The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 284: The Drunk Lying on the Battlefield Lord Grim (21)
Both Xue Zhan and Cen Mu were helpless, remembering the business, Xue Zhan said: "By the way, I came to invite Mr. Cen late at night, and I also want to trouble you."

Cen Mu asked, "What, is someone injured?"

Xue Zhan looked serious, "Yes, a village not far outside the customs is often harassed by Mobei. This year there are natural disasters everywhere, and Mobei has no food, so they come to rob the people. Two more soldiers we sent were hit by that kind of weapon , embedded in the flesh, the military doctors dare not do it.”

Cen Mu nodded, thinking of Xie Zhangjun's fair skin and strong chest in a trance.

His breath was stagnant, and he clenched his hands into fists behind his back, "I will try my best."

"Mr. Trouble."

Cen Mu went back to the camp, packed the medical box and followed Xue Zhan.

The military doctor who took care of the wounded obviously did not expect that Xue Zhan would come in person, and was at a loss for a while.

"Xue Shuai!" There are not many military doctors in the barracks, and there are only a few who fight.

It was only then that Cen Mu realized that Haozi was not by his side, but it didn't matter, someone would help Cen Mu to deliver medicine and boil hot water.

Xue Zhan doesn't have much airs. Compared with Xie Zhangjun, he is much closer to the people.Although he didn't come down much, a soldier of this level would at most take a look at him from afar.

Cen Mu lowered his head to check their injuries. The weapons were strange, like arrows but not like arrows. They were not as long as crossbow arrows, but only the size of small stones.

The design is very ingenious, with thorns all around, once hit, it will penetrate into the flesh, and there is no technique that cannot be pulled out.Even if you have the skills, you have to lose a layer of meat when you take it out.

Xue Zhan knew it was tricky, and said to Cen Mu: "There are not many such weapons in Mobei. They seem to have popped out of something. They are very similar to the slingshots we played when we were young. But they have a long range and strong lethality. They should have three in their hands. , I don’t know how many weapons that penetrate into the flesh.”

Cen Mu frowned, gestured a few times with the knife, and seemed to be thinking about where to start.

Cen Mu asked: "Did you find out the source of the thing?"

Xue Zhan said: "I sent someone to check, and it was Mobei who went west and bought it in cooperation with the merchants over there. According to the spy report, the things are bought too slowly, and they probably don't have much in stock."

Cen Mu took out a porcelain bottle from the medical box, first put it under the wounded soldier's nose and shook it, then poured it out and smeared it around the upper wound.

With his hands busy, Cen Mu said, "Go up and ask for instructions, send someone to negotiate with the Persian Western Region? Tell them not to sell things like Mobei?"

Xue Zhan shook his head, "We can't interfere with free trade. What's more, even if they can intervene, it's futile for them to buy and sell. It's just that Mobei's method of obtaining things is more difficult, and it's not that they can't get them."

Cen Mu nodded, saying this is the reason.As for matters between countries, he can't say much about the truth as a commoner, he can say what he thinks, and it's not up to him whether it can be done or not.After explaining it clearly, he understood and couldn't care less.

He didn't say much, and reminded the two military doctors, "You watch."

The candlelight moved into Cen Mu, and the two military doctors dared not take a breath, staring at Cen Mu's hand intently.

Cen Mu used the Mafei powder made by Yaowanggu, and the wounded soldier fainted quickly.His hands were steady, his eyes were quick and his hands were quick to cut open the flesh, and he quickly picked out that strange weapon.

The two onlookers were stunned, they didn't see how Cen Mu did it.

Cen Mu put down the knife, ordered them to deal with the next wound, picked up the bent iron by himself, and frowned.

This thing is really weird.

(End of this chapter)