Zhang Cheng acted roughly, grabbing Li Junyi by the collar and flipping his limp body over.

The wound on the back of his neck was exposed to the cold wind.

"What are you doing?!"

Li Qiming's eyes instantly turned red, filled with shock and anger. Without thinking, he raised his old hunting rifle and slammed the heavy butt of the rifle hard into Zhang Cheng's back!

Zhang Cheng didn't even frown.

He didn't even look back.

He tilted his neck slightly and easily dodged the gun butt that was about to hit him.

At the same time, he slammed his hand down on the butt of the shotgun slung diagonally across his shoulder.

"call--"

The dark, cold gun barrel spun and slid to my front with a whooshing sound.

Zhang Cheng grabbed the gun barrel with his backhand, didn't even look, tensed his arm muscles, and swung it backward violently!

"Bang!!!"

A dull, loud thud!

The gun barrel slammed solidly into Li Qiming's forehead.

That was swift and ruthless!

Li Qiming felt stars flashing before his eyes, and a piercing pain struck him, leaving him completely dazed.

Warm, viscous liquid streamed down his forehead, blurring his vision.

Blood splattered!

He staggered back half a step, swaying unsteadily, almost unable to stand.

Instinctively, he reached into his pocket with his right hand, as if to fumble for spare bullets.

Zhang Cheng's cold gaze swept over him.

"You won't let me touch you?"

His voice was devoid of any emotion.

"OK."

"Then save him yourself!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Cheng released his grip.

Li Junyi, barely breathing and seemingly dead, was thrown back into Li Qiming's shaky arms like a broken sack.

After doing all this, Zhang Cheng didn't even glance at him again, turned around and strode towards the wounded on the other side.

Li Qiming's expression froze completely.

He stared blankly at the indifferent back view, watching him skillfully treat Zhang Weiguo's wounds and stop the bleeding.

Er Gouzi...

Is this still the same Er Gouzi?

When did he become so amazing?

That's...terrifying?

Looking down at Li Junyi, whose eyes were completely closed and whose breathing was almost imperceptible, Li Qiming felt as if his heart was being gripped by an icy hand.

Overwhelmed by immense fear and despair.

"Er Gouzi!"

His voice was hoarse and choked with sobs as he shouted at Zhang Cheng's retreating figure.

"Er Gouzi! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

"Quick! Please save Junyi! I beg you! Junyi is dying!"

Zhang Cheng's movements did not pause at all.

His method of treating the wound was simple and crude, yet effective.

Tear off the strip of cloth and tighten it tightly around the artery above the wound.

Then he grabbed a large handful of snow and pressed it firmly onto the wound.

The cold snow melted quickly, only to be covered by new snow, which carried away the heat and froze the wound.

In this godforsaken place, this is the only way.

Zhang Cheng seemed not to hear Li Qiming's heart-wrenching cries and pleas.

I want to save you, but you won't let me.

Do you realize you were wrong now?

It's too late.

What do you take me for? Someone who comes when summoned and goes when dismissed?

Seeing that Zhang Cheng remained unmoved, Li Qiming was filled with remorse.

He wanted to slap himself twice across the face!

Holding the dying Li Junyi in his arms, he knelt down with a thud towards Zhang Cheng's back!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He pounded his forehead hard against the cold, hard snow.

He raised his other hand and slapped himself hard across the face!

"Slap! Slap!"

The crisp sound of the slap was particularly loud in the silence.

"Er Gouzi! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"Please! Please have mercy and save Junyi!"

"If you save Junyi, my life is yours!"

Zhang Cheng finally stopped what he was doing.

He slowly turned around, his eyes as cold as ice that never melts, staring silently at Li Qiming, who was kneeling in the snow, kowtowing and slapping himself repeatedly.

He didn't say anything.

A moment later, he took a step and walked over.

He grabbed Li Junyi by the collar again and turned him over.

Eight clearly visible wolf-tooth-like holes on the back of his neck are a shocking sight.

Two of the cavities were so deep that bone was visible, and dark red blood was still seeping out.

The injuries were too severe.

Zhang Cheng frowned almost imperceptibly.

The odds are against us.

He only knew some battlefield first aid techniques, which were adequate for treating external injuries.

However, such penetrating wounds, especially in vital areas like the neck, almost always lead to death without surgical options.

You can't just strangle him with a strip of cloth, can you?

That's not saving lives, that's killing people.

He grabbed a large handful of clean snow and pressed it hard onto the wound on the back of Li Junyi's neck.

The icy stimulation caused Li Junyi to let out a weak groan.

Zhang Cheng's gaze swept around, his voice cold and commanding.

"Start a fire immediately!"

Zhang Da Tou, his face a bloody mess, had just struggled over when he heard these words. He immediately shuddered, turned around, and staggered off to find firewood.

Zhang Cheng then pointed to another villager who was still relatively intact: "Go into the woods and look carefully for Imperata cylindrica roots!"

It's the dead of winter now, and the white cogon grass is long past its season.

But if you're lucky, you might find some roots that haven't completely rotted under the thick snow.

That stuff, when crushed, is said to have hemostatic properties.

Although Zhang Cheng didn't have high hopes, he still had to give it a try.

The instinct for survival overwhelmed the previous hostility and fear.

The surviving villagers, whether from the Zhang or Li family, put aside their prejudices at this moment.

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