General, your wife has gone to deliver another calf for your horse.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Li wailed uncontrollably: "My son! My son, wake up! There's definitely still hope for my son."

She saw Jiang Nuanzhi clinging to her as if she were a lifeline.

"Dr. Jiang, Dr. Jiang, you must save my son, please save him."

"Auntie, let go of me! How can I save him if you hold me like this?" Jiang Nuanzhi pushed away Aunt Li's hand and squatted down to check Li Zhuzi's wound. Clearly, the group had tried to tie a cloth over the wound to stop the bleeding, but it wouldn't stop. Even more horrifying, his leg was also turning bluish-purple; obviously, the knives these people used were poisoned.

"Fatty, I'll give you any amount of money, please save him, please save him! He's our only son!"

"Shut up, he's not dead yet." Jiang Nuanzhi sneered, "Auntie, quickly start a fire, grab a coat and wrap him up first!"

Then, he immediately took out silver needles, quickly sealed the acupoints, took anesthetic powder from the medicine box and sprinkled it on, then took a needle and thread, and began to suture his half-broken carotid artery with his lips pursed.

"How...how is this possible?" Wu Banxian was one-eyed, with a long wound on his blind eye that stretched across half his face. His remaining cloudy old eye stared at Jiang Nuanzhi, his expression one of utter astonishment.

"The bleeding has stopped, it's stopped!" Aunt Li took off her own clothes and wrapped them tightly around her son. Her hands trembled as she tried to start a fire with a flint and steel. She tried several times to burn the clothes she had torn off, but failed.

The next second, a tinderbox was handed over.

Li Rong handed the tinderbox to Aunt Li and ordered with a cold expression, "Go and get some firewood quickly."

Then, he left one person to protect Jiang Nuanzhi, while he and his men immediately went forward to help.

"Grandpa Jing, why are these people so difficult to deal with today?"

Ahead, Ping'er looked grim, the dagger Jiang Nuanzhi had given him already stained with blood.

The old man narrowed his eyes, his tone cold: "These aren't refugees at all! They're probably here for our house today!"

After saying that, he pulled Ping'er behind him and said, "You little rascal, you've got some nerve. Hurry up and go back to protect your mother and your younger siblings."

Ping'er's expression was cold: "Father is back, everything will be alright at home. I'll be here to help you!"

The old man said nothing, and with a swift stroke, he killed the two men. He narrowed his eyes, realizing that these people were so slippery that he rarely had the chance to use poison.

"careful!"

As he spoke, he saw the village boy who had come to help get stabbed in the stomach. His pupils shrank instantly, and he lunged forward, tearing the boy to shreds.

A pungent, salty stench instantly filled the air, mingled with heart-wrenching screams. It was like a scene from hell. The old man's chilling voice seemed to echo in their ears: "Anyone who dares to take a step forward shall die!"

Clearly, this scene intimidated the people on the other side.

"Damn it, you've hurt over a dozen of my brothers! You, go back and get some reinforcements. I refuse to believe we can't get rid of this piece of meat today!"

A burly man spat, "That bitch, she must be lying to us! Isn't this family only for the elderly, women, and children? When we get back, I'll skin her alive!"

"Halt!" a thin, middle-aged man said coldly. He wore a tiger-skin hat and had triangular eyes that sent chills down one's spine. His gaze fell on Li Rong and his group opposite him, and he finally said coldly, "Give the order to retreat!"

"Brother!" The burly man clenched his fists. "Going back like this? Are you a coward?!"

"Now, let's plan this carefully. Hear my command, retreat!"

Upon hearing this, the burly man spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Fine, let them retreat! I'll kill them sooner or later!"

The next second, with a whoosh, perhaps ingrained by years of life-or-death experience, the man instinctively tilted his head to avoid the arrow. Then, a sharp pain shot through his ear. An arrow had pierced through it, hurtling towards the snow-covered ground ahead. The burly man's eyes bloodshot, a chill creeping through his body. He turned back in terror, and in the distant snow and mist, a figure was nocking a bow once more.

"Brother, watch out! There are arrows coming from the other side!"

The next second, his pupils shrank: "Fourth brother!"

Beside him, on the head of a tall horse, a young man fell directly to the ground in the snow. An arrow had struck him squarely in the chest.

"Damn it, I'll fight him to the death!"

"Stop right there, move along!" the leading man sneered again.

The burly man's eyes were bloodshot, and finally, his face filled with hatred, he fled in panic. "They're scared! After them!"

"No need to chase."

Li Rong put away his bow and arrows, frowning as he surveyed his surroundings: "The snowy terrain is dangerous, and we don't know the enemy's strength. Stay and protect the village."

Then, he glanced at Ping'er and, seeing that he had no wounds, breathed a sigh of relief before turning to look at the old man.

"Old man, who do you think these people are?"

The old man glanced at Li Rong and punched him hard: "You little brat, you've come back just in time!"

Then, he glanced into the distance and said, "You've been in the camp for many years, so you know these people's ways better than I do. But I don't know about the few who are just taking advantage of the situation." With that, he gestured with his chin toward a corpse.

Li Rong's expression was also grim; he had clearly noticed that these people were well-trained and likely not ordinary individuals. He then personally went to the corpse the old man had pointed to and examined it. After getting up, he shook his head.

"There were no marks on his body, but he looked like someone from the capital."

The old man sighed softly, "Who cares where they're from? If they dare to come, just kill them."

"Oh dear, I'm exhausted! Ah Nuan, Ah Nuan, I want hot pot! I want two big boxes of meat!!"

As he spoke, he swayed and walked back.

"General, you're back?"

As Li Rong frowned in thought, he heard this sentence.

He subconsciously turned around and saw Xin Bo wiping the blood from his face, laughing heartily. He knelt down in front of him with a thud: "General, this humble general has lived up to your expectations. The barbarians have retreated, and Yuguan has been recaptured!"

Li Rong was stunned for a moment, then her pupils shrank, and she immediately supported Uncle Xin: "Uncle Xin, what did you say?"

"General, what's wrong? I'm Ah Xin. Why are you still calling me Uncle Xin?"

Xinbo looked at Li Rong with admiration, his smile exceptionally bright.

Li Rong's eyes reddened instantly: "Uncle Xin, it's me, A Rong."

Yuguan Pass was already reclaimed when my father was a general.

"Are you confused? Isn't Arong right there?" Xinbo pointed at Ping'er with a smile.

"Grandpa Xin, I am Ping'er."

Ping'er stepped forward to support Xin Bo.

"Ping'er?" Xin Bo asked, puzzled. "Who is Ping'er?"

"Well, his madness has flared up again!" The old man saw this and immediately chopped at him with a chop.

Everyone stared at Xin Bo. Li Rong pursed his lips repeatedly, finally letting out a sigh. He wanted to help the man up.

"Why is the general sighing? Aren't you happy that we've recaptured Yuguan?" Xinbo asked, scratching his neck in confusion.

Everyone: ".?"

The old man blinked awkwardly twice, glanced at his hands, and said, "This old fellow's skill has improved. I guess I'll need to use a bit more force."

The next second, just as he was about to take another look, Li Rong immediately stopped him: "No need for you to trouble yourself, let A Nuan take a look instead."

"Yes, Ah Nuan, Ah Nuan, I want to eat hot pot!" Upon hearing this, the old man immediately ran towards Jiang Nuanzhi.

Jiang Nuanzhi had already treated Li Zhuzi's wounds and let him rest. She was helping someone stuff the protruding intestines back in when she saw the expectant little old man suddenly approaching. She couldn't help but twitch her lips. (End of Chapter)