The female prisoner was fierce

Inside the thatched hut, Chu Yiran was leading the female medical soldiers in treating the wounds of Bai Huatong and her seven wounded soldiers.

A young soldier with two missing fingers stared wide-eyed at the needle and thread in Chu Yiran's hand, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

Beside him, a squad leader with a knife wound in his abdomen was staring in disbelief at the half-stitched wound on his stomach, his lips trembling, whether from pain or fear, it was hard to tell.

"This...this young lady."

The young soldier with the severed finger swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he looked at Chu Yiran, who was stitching up his wound.

"Is this needle and thread for sewing clothes or for sewing flesh?"

Without even raising her head, Chu Yiran steadily pierced the skin and flesh at the edge of the wound, answering:

"This is cotton thread, disinfected with strong liquor, it's very clean."

"By the way, don't move around. If you move, you'll tear the wound open and we'll have to stitch it up again."

The soldier winced in pain, but gritted his teeth and didn't cry out, only continuing to answer:

"Okay, okay, I won't move."

Otherwise, having to stitch it up again would be too painful!

Watching Chu Yiran stitch her own flesh, her technique was as skilled as a village aunt sewing patches, only the stitches weren't as neat.

but!

The needle and thread sewn into the flesh was enough to make one's scalp tingle just by looking at it.

"This young lady."

Bai Huatong, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but ask:

"Where did you learn your medical skills? Could you tell me?"

"To be honest, I have been in the army for more than four years and have seen many medical skills of soldiers, but I have never seen anyone sew up a wound with a needle and thread."

Chu Yiran still didn't look up, her hands continuing their work, as she answered:

"It was Lord Xiao who taught me that the wound heals faster after being stitched up, and the strong liquor also makes it less likely to become infected."

It was taught by Lord Xiao!

Upon hearing these words, Bai Huatong was momentarily stunned.

In his mind, he pictured Xiao Jianyang killing people without hesitation and using all sorts of ruthless methods to kill the Northern Di cavalry.

It's really hard to connect it with medical skills and saving lives.

That's why it's even more shocking:

"That Xiao Zhuangshi, who's a master at training troops, actually knows medicine?!"

"And it's this kind of unheard-of medical technique?!"

I seriously doubt if I misheard!

In fact, when he first heard Xiao Jianyang talk about "medical remedies," he thought it was just a few women who knew a little about herbs.

But now that I see it with my own eyes, she's hardly a woman who knows anything about herbs.

Sew up the wound with needle and thread, wash it with strong liquor, and then use herbal remedies as needed.

He had never seen these methods used by the veteran doctors in the border army who had served for more than 20 years.

In an instant, that thought grew stronger and stronger in my mind!

This Xiao Jianyang is definitely not an ordinary person!!

He was proficient in everything from training troops and deploying formations to medicine.

Moreover, each of them was not just ordinary expertise, but the kind of expertise that even he, a border army adjutant, couldn't understand.

"Who exactly is he?"

"A reclusive master?"

Bai Huatong racked his brains, but after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't come up with a solution.

In the end, I could only keep this problem to myself.

Regardless of who Xiao Jianyang is, at least for now, he is a friend, not an enemy, and that's enough!

Inside the thatched hut, Chu Yiran had finished stitching up a cut on one arm and turned to clean an arrow wound on another wounded soldier.

The wounded soldier had been shot in the shoulder with an arrow. The arrowhead had been removed, but the edges of the wound were already red and swollen, with faint signs of suppuration.

Chu Yiran frowned, then decisively picked up the earthenware jar containing strong liquor and poured it onto the wound.

"ah!!"

Immediately, the wounded soldier let out a pig-like scream, and almost jumped off the bed.

"Hold him down."

Chu Yiran spoke calmly.

Immediately, two men from the Xiao family army who were accompanying him stepped forward and pinned him down on either side.

Then, Chu Yiran picked up a clean linen cloth and vigorously wiped away the rotten flesh from the edges of the wound, before pouring another glass of strong liquor.

The wounded soldier was sweating profusely from the pain, biting on a wooden stick, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"alright."

Chu Yiran put down the pottery jar, picked up her needle and thread, and began to suture the wound:

"Remember, the wound must not get wet. Wipe it with strong liquor once a day and change the bandage once a day. I will remove the stitches after three days depending on the situation."

When using her medical skills to save lives, Chu Yiran seemed to transform from that self-conscious girl into a cold and ruthless doctor.

But in reality, they were forced into it.

Having dealt with so many wounded these past few days, I've become accustomed to it all, so I have to force myself to be cold-blooded.

but.

The sight sent chills down the spines of the remaining soldiers nearby, who instinctively took a half-step back.

But it's no use; the pain will come sooner or later anyway.

Bai Huatong stared intently at Chu Yiran's technique the entire time, his eyes never blinking.

He wanted to memorize this technique.

Although it looks scary, the effect speaks for itself.

The soldier with the knife wound on his arm had his bleeding stopped immediately after the stitches were done, and the edges of the wound healed neatly, which looked much better than the haphazard bandaging they usually did.

"You must learn this method; it will be of great use in future military campaigns."

Bai Huatong thought to himself.

……

At the same time.

Yanbei City is located dozens of miles away from Table Mountain.

At the city gate, a troop of Northern Di cavalry was slowly entering the city.

The leader was the same burly man with a bushy beard who had been routed by Xiao Jianyang and his team at the foot of Table Mountain during the day.

At this moment, he was still wearing the blood-stained leather coat, and a dirty burlap sack was wrapped around his left arm, with traces of blood seeping out.

The cavalrymen behind him were also in a sorry state, some with strips of cloth wrapped around their heads, and others with their arms in slings.

When they entered the city, the Northern Di soldiers guarding the gate were stunned by their appearance.

Ignoring the stares, the burly man with the bushy beard dismounted, tossed the reins to his men, and strode toward the government office in the city center.

At the entrance of the government office, several leaders of the Northern Barbarian tribes were talking to each other.

Seeing his appearance, one of the leaders became curious and asked in the Northern Di language:

"Baturu Warrior, what's wrong with you?"

The burly, bearded man, Baturu, gritted his teeth:

"Don't even mention it, it's all those damned two-legged sheep's fault."

"By the way, where is General Yelü?"

The other party replied:

"It's inside."

Baturu:

"it is good."

Without saying another word, he immediately walked inside.

In the main hall of the intelligence office, where Yang Huaizhong used to work, the place had now been converted into the central command tent of the Northern Di people.

Animal hides were laid on the floor, scimitars and bows hung on the walls, and charcoal burned in the brazier in the center, making the whole hall warm and cozy.

A tall, burly general from the Northern Di was sitting on a tiger-skin chair.

He was holding a military order document in his hand, looking at it with a frown.

His name was Yelü Deguang, and he was the commander-in-chief of the attack on Yanbei City, leading more than 3,000 elite cavalrymen from the Northern Barbarians.

At this moment, Baturu entered.

Upon seeing the other person, he immediately knelt down on the ground with a thud.

Then tears and snot streamed down her face, and she cried so hard it was heartbreaking:

"General! General, you must do justice for your subordinate!"

Yelü Deguang put down the military order and frowned as he looked at his beloved general:

"Baturu, didn't you go after those fleeing southern barbarians? What happened to you, and you're in this state?"

Baturu knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and said:

"General, my men chased those southern barbarians all the way to the foot of a mountain. We were about to slaughter all those two-legged sheep when suddenly a force of several hundred men appeared from the mountain!"

"They were lying in ambush!"

"My subordinates were caught off guard and fell into their trap, losing more than thirty brothers. We barely managed to fight our way back!"

As he spoke, he abruptly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, revealing the still-bleeding knife wound:

"General, look! My arm almost got killed there!"

Yelü Deguang glanced at the wound on his arm, then frowned:

"Several hundred people?"

"What kind of several hundred people?"

Baturu immediately said:

"They're all elite soldiers! Every single one of them is clad in armor and armed with dozens of powerful crossbows. Those crossbows are terrifyingly powerful; they can pierce leather armor from sixty paces away, and a single arrow can even pierce right through a person's bones!"

"And their swordsmanship is so insidious and ruthless, always aiming for vital points!"

"In my opinion, that place is most likely a secret border military stronghold of the Great Wu, where many elite soldiers are definitely hiding, waiting to stab us in the back!"

Yelü Deguang's eyes were sharp, but he remained silent.

Instead, he stared at Baturu for a long time, making Baturu feel uneasy.

"Baturu".

After a long while, Yelü Deguang finally spoke, his tone calm:

How many people did you take with you?

Baturu was stunned for a moment:

"More than fifty riders."

How many people are on the other side?

"Several hundred..."

"An ambush set up by several hundred elite soldiers only killed thirty-odd warriors of my Northern Di, and you even managed to break through the encirclement with a dozen or so warriors and escape. Do you really think this general is so easily fooled?"