Chapter 661: Killing the North Man

"Kill!"
The drums rushed out of the turbulent rhythm, with Yan Biaorui, who had rushed out of the city with his own soldiers, and the squadrons rushed out like the armored scorpion, and the sharp blades in their hands madly harvested the lives of the northern barbarians who wanted to rush into the city. The striker of Beiman’s striker failed, and the general commander in charge at the rear was excited to rush out with more soldiers.
"Kill! The one who wears white armor is Yan Ruirui, catching him!"
"Live catching Yan Rui Rui!"
Seeing that they are not many people, they are thousands of people. They have always rushed out of the North Barbarian who is good at fighting.
"Brothers, catch their princes!"
As soon as they heard that they wanted to catch their masters, the soldiers had a bloodthirsty radiance in their eyes. They didn’t need Yan Ruiru to tell the sword. Everyone’s sword was covered with a stagnation of the bones. The enemy is innumerable and precise. The enemy's head is like a ball. The whole battlefield is full of smell that is disgusting. On the other hand, the North Barbarian is indeed superior in number, and their combat effectiveness is not weak. The commander of the leader, many of the northern barbarians are driving the war horse to Yan Ruirui. In his surroundings, densely packed with Beiban soldiers, Yan Ruirui is as full of momentum as the battlefield Shura, strong harvesting of the enemy's life, a few flips between the wrists The fallen into pieces of the enemy fell.
The cruel and war, the mountain of killing, this is the real battlefield of Shura, Yan Ruirui wearing silver armor is like a look, cold and stunned, even in the dense crowd, still brighter than anyone The corpses are broken and the blood flows into the river. Under the warm sun in the winter, it seems that even the entire sky is reflected in the sky.
The life of a person is like an ant in the battlefield. The air is filled with a smell of blood and a disgusting smell. The breath of death covers the entire land. Ling Jingxuan, who stands on the tower, doesn’t even move his eyebrows. It seems to have been used to this picture. .
"Wang Wei, Dr. Zhao let the small inform you that the surgery is ready!"
I don't know how long it took, the following slaughter continues, a small soldier suddenly ran up, Ling Jingxuan Meifeng rose, quietly gradually darkening the sunset, this battle is just an appetizer, almost the end!
"Gun me!"
Reaching out, Ling Jingxuan’s line of sight was fixed on the general who was in charge of the enemy’s command. Li Ruhong gave his rifle to him respectfully. Ling Jingxuan picked up the rifle and aimed at the man. The rest of the Thunder team held their breath, and the one came to inform The soldier is even more stupid, what he wants to do, what is that weird weapon? And this distance, even if it is a sneak attack on the soldiers under the city is a bit too far, right?
"bump!"
Just as everyone waited for the breath, Ling Jingxuan pulled the trigger and the bullet flew out.
"Not good, the general is dead..."
"The general is dead..."
In the next second, the North Barbarian slammed down and the rear fell into a panic. The northern barbarian who was fighting in front of him panicked, and was instantly cut off by the head. Then, several gunshots sounded, and the battle of Beiban The flag fell on one side, and the formerly brave and invincible northern barbarian suddenly lost his helmet and fled.
"chase!"
Yan Yirui gave a command, the pro-invigoration chased after the victory, Ling Jingxuan on the city tower closed the gun and gave it to Li Ruhong: "Let people repair the city gate, Wang Ye came back and said that I was doing surgery, Qin Muyan, don't let people come to the city building at the moment, let the soldiers at night Cleaning the towers, after today's events, they absolutely dare not use the ladder to attack the city."
No, rightly, they will not come to attack the city for the time being. The casualties of Beiman today are much heavier than they are. With Yan Ruirui coming, he is sitting in the town, even if their soldiers have not yet gathered, the enemy will be afraid of three. Minute.
"Yes"
Qin Muyan Li Ruhong exchanged a look with tacit understanding, both holding fists.
"Take me to the operating room!"
The Thunder team is well-trained. As long as they only give them a general direction, they know what to do. Ling Jingxuan has no more embarrassment. Finally, he looks at the soldiers who are chasing the poor and turns to leave with the little soldier. The battlefield thing Yan Ruirui knows better than him, and the rest will naturally arrange it.
The so-called operating room is actually a requisitioned courtyard house. When Ling Jingxuan entered, the little buns had already helped in the busyness. As for the things they brought, the soldiers were also on the road. Sending it inside, I haven't seen Chu Yunhan's shadow for a while. It should be a small group to go to the door. He is still too small. This picture makes him see that there is a shadow.
"Master, I have already anesthetized the child. His broken arm is also well preserved. The medical child has been cleaned with disinfectant water. However, because there are more injuries, the number of military doctors is too small and surgery will not be performed. We may not have anyone to fight."
Zhao Shan, surrounded by a group of children, saw him coming in, and hurriedly greeted him. He had not done the surgery on the broken arm. He had to do it with him. He thought it should be similar to the suture wound. Stitching the wound is more complicated, because in addition to suturing the muscle skin, they seem to stitch the vascular veins of the arm, especially the bones, and for the time being, he still doesn't know how to engage.
"Well, isn't my medicine box taken?"
Ling Jingxuan nodded and walked with him to the operating room. The soldiers all looked at him strangely along the way. After arriving at the door, Ling Jingxuan untied his body and threw it to the iron baby who was following up: "Don't let people touch my clothes. poisonous."
"Ok"
The iron doll nodded coldly, and they did not see the real battlefield. It was only these wounded people that they were enough to make them uncomfortable.
"Are you a good doctor and a prince?"
The children who had been around Zhaoshan whimpered around the scorpion, and Ling Jingxuan’s eyes swept away. They were all thin and thin, their faces were dirty, and their oldest looks no more than Fourteen or five years old, the youngest is probably only ten years old. However, their tearful eyes are particularly bright and full of hope. Ling Jingxuan can't help but open the first smile after coming here: "Yes, Are you looking for me something?"
"Wang Hao, please be sure to save San Maozi!"
"I beg you Wang Hao..."
"please……"
In the next second, ten children brushed and smashed down. Everyone looked up and pleaded with him. They could see that their feelings were very good. Ling Jingxuan bent down and raised them: "Get up, save." I will definitely save."
That child should be life-threatening. Now is to see if he can keep his hand. With his medical skills, if it is modern, it is definitely no problem, but here is nothing ancient, even if his hospital land these years A lot of equipment has been added in succession, and it still can't reach the modern level. All he can do is try his best.
"Thank you, Wang Hao, thank you Wang Hao!"
The children were excited and thanked, and the Lingwen brothers came over. Ling Jingxuan waved to them: "Xiaowen Xiaowu, arrange for them to take a break, and let Shui Linger do more to eat."
These children, I am afraid that all of them lost their parents and relatives because of the war. But whoever has a parent, will anyone let their children go in and out in this place? The anesthesia in the operation has already gone on. He didn't have much time to learn to settle them. They can only be temporarily given to the little buns who are about the same age as them. The children should also recall the folks suffering.
"Well, my name is Yan Xiaowen. They are Yan Xiaowu and Zhao Tiesheng. Come with us."
The big buns nodded and did not even abandon them to be dirty, because he was more dirty than them.
"No, no, we have to wait for Sanmao to come out here."
The headed boy refused their kindness, his eyes were dodging, and he still flustered his back to his back. Obviously he was afraid that he would soil them. Ling Jingxuan’s heart was sour and his smile was milder:
Don’t wait, surgery needs extreme Quiet, a little bit of noise will bother us. I am not only trying to save your friends, but also helping him to take off his broken arm. There can be no distraction. If you are really good for him, just follow my son. Let's go to rest, don't worry, I am also a farmer's child. The children used to live with me in the countryside. We are no different."
Only children who are sensible and self-respecting will be ashamed. Ling Jingxuan likes them very much, at least better than a lot of adults who are and fucking.
"But one"
"Don't be it, is it still a man? Go with me."
Without giving them the opportunity, the little buns stepped forward and talked to the boy and went outside. Ling Wentie’s baby smiled and took them away together, watching them disappear into the crowds coming and going. Ling Jingxuan followed Zhao Shan entered the operating room together, the shadowless lamp has been lit up, and the blood bag is constantly inputting blood into the child's body. Ling Jingxuan put on the special clothes for surgery, put on gloves and a mask.
"The incision is very flat. Fortunately, it is not cut shoulder-to-shoulder. Shanzi, you come to help the broken arm and see how I stitch it. I am afraid that there will be a lot of such operations in the future. You should master it as soon as possible."
After carefully looking at the wounds and broken arms that the child had cleaned, Ling Jingxuan raised his own medical kit and pulled out the things he needed later, including the steel nails he had never used. The mountain traveled for many years and was troubled. He has treated a lot of diseases and has done a lot of surgery. However, he has not done this kind of difficult surgery. He also wants to know if a person has been cut off, can he really connect, and then pick it up. How much can it be restored.
"let us start."
"Ok!"
After doing the preparatory work, Ling Jingxuan pulled a stool and sat down at the operating bed. Zhao Shan nodded and sent the broken arm. The master and the teacher gathered together to start this huge project.
"Ye school 尉..."
Outside the yard, the teenagers who were half-pushed and pulled out went out of the yard and saw Ye Ruyun walked over with Ling Jingpeng's help. The teenagers immediately surrounded the past, and Ling Wen Ling Wu and others also stepped up.
"I'm fine, don't worry, San Maozi... How?"
Seeing them, Ye Ruyun couldn't help but cry with tears. The first time I thought of the three hairs who had broken their arms in order to save him. The teenagers were excited. Ling Wen went forward: "He and Shanzi are giving him a pick. Arm surgery, little nephew don't have to worry, he never does a waste of time, since he said that he can pick it up, he will definitely be able to pick it up."
They all heard that the San Maozi was cut off from the arm to save the little sister-in-law, and they sincerely hope that he can recover.
"Ok!"
Ye Ruyun nodded with tears, and she also knew the big brother's temper. Since he said yes, it must be. She must believe in his medical skills and believe that San Maozi will be better.