One Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty-Nine: Defeating Nieliang, Attacking Yang Tao, and Pointing at the World (107)

In the end, less than half of the original people were willing to stay.

This is still a situation where some people have concerns, worried that Yan Lin's words are testing their loyalty, and if they say they want to leave, they will be killed. If there is no such worry, it will be great if the last remaining people can have one-third of the original number. Yan Lin didn't say anything when he saw this, he took off his valuables and handed them to the centurion among them, and asked the centurion to pawn the things in exchange for silver taels, which should be treated as rations for the demobilized army.

The centurion tremblingly took the jade pendant, jade piccolo and some golden nudes from Yan Lin, tears rolled down his eyes.

They gave Yan Lin a big gift, and choked up words of blessing.

Yan Lin let out a long sigh, and sent someone to push the prepared bamboo raft into the water. At this time, the night was dark, and it was a good time to escape.

However, the road to escape was not so smooth. The first problem everyone encountered was that Yan Lin was ill. The festering and inflamed wound gave off a stench, and he had a persistent high fever. In order to escape smoothly, Yan Lin has not rested for the past few days, ignoring his own body. He had a low-grade fever the evening before yesterday, and after so long a delay, the wound became more and more serious. The soldiers could only look anxiously, there was nothing they could do.

The wounds are too large, there is no symptomatic medicine, the mountains are humid and hot, and there is no self-cultivation after running for life for several days... All the conditions are extremely harsh, and it is expected to fall ill. The temperature on the river surface at night is low, one cold and one hot, exacerbating the deterioration of the condition.

The soldier on the same bamboo raft raised his hand to wipe Yan Lin's forehead, and was startled by the body temperature as soon as he touched it.

"It's okay——" Yan Lin looked a little slack, but still insisted, "According to the plan, don't waste time."

He dismissed the soldiers who didn't want to follow them away. After these soldiers went down the mountain, they would be caught by the following Fuwang army. After a little interrogation, they could find out the whereabouts of Yan Lin and the others. How can the speed of bamboo rafts be compared with that of warships? If they don't hurry up, they won't be able to escape.

In fact, Yan Lin could also put an end to this hidden danger by killing all the soldiers who tried to leave as the soldiers were worried about.

Didn't do this, not because Yan Lin was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to do it, but because there was no need for it.

The remaining remnants of the army are very depleted. If they continue to violently kill the soldiers, these hundreds of people will also be in chaos.

"Military Master, your forehead is very hot, it won't be—"

General Pi silently swallowed back the remaining words.

If he ignored it, Yan Lin would either be burned into a fool or die.

Of course, it is also possible to turn into pneumonia, but there is no such saying in this era.

There was no response to General Pi's words, because Yan Lin couldn't bear the protest of his body and his dizzy mind and passed out.

Even in a coma, he could feel that he was placed in the stove for a while, shivering all over when he was thrown into the ice cellar for a while, and felt that his body was thrown heavily into the deep sea, sinking continuously, and the surroundings became darker and darker... His consciousness became more and more confused, and the general's call was more like a faint whisper from the distant sky, no matter how concentrated he was, he still couldn't hear it clearly.

On the other hand, General Pi saw that Yan Lin's situation was getting worse and worse, so he had to grit his teeth and make a decision.

He asked the remaining soldiers to go to the planned place with the bamboo raft first. If they were lucky, they might be rescued.

A soldier hesitated and said, "If you meet the enemy..."

General Pi gritted his teeth and said, "Then surrender, I guess the lord and the military advisor won't blame you."

They have tried their best, but fate refuses to fulfill it.

There is still a way for these wounded soldiers to survive. If they resist, they will lose more than a hundred lives in vain!

The soldier asked again, "The general now..."

General Pi said, "The military commander is seriously injured and has a high fever. He needs to go to the shore as soon as possible to find a doctor."

The soldier felt that something was wrong, and if he managed to escape here, if he stayed to seek medical treatment, his identity might be exposed.

General Pi also knew this truth, but he knew even more that if Yan Lin died, they would face the furious lord when they went back. In addition--it would be too worthless for someone like a military adviser to die here.

If God had eyes, he would definitely be able to save the day.

Pi will plan to fight.

No matter how bad the result was, could it be worse than Yan Lin's death and his own death in battle?

"Try it, there is still hope!"

General Pi supported Yan Lin on a bamboo raft and led Yan Lin away from the main force. His future was bleak, and only the remaining obsession in his heart supported him to go on.

After paddling for an unknown amount of time, General Pi finally brought Yan Lin to the shore, and there was a small fishing village in front of him.

General Pi said silently in his heart, "I hope there is a doctor, even if it is a barefoot quack!"

Although he knew that this possibility was unlikely, he believed that God must have eyes!

The fishing village is small in size, with only 30 households and nearly 100 fishermen.

Because there are no recreational activities and lamp oil is expensive, most people work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

It was an ugly time, and the fishing village was shrouded in darkness.

In order to prevent his identity from being exposed, General Pi took off the bamboo raft and the armor on the two of them and hid them in the reeds, carrying Yan Lin into the village.

"Is anyone there? Is there a doctor in the village?"

General Pi patted on the doors of several houses. Either there was no one there, or he was scolded, and the timid ones just pretended to be dead.

"have--"

Pi tried one by one, and when he reached the seventh house—that is, the house near the edge of the village, the owner's house opened the door.

It was very dark at night, but one could vaguely recognize the host as a little girl with a short stature.

The other party glanced at them, and said angrily, "Come in, don't knock on the door, be careful that the villagers will get angry and copy things and kill you two."

General Pi stood at the door and dared not go in.

The little lady turned around and lit an oil lamp, and asked, "Why don't you come in?"

Pi Jiang blinked, and secretly grasped the dagger hidden in his sleeve.

"Isn't the person on your back sick?" the little lady said, "I'm a doctor."

General Pi looked surprised, how did this little lady know that he was looking for a doctor?

The little lady said angrily, "Are you stupid? Just now I went door-to-door and knocked and howled and cried. I'm not deaf."

With a bang, General Pi's face turned red, thankfully his skin is darker, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

"Many, thank you doctor!"

General Pi quickly came in with Yan Lin on his back, and laid him flat on an old bamboo mat.

The little lady didn't talk nonsense, and lit several oil lamps in succession, barely able to see the patient's condition clearly.

Yan Lin was too busy to take care of himself these few days, his temples were disheveled, his face was stained, and he couldn't see his original appearance.

However, the little lady could still see that his outline and eyebrows were very good, and he must be a handsome guy after washing.

"This kid looks really promising, but it's a pity he's a soldier."

The general said, "What's wrong with being a soldier?"

The little lady raised her hand and took off Yan Lin's shirt, pointing to the wound and said, "What do you think is wrong with the profession with the head hanging on the waistband?"

Assistant General: "..."

Why does this person take off his military division clothes when he disagrees with him?

Is this still my daughter's house?