Ling Jiheng shook his head calmly. "I also heard it from an old doctor. He said that using a clean knife to cut away the rotten flesh can alleviate the condition."
After hearing this, they were all horrified. If they delayed any longer, they would end up like Old Master Chen.
Helpless, I can only grit my teeth and try.
First, use fire to disinfect the dagger, then cut away the rotten flesh, and even the good flesh around it.
At that moment, they felt so painful that they wanted to cry.
But Gao Hongbin said: "There is indeed such a saying. Back then, Heidan and the others also treated their wounds in the same way."
Several wounded soldiers felt relieved, and one brave man even used a red-hot dagger to burn the flesh together.
A burnt smell wafted through the air among the group, but no one had an appetite.
"What are you doing?" someone exclaimed.
The man was in so much pain that he couldn't speak: "Hand, my hand is slipping!"
***
On the seventh day of exile, there were no more horses left for the exile team. The Ling family's horses had been requisitioned by the guards, and now the carts had to be pulled by human power.
Fortunately, they had enough food and were willing to eat, so they were all strong and could still hold on.
That day, the exile team met a group of strangers, and at that moment, both sides were frightened.
Gao Hongbin shouted: "Who are you? Come out!"
I saw a group of skinny refugees coming out from behind a tree trunk as thick as a bucket, staring at the wooden boxes on the cart with longing eyes.
Gao Hongbin immediately drew his knife and stood on guard, asking the other party for details.
The man knelt down with a plop. "Sir, please give us some food. My family and I have been fleeing here from famine and haven't had a full meal for seven days and seven nights!"
Gao Hongbin frowned: "Where are you from?"
"Your Excellency, we are from Hezhong Prefecture."
"Why don't you go to Beijing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the refugees sobbing.
"Why didn't you go? You must have gone! Those dignitaries wouldn't open the door for me, and they would...
My son died by their sword!"
Not sure what others were thinking, Chi Xingyue sighed, "As expected!"
Gao Hongbin was humiliated by what he said, but he couldn't lose his temper in front of everyone.
As for food, oh, there is none. Even if there was, I wouldn't give it to you.
The moment the big knife came out, it scared people away. He said seriously: "Everyone, cheer up and don't let anyone trick you!"
We are all on the same boat, who dares to jump around at this moment?
They pushed their carts onto the road with serious expressions, and even the women held wooden sticks in their hands, showing the spirit of wolf warriors.
The refugees were unwilling to give up and followed the convoy from a distance. When they found that the convoy was heading towards Shangjing, they left with lingering fear.
We are almost reaching Jiangnan, and we dare not fail at the last moment.
Although they were unwilling to accept it, they knew better than anyone else what it felt like to be stabbed. It was so painful!
This incident was like turning on a switch, and refugees emerged from all directions in the following period.
They were like hungry wolves, staring at their carts.
Gao Hongbin was frightened by being stared at, but he didn't dare to act rashly.
It was not until the ninth day that they encountered a group of three or four hundred people coming to rob them, and they drew their swords and started killing people.
At that moment, the same kind was killing each other, and the heaven and earth changed color.
Everyone has his or her own stance. Even though Chi Xingyue has studied core values for decades, he cannot put his or her life in the hands of others.
Facing the skinny face, she closed her eyes, raised the stick and hit the other person's hand hard.
Now is not the time to be sympathetic. If these refugees succeed, the exiles responsible for escorting them will be beheaded.
Who wants to die when they can live? Even if Chi Xingyue couldn't bear it, he had to think about his own life.
Ling Jiheng did the same, his movements were quick and decisive, not caring at all that the person in front of him was a human. He kicked the refugee several meters away as if he were kicking a wolf.
In comparison, Ling Jiyi and Ling Jiran are much more merciful.
He cried and shouted, "Don't rob me," but was scratched all over. Even the dried meat on his body was taken away by someone, I don't know who took it.
If Ling Weiyuan and Ling Jiren were not still useful, the entire truck of goods would have been stolen.
Wan Chunqin and Geng Suhua protected their cubs like old hens, and Shu Muyun did the same, holding Shu Rui tightly in his arms.
Some were so bold that they even extended their evil hands towards them.
Ling Jiheng, who couldn't tolerate any sand in his eyes, took out a knife and confiscated their tools.
A shrill howl echoed from the scene, making one's scalp tingle.
Gao Hongbin became furious and ordered the refugees who were causing trouble to be beheaded.
A slaughter began, leaving the ground littered with broken limbs and arms. The stench of blood spread for miles, and when it was over, everyone's expression changed.
This was the first time that the exile team faced the blood without panic, only sadness and helplessness in this era.
Ling Jiran's face was scratched and he cried heartbreakingly.
Ling Jiyi strangled the murderer who bullied his sister and was completely unconscious.
The Chen sisters were almost kidnapped and were still in shock.
Even Ling Mingyue, Ling Minghao, Ling Weiwei and other cubs were stunned and frightened by the scene before them.
The carts and boxes were stained with blood. Gao Hongbin counted the number of people and after confirming that no one was dead, he continued on his way.
He whispered a few words to his deputy. The young man fell far behind the convoy. After the people were far away, he took a knife and cut off several ears.
One of them was to fill in the gap for Qiu Wenyan.
Since he was removed from the exile team, he had to give an explanation to the Youzhou government.
As for the others, just stock up on them, they might come in handy.
Ling Jiheng also had the same idea.
Not long after he walked out, he left the team under the pretext of going to the bathroom.
He rushed to the scene of the crime, bowed to the victims, and then searched their bags, finding a few pieces of identification documents that were not stained by blood.
"I'm sorry, but I'll just borrow your things. My wife and I will build a cenotaph for you later."
Ling Jiheng bowed again, remained silent for a moment, and then took the things and left.
He quickly returned to the team, covered his face with his sleeve, and handed the document to Chi Xingyue.
The little fairy understood immediately, put the documents into the space, and solemnly kept them in a carved wooden box.
The convoy moved forward slowly. Because of the evil aura of the sword-wielding guards and exiled prisoners, as well as the bloodstains on the carts and wooden boxes, the refugees subconsciously moved away.
Of course, there are also some stubborn ones who want to give their sons and daughters to the other party just in exchange for a steamed bun.
Gao Hongbin was indifferent to this, even to the exiled prisoners.
They can't even take care of themselves, how could they possibly bring along a burden?
This week, they have come to understand that other places in the Dayong Dynasty are not as prosperous as Jiangnan.
This is just the beginning. Once they arrive in Youzhou, who knows what kind of troubles will be waiting for them.
It is already very difficult to protect yourself, so there is no need to show love and ask for trouble.
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