Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 7: When food is cut off, can medicinal herbs be eaten as food?

"Do not talk."

"Breathe gently, you won't die, you won't die!"

Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth and tore off Master Tao's armor. The surrounding warriors also came forward and helped to tie up the arrow wound in Master Tao's chest with clothes.

Master Tao was already breathing weakly, with a dim light in his eyes, and he whispered: "Military merit, military merit, military merit..."

Zhang Yuan took out the blood-soaked linen roll and pressed it into Master Tao's hand.

"Yuping, Tao Yulin, accumulated merit at level eight, wish, wish..."

"I wish I could wear a Confucian robe, a blue shirt, a folding fan, and a gauze hat, and never dream of the Jianghu again..."

Mr. Tao's voice gradually became inaudible. Zhang Yuan knelt on the ground, his body slowly falling down, and darkness fell in front of him.

There was a noisy sound in my ears.

"The medical officer is here, and Vice Governor Zhao is here too."

"Hurry, this little brother can't hold on any longer. He's a good man and can't die."

……

"Monitoring the host's vital signs, Chaos has initiated autonomous repairs. This will consume two Qi and Blood beads and is expected to take two days."

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In Minamijo, Toyota Prefecture, a spacious courtyard was requisitioned as a camp for wounded soldiers.

Seven or eight medical officers covered in linen robes were moving back and forth beside the simple wooden couches. The strong smell of medicine and blood filled the yard, and low groans of pain could be heard everywhere.

"I, Tao Yulin, owe you my life."

Mr. Tao, lying on a wooden couch, looked pale, and the gauze wrapped around his body was stained bright red.

Although it was tragic, he managed to save his life.

On the side, Zhang Yuan was leaning on another wooden couch, his shoulders and waist also wrapped in layers of gauze.

Hearing Master Tao's words, Zhang Yuan grinned and chuckled, which moved his wound and made his eyes twitch.

This is what it feels like to be alive.

Three days ago, it was Zhao Changming, deputy commander of the Red Scale Army, who took action, used his innate true essence to protect Master Tao's heart meridian, and took out his own protective medicine to save Master Tao.

Even so, Master Tao's heart meridian was damaged and his martial arts were basically ruined.

Good news, he's still alive.

Bad news, Nancheng has been surrounded by the Yan army, and they don’t know how long they can survive.

Zhang Yuan's eyes fell on the long sword with a black sheath leaning against the edge of the bed.

This knife was given to him by Deputy Governor Zhao.

Deputy Governor Zhao has already ordered that the medical officers must focus on treating Zhang Yuan and Master Tao.

Most of Toyota County was lost, with only the southern city remaining. During the retreat, Zhang Yuan and Master Tao not only covered the rear, but also supported each other and came back alive.

It was a miracle that Zhang Yuan was able to retreat back to South City alive, carrying Master Tao on his back, under the control of a master of the innate realm.

Saving the two men and using them as examples would help boost the morale of the remaining soldiers.

Leaning on the bed, Zhang Yuan closed his eyes slightly, and a chaotic light curtain rose in his mind.

【Zhang Yuan】

Identity: Ninth-rank guard of Luyang Prefecture, Great Qin, recruited soldier of the Red Scale Army

Cultivation: Middle stage of the acquired realm, fourteen blood beads are required to upgrade

Martial Arts Training: Cloak Sword Skills are at Perfection and cannot be upgraded; Iron Armor Fist Skills are at Perfection and cannot be upgraded

Battle Formation: Canglang Formation Minor Success
Chaos Space: Three Qi and Blood Beads, Ten Perception Beads

Chaos Support: Not enabled

Originally, Zhang Yuan had more than three Qi and Blood beads, but when he activated Chaos to assist in the battle, and then Chaos automatically healed him, all of the Qi and Blood beads were consumed.

I don’t know if it can be considered a blessing in disguise, but my cultivation, which was originally restricted and unable to upgrade, quietly improved as my body recovered while I was recuperating from a serious injury.

This was similar to how one's cultivation level rapidly improved after a major battle. Zhang Yuan had two wounds on his body, one in the waist where a crossbow arrow had pierced it, but the injury was not serious.

The shoulder was pierced by an arrow from an innate master.

Fortunately, most of the damage from that arrow was borne by Master Tao, otherwise Zhang Yuan would have suffered damage to his heart and lungs, and even his meridians would have been shattered.

After Chaos Healing, the two wounds on Zhang Yuan's body seemed not to be fully healed, but in fact they were no longer serious.

Clenching his fists slightly, he could feel that his strength was close to a thousand pounds.

A force of a thousand pounds is not something that ordinary soldiers can possess.

In the army, with a thousand pounds of strength, he can be a squad leader.

Duan Hong, the battalion leader of Zhang Yuan's team, has a Qi and blood cultivation level of just over a thousand pounds.

"Master Tao, boy Zhang, are you recovering well?" A soldier in his early forties came over with a pottery jar. The aroma of meat wafted from a long distance away, making the wounded soldiers lying on the beds open their eyes and raise their heads.

The soldier's name was Chen Wuxiong. He was a servant in the Fengtian County government office. He was recruited into Zhang Yuan's battalion when defending the city.

Chen Wuxiong walked to the middle of the wooden couch between Zhang Yuan and Master Tao, placed the stacked ceramic bowls on the ground, and used a wooden spoon to scoop out two bowls of meat soup from the ceramic pot.

The broth was steaming, with a thick layer of oil swaying around, making Zhang Yuan and Master Tao, who hadn't seen meat oil in ages, salivate.

The smell of meat alone made the wounded soldiers on other beds sniff hard.

"The commander-in-chief killed his warhorse and cooked two large pots of hot soup. Our camp got two pots. Old Duan asked me to bring you half a pot."

Yu Lin, the commander-in-chief of the Red Scale Army, had a chestnut warhorse, which was said to be a reward he received in the imperial city's military competition. He always treated it as a treasure and personally took care of its food and fodder. Other soldiers were not allowed to touch it.

Unexpectedly, General Yu killed the warhorse.

"Did they really divide the meat into two cans?" Master Tao looked at the broth in the bowl and spoke softly.

Chen Wuxiong chuckled twice and handed the bowl to the two men.

"Eat quickly! You haven't had any oil or water in a while. If the soup gets cold, you'll have diarrhea," Chen Wuxiong grinned. "The women who wash the bedding in the garden hate to see you poop on the bed. They'll start to scold you."

There was something of a joke in these words, clearly an attempt to divert the attention of Zhang Yuan and Master Tao.

In fact, Zhang Yuan and Master Tao both knew that there were only a dozen people left in their battalion, and it was impossible for them to be given two cans of broth.

This large half jar must have been saved by Duan Hong and his friends.

The two of them were so greedy that they drank a whole earthenware bowl of meat and soup without even tasting it.

The two of them were laughing and Chen Wuxiong wiped his face and turned his head away.

The other wounded soldiers nearby showed envy on their faces, and those who were groaning seemed to have no strength left.

"It tastes good, doesn't it? Have another bowl."

Chen Wuxiong took the empty bowl from Zhang Yuan's hand, scooped up some broth with a smile, and handed it over.

Zhang Yuan looked around and then at the bowl in his hand.

If he eats as much as he wants, eight or ten bowls will just fill his teeth.

Not to mention that he hasn't eaten meat for so long, even those who practice martial arts, who doesn't have a big appetite?
"Is the camp short of food?" Zhang Yuan lowered his voice and looked at Chen Wuxiong.

Chen Wuxiong was stunned for a moment and nodded slightly.

"We retreated in a hurry and didn't bring any food or supplies."

"In fact, there is no more food in the city..."

Toyota City has been under siege for three months. Where is the food left?
This time the food supply is really cut off, otherwise the commander-in-chief would not be willing to kill his own warhorse.

Zhang Yuan would not have considered these things originally.

But after that dreamlike experience, I observed and understood the spiritual practice memories of many other people, and my mind became much clearer than before.

Many things suddenly became clear to me.

"Doctor Hu, you said there are still a lot of unused herbs, right?"

Holding the broth, Zhang Yuan looked at the medical officer who was changing the dressing of a wounded soldier not far away.

(End of this chapter)