Grass? What's in the grass?
The other three were not as lucky as Lin Rui. They could observe the situation on the grass while escaping, so naturally they would not see the reflection.
As soon as Lin Rui finished saying "Be careful of the grass", Xing Lie stepped on a mechanism, which was soon triggered. With a click, Xing Lie couldn't help but groan.
He staggered and fell forward.
Han Wenjing immediately flashed to Xing Lie's side: "Major General, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Rui looked at Xing Lie's foot and said, "He's stepped on a trap! Sanliang, go and pry the trap open!"
Sanliang looked at Xing Lie hesitantly and handed him a branch he had found on the ground. "General, it will hurt a lot. The teeth are all in the flesh."
Xing Lie's face was pale as he breathed, he reached out and took the branch and bit it in his mouth: "Come on!"
Lin Rui saw that Xing Lie's soap boots, which San Liang held up, were already stained red with blood. This was obviously a trap for catching large prey, with amazing bite force. If San Liang had not followed them today, Xing Lie's foot would not only not be able to be pulled out, but would also suffer secondary injuries during the escape, and would most likely die from tetanus and infection.
Although the situation is not optimistic now, after all, the wound is too big.
The young general must not die! Lin Rui's heart sank. He had finally followed a young and promising boss, and even rebellion was on the agenda. Now it was gone. Not only was Huang Moguan's hope gone, but even his hope was gone!
Why did he go to great lengths to build Huangmo Pass into such a prosperous state? It was to provide Xing Lie with logistical support during his battles, allowing him to fight at the front while he took care of the rear support.
In this world, he could no longer find anyone other than the Xing family father and son of Huangmoguan who could unify this chaotic world. Moreover, unification was not the end; it was a way for the people to have enough food to eat in the morning and nothing to do in the evening without having to wander around.
After much thought, among the existing military powers, only Xing Lie can do this.
If Xing Lie were gone, he would have to consider starting his own business and join the competition. Wouldn't he become a king of rolls again if he had to face assassinations and endless military strategist tasks?
Why is it so difficult for him to live a better life in this troubled world in this life!
No, Xing Lie must not die!
While Lin Rui was brainstorming here, San Liang finally took out the trap intact. There were huge holes on Xing Lie's feet and ankles, and blood was gushing out. Han Wenjing pressed it again and again with his bamboo green clothes, but it didn't slow down the blood flow.
"It's so cold!" Xing Lie's face was pale, and he began to suffer from hypothermia due to excessive blood loss.
There was a medicine box in Lin Rui's house, but he had not learned any systematic first aid knowledge. In the current situation, he had no time to read books. He pretended to grope around on his body, but actually took out needles and thread, hemostatic powder and anti-inflammatory capsules from the space in the mansion.
"What is this?" Han Wenjing stared blankly at Lin Rui pulling out these things from his pocket like magic: "Needle and thread?"
Sanliang also scratched his head and asked, "Master, what are you doing with needle and thread?"
Faced with such a large wound, all he could think of now was to sew the wound up like torn clothes to slow down the bleeding, otherwise the wound would be extremely difficult to heal.
Han Wenjing also looked at him puzzledly.
Lin Rui explained: "I once saw a doctor in a clinic in Longting Town sew up a patient who had suffered an external injury and was bleeding with needle and thread. He treated the patient as if he were dead, even if the patient was still alive."
Han Wenjing gasped. "Sewing human skin as clothing? Lord Lin, are you sure you saw this in Longting Town? I traveled a lot in my youth, but I've never heard of such a horrifying thing."
Lin Rui was speechless. "Master Lin, I have needles, thread, and medicine powder. We still have a chance to give it a try. If we wait any longer to heal the young general's wound, he will either bleed to death or get infected. Even if a doctor comes to save him, the end result will be amputation."
Xing Lie, who was still dazed, suddenly woke up when he heard the word amputation. He grabbed Lin Rui's hand and said, "Lin Rui, I can handle it. Come on, no amputation, even if I die, I won't!"
For a young man who had been fighting in the battlefield since he was fifteen or sixteen, having one of his legs sawed off at the prime of his life was a huge blow.
Besides, he was the Major General of the 30,000-strong Xing Family Army. If he was disabled, how could the Xing Family Army be united and loyal? He would give it a try even if there was only a 10% chance of what Lin Rui said.
I would rather die in pain than become a cripple.
Lin Rui was also very decisive: "Okay, Major General, it will hurt a lot, you have to be mentally prepared."
After Lin Rui finished speaking, he said to San Liang, "Go find a thicker piece of wood for the young general." The branch had been bitten into pieces by Xing Lie and was obviously not suitable for use again.
After everything was ready, Lin Rui threaded his needle in the moonlight, and Han Wenjing used a flint to make a small fire for lighting and heating. At the same time, the surroundings were tightly blocked by tall bushes, for fear that the fire would attract the enemy's pursuit.
Lin Rui previously felt that his hands would tremble when he was sewing on people, but in the face of danger, he was surprisingly calm and started sewing without even blinking.
After the first injection, Lin Rui felt that Xing Lie's whole body was tense due to the pain. He couldn't let Xing Lie relax. This was the body's natural defense mechanism.
The second stitch, the third stitch... until the last stitch completely sutured the wound and sprinkled it with medicine powder. Xing Lie was completely exhausted, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and the sweat on his head and face made it impossible for him to open his eyes.
Looking at his feet tightly wrapped in white brocade, Xing Lie felt that all the suffering he had just endured was worth it.
But before one crisis subsided, another arose. Three or two guards came running over, their faces grim, saying, "Major General, Lord Han, Master, we have to leave. I noticed a lot of torches approaching the edge of the woods."
It seems they also found their way here through the tunnel. A group of four would be too conspicuous. Xing Lie's foot was seriously injured and he couldn't walk at all. The only way was for the three or two to carry Xing Lie forward.
But there was a problem. Sanliang, the strongest of the four, wouldn't be able to use even 30% of his martial arts skills if he carried Xing Lie on his back. Although Han Wenjing knew some martial arts, it was only enough for self-defense.
Sanliang thought for a moment and said, "How about we run separately? I'll lead the pursuers away."
Choosing to divert the pursuers is no different from seeking death. Those soldiers who came to hunt down Xing Lie were all the elite of Yishu Pass. Not to mention how many of the elite of Yishu Pass there were, but a group of people against four people gave them an advantage in numbers.
Now Xing Lie is so seriously injured. If they don't lure away the pursuers as if they were sending themselves to die, all that awaits them is annihilation.
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