I was a swordsman in ancient Japan

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First Army Camp

It kept snowing.

After finishing a bunch of trivial military affairs in the commander's tent, Sheng Tianmu, holding the saber at his waist, lifted the curtain of the tent, and went outside to breathe the cold and fresh air.

There are almost no recreational activities in the barracks, no wine, no women, no singing and dancing, the only way for Sheng Tianmu to relax his body and mind is to look at the surrounding snow scene and breathe in the fresh air.

The weather tonight is not very good. Since the evening, the wind and snow have been blowing, and the wind and snow have not stopped until now.

Sheng Tianmu didn't open an umbrella or wear a bamboo hat, just exposed his body to the wind and snow, and let the snowflakes fall on his armor and his bald scalp because of his Tsukidai head.

Sheng Tianmu stood outside the tent with his hand, looking at the mountains in the distance.

The mountains in the distance are dark under the cover of night, like a dormant monster.

"This snow is really annoying..." Sheng Tianmu muttered while raising his right palm to catch several snowflakes.

What Sheng Tianmu hates most now is snowy days.Once it snows, it will have a great impact on the various actions of the army.

I prayed secretly in my heart, praying: After the weather will be clearer in the future, Sheng Tianmu turned around and prepared to return to his tent.

But at this moment, a general waiter rushed to Sheng Tianmu eagerly.

Seeing this, Sheng Tianmu knew that there should be something important to report, so he frowned slightly, stood where he was, and waited quietly for the general to come over.

"Sheng... ha... Sheng Tianmu... ha... my lord." After running to the front and back of Sheng Tianmu, the general attendant ran too fast and exerted too much energy, and his breathing was extremely disordered, and he was out of breath.

But even so, the attendant still resisted the disordered breathing, and tried his best to say something that made Sheng Tianmu's eyes go round:

"Mogami-sama...ha...he's back...he...was seriously injured...ha...his chest...was hit by an iron cannon...!"

As soon as the servant's voice fell, Sheng Tianmu felt as if his head had been hit hard by some sledgehammer.

But after all, he is a general who is used to wind and waves, he quickly stabilized his mind, and asked in a deep voice:

"Where is he now?"

The General Attendant, whose breathing was a little smoother, was able to finish a sentence relatively smoothly: "Mogami-sama is now...ha...he is receiving treatment at the military doctor. The treatment should have started now."

"Take me there."

"Yes!"

The General Attendant led Sheng Tianmu to a corner of the camp, and led Sheng Tianmu to an unremarkable camp tent. After lifting the curtain at the entrance of the tent, Sheng Tianmu saw his nephew who was lying on a wooden board.

All the clothes on the upper body have now been peeled off, revealing the strong and bloody upper body.

There is a conspicuous blood hole in the chest, and fresh blood keeps gushing out from the blood hole, dyeing most of the upper body red, which makes Sheng Tianmu only feel shocking.

Several people dressed as military doctors surrounded Mogami, treating Mogami.

"How is he?" Sheng Tianmu asked the oldest military doctor.

Although he tried his best to conceal it, there was still a bit of anxiety in the depths of Sheng Tianmu's pupils.

"Mogami-sama was hit in the chest by an iron cannon, and is now in a coma." The military doctor said, "His armor blocked the bullet, so the wound is not very deep, and no internal organs were injured."

"But even if the wound is not deep, there is a possibility of being poisoned by lead poisoning."

"So whether Master Mogami can survive... depends on his luck..."

Sheng Tianmu's face, which was already ugly, became even more ugly now, and his face was so dark that even if it was illuminated by candlelight, it would not be illuminated.

The musket pellets of this era were lead bullets made of lead.

Many people who were hit by lead bullets were not killed, but were poisoned to death by "lead poisoning".

However, the level of medical skills in this era is far from being able to treat "lead poisoning".

Therefore, if you get "lead poisoning", you will basically die.

Looking at Mogami, who is in a coma and still uncertain about his life or death, Sheng Tianmu took several deep breaths, managed to control his emotions, then turned his head, and cut his sharp eyes to the general who was in charge of leading him just now .

"How many soldiers went back to camp with Mogami?"

"There are seven people in total." The General Attendant replied.

"Take them all to the commander's camp." Sheng Tianmu said in an unquestionable tone.

"Yes!"

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The hunting lodge where Ogata and the others lived

Ever since Ogata carried A-Ming back, Aizan's feet and hands never stopped.

He went back and forth between the hunting lodge and the river that Ah-Machi had just fetched, fetching clean water and cooking it over fire.

Aizan was in charge of fetching water, while Ahili was in charge of assisting Ogata, helping Ogata to illuminate, and helping to wipe off the sweat from Ogata's face and the blood from A-Ming's body.

As for Ogata, with the assistance of Ashley, he was treating A-Ming.

Since traveling to the Edo period to the present, Ogata has suffered countless injuries, frequent injuries and treatments, so that Ogata has mastered some simple wound healing methods and the knowledge of medicines unconsciously. Know which medicines are specially used to reduce inflammation, know which medicines are specially used to treat sword wounds.

There were 2 wounds on A-cho, both of which were concentrated on her left collarbone.

One of the wounds was a cut, and the other was a stab wound by Mogami Omachi when he pushed him against a tree trunk.

Fortunately, the two injuries did not hit the vitals, and the wounds were not particularly deep. Even a person like Ogata who has only a little superficial medical skills can treat such injuries.

Last year, when they left Edo and headed north to Ezo, Ogata and Atachi spent a lot of money to purchase a large amount of practical medicines, and then carried them with them all the time.

At this moment, these medicines purchased just in case finally came in handy.

The treatment for A-Ming lasted from about 6:8 p.m. to nearly [-]:[-] p.m.

After wrapping Ogata's wound with the sackcloth used to stop the bleeding and tied it with a beautiful knot, Ahiri, who had been staying next to Ogata to help Ogata, said anxiously to Ogata in an impatient tone:

"Is the treatment over? Ainu"

In the current environment, even if he couldn't understand Ainu, Ogata could guess what Ahili was talking about.

"Yeah." Ogata nodded, "The treatment is over."

After finishing speaking, Ogata raised his right hand and touched the slightly hot forehead of A-Machi.

Feeling the temperature transmitted to his palm, Ogata's expression remained unchanged, but his left hand, which was naturally placed on his lap, was slowly clenched tightly.

After putting away the right hand that was testing A-Machi's body temperature, Ogata looked down at A-Machi whose eyes were still closed.

The rosy cheeks that were always full of vitality were now photographably pale.

The upper body is covered with hemostatic sackcloth, which looks very much like an ancient Egyptian mummy.

Her exposed skin was still beading with sweat.

A-cho, who had been smiling at him a few hours ago, is now wrapped in sackcloth and unconscious.

Ogata couldn't help but raised his hand to gently hold A-Ming's little cold hand.

The wind and snow outside the hut were blowing "whoosh".

Looking at the comatose A-Machi in front of him, Ogata suddenly felt that the scene in front of him seemed to be changing.

The hunting lodge in front of me turned into the Sakakibara Sword House that night one and a half years ago...

The A-cho in front of him turned into the unrepentant corpses he saw that night...

The sound of wind and snow that came to Ogata's ears from outside the hunting lodge has also turned into words hidden deep in Ogata's mind, but still ringing in his ears...

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"Wait for Huang Quan... I don't know what expression I should use to face everyone..."

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"Ogata-kun... are you there? I can't see..."

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"Ogata-kun... are you hugging me...? Thank you..."

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"Mr. Mashima! How is Ms. Atachi?" At this moment, Aizan's voice suddenly entered Ogata's ears, and these words, which were like hallucinations, dissipated suddenly.

Aizan knew that it was not very convenient for him to enter now, so he stayed outside the house obediently, and asked Ogata about A-cho's current situation through the hunting lodge.

"The treatment is over." Ogata took off his haori and covered A-Machi, "The treatment went well, and A-Machi is in a stable condition now."

"Really...that's good...then Mr. Mashima, what should we do with this man?" Aizan turned his head and looked at the man in the suit who had been obediently kneeling near the hunting lodge since just now, letting the wind and snow blow on him. Kazuto in armor.

This Kazuto wearing armor is none other than Sakaguchi who was captured by Ogata.

When Ogata entered the hunting lodge for treatment with his back on his back, he only gave Sakaguchi an order to "sit obediently".

Sakaguchi, who already regarded Ogata as the incarnation of ghosts and gods, now obeys Ogata's words, obediently sitting on the ground not far from the hunting lodge, letting the wind and snow blow on him, not daring to move.

"...I will deal with this person right away."

call!

The sound of wind and snow outside the house further intensified, as if there were countless ghosts howling and moaning there.

After responding to Aizan's question in a calm tone, Ogata turned his gaze back to A-Machi's face.

Looking at Machi's pale face, Oo was expressionless.

The only sound in the hut was the breathing of Ogata and the others, and the sound of the oil lamp burning fish oil.

Ahili inside the room wringed his fingers anxiously, Aizan outside the room was the same as Ahili, not knowing what to do and what to say now...

The two of them now have countless questions to ask Ogata.

What happened to the two of them?Why did Machi-san get hurt like this? Why did "Mr. Mashima" suddenly change his appearance...

The silent and heavy atmosphere in the hut made the two of them unable to open their mouths to ask even though they had countless questions in their hearts.

After a while, the tormenting silence of the hut was finally broken.

And the one who broke the atmosphere was Ogata.

Ogata suddenly said abruptly:

"Hey, you said earlier that your camp is only 2 miles away from here, which is equivalent to 7848 kilometers in modern times, right?"

After hearing Ogata's words outside the house, Sakaguchi trembled a few times.

Knowing that Ogata was asking him, he nodded hastily and said:

"Yes, it is!"

Just now, when Sakaguchi was taken prisoner and A-Machi was carried back to the hunting lodge, Ogata asked Sakaguchi a lot of things.

For example, the name of the person who caused A-cho to become what he is now is Mogami Yoshihisa, and he is a member of the "Senshu Seven Guns" that Ogata is no stranger to.

Another example is that their camp is not far from here...

"...Mr. Aizan. Please stay here and take good care of A-cho."

Ogata grabbed the Dashiten placed on the right side of his body.

"Huh? Mashima-san, where are you going?"

"I'm going to get something." Ogata said lightly, "I'll be back at noon tomorrow at the latest."

"Get something?" Aizan was full of doubts.

Ogata said nothing more.

Silently holding the knife, he went out of the hunting lodge.

But at this moment, Ogata suddenly felt something grabbing the sleeve of his left arm.

Ogata was slightly taken aback, then quickly turned his head and the person who grabbed his sleeve was none other than Ah-Ming.

A-Machi half-opened his eyes and looked sideways at Ogata. Although his body had lost much strength, he still stubbornly grabbed Ogata's sleeve.

"A-Machi." Ogata hurriedly leaned over and touched A-Machi's forehead, "How do you feel now? Is there any discomfort? Is the sackcloth tied too tightly?"

"Hmm..." Ah-Ming squeezed out a smile, "It's okay..."