Chapter 4
"Report, General, Deputy Captain Zhang is back alive." The young general on duty today rushed into the tent.
These guards are all family soldiers brought by the general, and their relationship with the general is naturally special, not to mention that they are there to take the blame for the general. Rushing to break the news is also a way to show off their reputation.
The general who had been wearing a gloomy face recently finally showed a look of surprise: "Really? Please come in." He put down the intelligence he had summarized and was about to stand up, but the feeling of the wound on his body being pulled made him sit up straight.
The general thought he would see a battered, injured and weak subordinate, but the person who came in was dressed in black brocade clothes. Except for his face looking a little dusty, he was in very good condition.
"Report, Imperial Guard Zhang Yihui has returned to the army." After six or seven days of dusty journey through the desert, he walked for several more days before returning to the barracks. He knelt before the general and presented him with the armor he had donned to lure the enemy.
The general waved his hand and said, "Stand up. Put it aside for now. Are you injured? Let the military doctor take a look."
"I'm fine. I met an immortal in the desert. The immortal cast a spell and all my injuries were healed." Zhang Yihui's eyes were shining and his excitement was beyond words.
"?" The general was stunned for a moment, wondering if his brain was injured?
"Those barbarians chased me into the desert. I lost my way and was seriously injured. I thought I would die in the desert. But my horse pulled me to a fairyland where there lived an immortal and his servants. They healed all my injuries and the scars on my body disappeared." As he spoke, he pulled at his clothes. There were three arrow wounds on his chest. They were the scars left from protecting the general in the past, but now they are all gone.
"......" The general looked at him speechlessly, frowning and wondering if this could be a spy sent by the enemy. It was a joke to use such a clumsy lie to cover up his identity.
"Oh, right. This dress was also given by that immortal. Even though it's black, walking in the desert sun makes my whole body feel refreshed." Zhang Yihui was delighted. This was an effect he discovered himself (the dress is made of energy and looks like fabric. Only when the energy completely dissipates will the dress disappear. The small aura formed by the self-circulation of energy can't be said to be completely warm in winter and cool in summer, but it does have a certain effect).
"And this knife, it's so sharp that it can kill wolves with every blow." On the fourth night in the desert, he showed his skills. He was besieged by more than 20 wolves and thought he could not hold on. However, the weapon was too powerful and he could chop the wolves in half or separate their heads and bodies with every blow. He killed more than a dozen of them without much effort, and the rest ran away.
If he didn't know his own strengths and weaknesses, he would have thought he was invincible.
The general saw him take the long sword at his waist, his body stiffened a little. Is this really not an assassin sent? If he hadn't seen the black mole on his earlobe, he would definitely have ordered the guards outside to take him down.
"Ah, there's more." He placed the long knife on the table and pulled out a small bottle from his pocket. "There's also the hemostatic pills, a holy medicine for healing wounds. I don't know how effective they are, but the gods must have given them something very good. They told me to keep them on the road in case of emergency."
"General, you look pale. Would you like to try one?" Zhang Yihui looked as if he wanted to stuff the pill into the general's mouth right away to prove what he said was true.
"......" Good fellow, if you didn't know this person well, who could be sure that he wasn't here to poison you? "Put your things on the table first and tell me about your subsequent experience."
Hearing the general's question reminded him of his brothers who died in the desert. His excitement was completely gone. He was sad, but perhaps because he had talked to the immortal, he felt less heavy in his heart.
He told the general all his experiences along the way, took off his shirt, let the general carefully look at the scars on his body that had disappeared, and answered some confidential questions raised by the general, only then did he confirm again that he was indeed not an imposter.
After telling everything, he asked Zhang Yihui not to make it public. After taking the order, Zhang Yihui retreated and went to visit the captain who had broken out from the other side with the general but was seriously injured.
The general picked up the black sword. It didn't feel heavy in his hand, but rather light. He could hear the humming of the sword when he pulled it open. The blade was also black, and even the edge didn't reflect any light, so it was hard to tell how sharp it was.
He swung his hand across the corner of the table, effortlessly swiping a piece off the leg. Captain Zhang's words were true. It was indeed sharp. He placed the sword back on the table and took possession of the small porcelain vase. Just looking at the vase, it wasn't the kind of crude porcelain you'd find in ordinary households. The craftsmanship and appearance were exquisite.
The pill poured into his hand was a thumb-sized red pill, more like a candy pill than a pill, with a sweet, fruity aroma. He swallowed it without hesitation. He had no reason to hesitate. This time, he was seriously injured. The reason he sat here was to stabilize the morale of the troops. With these injuries, rushing back to the capital would at least cost him half his life, and there was a greater chance that he would not be able to return to the capital at all. The traitor who betrayed him this time was his most trusted advisor. He could not delay his return to the capital.
The previous emperor died young, leaving behind only this one prince. The empress, whose sister was in poor health, had been ruling the country from behind the curtain for three years, but she could no longer bear the burden and followed the late emperor to his death. Before her death, she entrusted the young emperor to her care, and the young emperor worked hard and gradually learned about government affairs, becoming more and more competent. In a few years, he would surely be able to take charge of the government on his own.
The situation in the court is tense now, and there are no shortage of people who don't want him to go back. I don't know which side is behind this move.
As for the immortal that Zhang Yihui mentioned, he thought that it might be a hermit living in the outside world, but it was rare to see someone living in seclusion in the desert.
The general pondered, then noticed the pain in his wounds ease. He touched the deepest wound on his chest, then, incredibly, took off his shirt and untied the fine cloth covering the wound. Looking down, he saw that the wound, which was originally slightly red, swollen, and inflamed, was healing at a visible speed.
(That bottle is a top-grade hemostatic pill, which can restore 1400 HP in the game. In real life, the average civilian has 100 HP, while a trained warrior has 120 to 150 HP. A warrior with higher martial arts skills can only recover 200 HP at most. One pill can heal even the most serious wounds and make them bleed from the nose.)
Within a few breaths, the wound that was so deep that the bone could be seen had completely healed. It was not like Zhang Yihui said that even the scar had disappeared. He stroked the wound on his chest, which was more tender than the flesh on other parts of his chest. This was not an illusion, it was really healed.
He stood up, stretched his arms, kicked his legs, and jumped a few times. Good, very good, he had never felt his body so relaxed before. Not to mention the injuries, the sore waist, the tired neck, these minor ailments were all gone.
The general's thoughts were a little shaken. The effect of this pill was beyond imagination. It was unlike anything that could be made in this world. There were only two pills in a bottle. He carefully put away the other pill and returned to the capital to give it to the little emperor, asking him to carry it with him to save his life.
It seems the itinerary needs to be changed. After clearing out the troops on the border, we'll go visit the immortal Zhang Yihui mentioned. If nothing else, his medical skills are absolutely top-notch, and being able to invite him out would be a great guarantee.
Zhang Yihui left the tent and rushed to the military doctor's tent. He met his captain and learned that three of the dozen or so men who had protected the general during his retreat had died. The captain was even more seriously injured than the general and was still unable to get up.
When he entered, he found the man still conscious, though his face was flushed and his lips pale from the fever. This was a common occurrence in military camps, especially after battles. A large percentage of wounded men experienced this, as the pathogenic pathogens entered their bodies. Some survived, but most did not. (This is what we now call a wound becoming inflamed with pus.)
"Is the captain okay?" he asked the man who was sitting next to the captain and looking after him.
The captain lying on the bed was the first to speak: "What could happen? It will be fine in two days. Where are the people in our team?" He was asking about the comrades who followed Zhang Yihui to lure the enemy.
Zhang Yihui patted the captain on the bed: "They have been loyal."
The captain's face on the bed grew even darker. There was no need to feel sorry for anything, as he would probably have to reunite with his brothers in two days. He knew his own situation well, and few people could survive a condition as serious as his.
The tent was silent for a moment. Zhang Yihui suddenly thought of something and untied the water bag from his waist. "Captain, are you thirsty? Have some water."
"Deputy Captain, I just fed the captain some water."
Zhang Yihui put the kettle to his mouth, regardless of whether he had just drunk water or not. He believed that the water he got from the immortal was different.
As long as the captain took the medicine he gave to the general, he would definitely be able to survive this life-and-death crisis. But that's not the way to think. How could their lives be compared with the general's? The medicine would definitely be of great use, and it would be a waste to use it on their worthless lives.
The way he insisted on letting the captain drink water made the captain understand something. He looked at him deeply, and relying on the strength of Zhang Yihui's hand to help him up, he drank slowly, one sip at a time.
Zhang Yihui also held the water bag carefully. He cherished every drop of water in it. He gave the captain a few sips of water, let him lie down again, and said to his colleague beside him: "You go first, I will take care of the captain today."
"Then I'll go get dinner." The man nodded and went out
He was bored and sat by the bed chatting with the captain. The captain didn't ask what was going on with the water and responded cooperatively.
After a while, the response stopped. I looked down and saw that the captain, who was still feverish, was snoring in his sleep.
Zhang Yihui stretched, feeling very tired after rushing back from the desert. He climbed onto the empty bed nearby and soon fell asleep. He had a beautiful dream.
In the dream, the cattle and sheep he led went to the desert and found a courtyard full of flowers. The owner of the courtyard was standing at the door, smiling at him as if he knew he was coming.
The white robe and long black hair fluttered back and forth in the breeze, and he couldn't help laughing just by looking at her.
He didn't know how long he had been grinning foolishly in his dream before he was awakened by his comrades who had returned with food. "Deputy Captain, the captain's fever seems to have subsided."
He looked at the captain on the other bed. His breathing was not as heavy and the blush on his face had faded a lot. "That's good. It seems that the captain has survived this test.
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