuan on the tower took up his gun and returned it to Li Ruhong: "let someone repair the gate. When the Lord comes back, he says I'm doing surgery. Qin Muyan, don't let people come to the tower for the time being, and let the soldiers clean the tower at night. After today's affairs, they absolutely dare not attack the city with cloud ladders."

No, to be correct, they will not attack the city again for the time being. The casualties of the northern barbarians are much heavier than they are today. In addition, Yan Shengrui has arrived and he is in charge. Even if their soldiers have not been collected, the enemy will be afraid of three points.

"Yes"

Qin Muyan exchanged a tacit look with Li Ruhong, both hands clasping hands and bowing.

"Take me to the operating room!"

Thunder corps are well-trained. As long as you give them a general direction, they will know what to do. Ling Jingxuan doesn't go back. Finally, he takes a look at the soldiers who are chasing the poor bandits. He turns around and leaves with the little soldier. Yan Shengrui knows more about the battlefield, and he will arrange the rest.

The so-called operating room is actually a quadrangle house. When Ling Jingxuan went in, they were already busy helping. As for the things they brought, the soldiers were constantly sending them inside. For the time being, they didn't see Chu Yunhan. They should have taken Xiaotuan to Yamen. After all, he was too young He was afraid that there would be shadows when he saw the bloody pictures.

"Master, I have anesthetized the child, and his broken arm is well preserved. The medical boy has washed it with disinfectant water. However, because there are many patients and the number of military doctors is too small, we may not be able to operate. We may not have any hands on it."

Zhao Shan, surrounded by a group of children, saw him coming in and rushed to meet him. He had not done the operation to connect the broken arm. He had to do it with him. I think it should be similar to the suture of the wound, but more complicated than the suture of the wound. In addition to the muscle and skin, they seem to have to sew up the blood vessels of the arm, especially the bones, for the time being He doesn't know how to engage yet."Well, did I bring my medicine box?"

Ling Jingxuan nodded and walked with him to the operating room. All the soldiers along the way looked at him strangely. When he arrived at the door, Ling Jingxuan untied his cloak and threw it to the iron boy who followed him: "don't let anyone touch my clothes. It's poisonous."

"Well"

the iron warlords nodded with a cold face. They did not see the real battlefield. It was just the wounded that made them miserable.

"Are you Shengqin princess with good medical skills?"

The group of children around Zhao Shan choked up with a choking throat. Ling Jingxuan's eyes swept. They were all thin and weak, their faces were dirty, and their clothes were ragged. The oldest looked no more than 14 or 15 years old, and the youngest was probably only about 10 years old. However, their tearful eyes were very bright and hopeful, Ling Jingxuan Can not help but bloom to come here after the first smile: "yes, you find me something?"

"Princess, please help sanmaozi

"Please, Princess..."

"Please..."

The next second, a dozen or so children knelt down in unison. Everyone looked up and begged him. It could be seen that their feelings were very good. Ling Jingxuan bent down to help them up: "get up, I will help if I can."

The child's life should not be in danger. Now it's just to see if he can keep his hand. With his medical skills, if in modern times, there must be no problem, but there is nothing here in ancient times. Even though his hospital has been constantly updated with a lot of equipment, it still can not reach the modern level. What he can do is just try his best.

"Thank you princess, thank you princess!"

The children were excited to thank each other. Seeing the Lingwen brothers coming, Ling Jingxuan waved to them: "Xiaowen Xiaowu, arrange for them to have a rest, and let shuiling'er make more food to deliver."

I'm afraid all these children lost their parents and relatives because of the war, right? But those who have parents, who will let their children in and out of such places? The anesthesia is already on. He doesn't have much time to get to know and settle them. He has to give them to the children who are about the same age. It's time for the children to recall the sufferings of the people.

"Well, my name is Yan Xiaowen. They are Yan Xiaowu and Zhao Tiesheng respectively. Come with us."

Big buns nodded forward, and did not dislike that they were dirty, because he was dirtier than them.

"No, no, we have to wait here for Sanmao to come out."

The first boy refused their offer. His eyes were dazed and dodged, and he put his hands behind him in a panic. It was obvious that he was afraid that he might contaminate them. Ling Jingxuan was sad and his smile was more gentle: "don't wait. The operation requires extreme quiet. A little noise will disturb us. I not only want to save your friend, but also help him connect his broken arm If you are really good for him, you can go down and have a rest with my sons. Don't worry. I'm also a farmer born child. The children used to live in the countryside with me. We are no different. "

Only sensible and self-esteem of children will be shy, Ling Jingxuan quite like them, at least than many pit father fucker adults.

"But one"

"don't be but, or are you not a man? Come with me. "

Without giving them a chance, Xiao baozi grabs the boy who is talking and goes outside. Ling Wentie looks at each other with a smile and leaves with them. After watching them disappear in the flow of people, Ling Jingxuan and Zhao Shan enter the operating room together. The shadowless lamp is on, and the blood bag is constantly inputting blood into the child's body Jingxuan put on special clothes for operation, gloves and mask.

"The incision is very smooth. Fortunately, it was not cut off shoulder to shoulder. Shanzi, you can hold the broken arm and see how I sew it up. I'm afraid there will be many such operations in the future. You should master them as soon as possible."

After carefully looking at the child's cleaned wounds and broken arms, Ling Jingxuan picked up his medicine box and found out what he needed later, including steel nails that he had never used. Shanzi has traveled around the world for many years. He has cured a lot of difficult and miscellaneous diseases, and has done many operations. However, he has not done such a difficult operation. He also wants to know that a man has been cut off Whether the arm can really be connected, and what degree can be recovered after connecting.

"Let's get started."

"Well!"

Ready to prepare, Ling Jingxuan pulled a stool and sat down beside the operating bed. Zhao Shan nodded and sent the broken arm. The master and apprentice began the huge project with concentration.

"Ye Xiaowei..."

Outside the yard, as soon as the teenagers who were pushed and pulled out of the yard stepped out, ye Ruyun came with the help of Ling Jingpeng. The teenagers immediately surrounded the courtyard, and Ling wenlingwu and others stepped forward to follow.

"I'm all right. Don't worry, sanmaozi How's it going? "

Seeing them, ye Ruyun couldn't help tears in his eyes. At the first moment, he thought of sanmaozi who had broken his arm in order to save him. The teenagers were in a burst of excitement. Ling Wen went forward and said, "Dad and brother Shanzi are doing arm extension surgery for him. My aunt doesn't have to worry. Dad never does anything that wastes time. Since he said he can connect, he can definitely connect him."They all heard that the third hairy boy was cut off his arm to save his aunt, and they sincerely hope that he can recover.

"Well!"

Ye Ruyun nodded in tears. She also knew the temperament of her elder brother. Since he said that he could, it would be OK. She had to believe in his medical skills and that sanmaozi would get better.