Rebirth of a Female General

After carefully looking at Guo Jia, seeing that she was not injured, Yan Qing heaved a sigh of relief, smiled, and wiped away the blood and tears on her face with the handkerchief she stuffed into his hand.

"A little injury can't beat me."

Yan Qing saw that she had snatched the handkerchief from his hand and was rubbing it on her face indiscriminately. The more she tried to cover up but the more embarrassed she looked, she rubbed the top of her hair a little amusingly, trying to make her voice sound soft Some, "Don't worry."

Guo Jia wanted to take a look at her, but seeing her appearance, her eyes were so sore that she couldn't open them.

How can people feel at ease with this appearance?
But Yan Qing didn't notice anything, turned his head and asked Hong Zhuang, who was also covered in blood, about the casualties.

In fact, there is no need to ask, the only ones standing in the snow at this time are the five of them, Yan Qi and a few hidden guards.

In order to hurry, they didn't bring many soldiers with them when they set off from Jingcheng, and all of them were folded here at this time.

The guide who led the way was in trouble as soon as the sneak attack happened because he was leading the way.

The number of opponents was much more than they imagined, and Yan Qi didn't have enough people, so that at this time, except for Guo Jia, everyone else was injured.

"Master, there is a sheltered mountain in front, you can take shelter from the wind and snow for a while."

Yan Qichu walked up to Yan Qing with his sword in hand, and suggested with a frown, "Your injuries are not suitable for traveling."

Looking around at the wounded or disabled people, Yan Qing didn't think he was the most miserable among them, but he also knew that at this time, both himself and the people around him needed a chance to breathe.

"Lead the way."

After Yan Qing spoke, Yan Qi heaved a sigh of relief and went ahead to lead the way.

Hong Zhuang wanted to help Yan Qing, but Guo Jia and Qiu Sang took the position from left to right, so she didn't try to be brave.

On the other hand, Yan Qing seemed to be being held up, quite uncomfortable, but he couldn't hold back Guo Jia.

The few people supported each other and had just reached the sheltered mountain col when they heard horseshoes coming on the snow behind them.

The faces of the few people froze, Yan Qi and several hidden guards immediately protected Yan Qing and the others, and Hong Zhuang and Caiwei raised their swords to protect Yan Qing and Guo Jia behind them.

Yan Qing patted Guo Jia, signaling her to let go.

But Guo Jia didn't seem to feel it. Not only did she not let go, but she was pulled even tighter, as if she would disappear if she let go.

Yan Qing frowned, and the sound of horse's hooves came to his eyes on the crushed snow.

After seeing the person in front of them clearly, Yan Qing and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you still ride a horse?"

The visitor was sitting on the horse, holding the rein of another horse in his hand, which was the one that Yan Qing and the others ran away in fright, "This is not a place to stay for a long time, it is best to go to the post in front before it is dark .”

In fact, there was no chance for Yan Qing and the others to choose.

Almost as soon as the visitor finished speaking, he called the people behind him to help the wounded onto the horse, and rushed towards the nearest post house.

Passing through the place where the scuffle had just been fought, Guo Jia took a careful look, but saw that most of the corpses just now had been buried in snow.

Blood and horseshoes would not leave marks for long in such heavy snow.

Since Yan Qing and the others followed the shortest route and traveled day and night, they were not far from the next post house.

After riding the horse for only half an hour, we arrived at the gate of the post house.

Even though it wasn't long, the two hidden guards who were seriously injured failed to hold on and passed out.

Guo Jia glanced at their pale faces, and felt a sudden twitch in her heart. After reining in the horse in front of the post house, she suddenly realized that the person in her arms was silent.

Guo Jia was startled, and with trembling hands, he reached out and pressed Yan Qing's neck in shock and panic, the skin under his fingertips was icy cold.

Guo Jia's breathing was stagnant, and he increased the strength of his hand, only to feel a slight ups and downs under his fingertips.Her heart finally settled down a bit, but she still hangs.

Quickly turning over and getting off the horse, Guo Jia hurriedly supported Yan Qing, frantically trying to help her down, but was afraid that she would fall due to her lack of strength.

Just when she was about to call Caiwei to help, she stretched out a pair of thick and generous hands from the side.

Guo Jia was startled, and turned her head to see that it was the leader of the team who had come to meet them in the snow.

Guo Jia met him when he was in Jingcheng, he didn't seem to be one of Yan Qing's subordinates, but Yan Qing trusted him very much.

She remembered that this person was called Qin Muzhen.What doesn't match his delicate name is his tall and thick body.

Pulling the reins back a few steps to make way for Qin Muzhen, watching him carry Yan Qing off the horse, Guo Jia noticed that even though he lost consciousness, Yan Qing's gun was still in his hand.

The silver gun hit the horse's head when Yan Qing was carried off the horse, causing the horse to move restlessly.

Guo Jia immediately pulled back, but Yan Qing still fell down.

Qin Muzhen, who happened to catch Yan Qing, glanced at her hand holding the spear, and frowned fiercely.

Guo Jia, who was standing beside him, looked at his expression, feeling a little apprehensive, always feeling that this man was about to throw a tantrum in the next moment.

But he just pursed his lips, hugged Yan Qing horizontally without saying a word, and strode into the post house.

Behind him a man with a cross-body bag followed step by step, but Hong Zhuang and Yan Qi did not follow, but lagged behind.

Guo Jia was puzzled, but she didn't have time to think about it. She threw the reins to the people beside her, and then staggered along on the thick snow.

When she chased Qin Muzhen to the door of the room, the man with the shoulder bag was checking Yan Qing's pulse.

It's just that even if Yan Qing was lying on the bed, the gun was still in Yan Qing's hand.

It wasn't until she got closer that she realized that it wasn't that they didn't want to take off the spear, but that they couldn't and couldn't take it off at this time.

The most conspicuous thing on the hand that was red and purple from the cold was the torn scar on the tiger's mouth. Blood seeped into the palm and filled the dark lines on the gun barrel, freezing her hand and the gun together.

At this moment, let alone pulling the gun out of her hand, it would be difficult to break her fingers!

Guo Jia's eyes felt hot, she turned her head and was about to go out, but bumped into the posthouse servant who brought hot water.

Guo Jia took the water basin from him and brought it into the house and put it on the brazier to roast. Seeing Qin Muzhen's pulse-diagnosing person get up, he didn't care that the water was already half boiled. Clear the hand holding the gun.

It wasn't until the stiff hand was a little soft again that Guo Jia twisted the veil again, bit by bit to wipe away the blood clotted on her hand, and took the spear out of her hand.

As soon as he grabbed the spear, Guo Jia's wrist was so heavy that it was so heavy that he almost dropped the spear and smashed it to the ground.

Qin Muzhen, who came in with a medicine bowl, took the spear from her hand and put it in a corner, took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom and handed it to her, "This is frostbite ointment, please trouble Miss Guo to give it to her later Rub your hands."

Guo Jia nodded, supported Yan Qing to lean on her body, and wanted to take the medicine bowl in Qin Muzhen's hand, but he dodged it.

"I have to ask you to help me lift her head up a little bit."