The Daily Life of the Husband and Wife Selling Dog Food Through Time Traveling

At Shaheguan, heavy rain poured down, and the air was still faintly smelling of blood. The ground was covered with blood-red water, mixed with rainwater, which made people feel chills and shocking.

The tent had been burned, and the remaining poles were pointing blankly at the gray sky. The piles of corpses on the ground showed that there had been a small-scale battle here, with heavy casualties.

The heavy rain was still falling. At this time, a corpse not far away moved, sat up suddenly, and groaned in pain. Looking carefully, there was a person hidden under the corpse, alive. .

Han Zhiyuan gritted his teeth, pulled his leg out from under the layers of corpses, and moved it a bit. One leg was cut, but fortunately it didn't hurt the important places such as ligaments. The other leg was pressed for too long, but the blood was not enough. Circulation, just numb, luckily.

It has been raining for more than an hour, and there is naturally no place to hide from the rain nearby. Han Zhiyuan simply sat on the ground and began to massage his numb leg. After pressing for a long time, he got up and leaned on the An unburnt pole, looking up, the eyes are full of desolation.

The bloody smell of the war was still lingering in his nose. It was the first time that Han Zhiyuan felt the cruelty so personally. Three hours ago, there was a one-sided massacre here. There were no reinforcements or resistance. Perhaps the nearby barracks did not If there is time to react, maybe they are not worthy of spending troops to support those who are guilty.

In short, the people here have not received training, and they have been killed before they even took up their weapons. Han Zhiyuan looked at those vicious invaders at that time, and the first thought in his mind was, I I can't die here yet, there are still people waiting for me to go back.

For this reason, he feigned death to escape. For more than three hours, he lay prone in the icy rain, held his breath, and did not dare to move. His mind was full of Jiang Ning's familiar voice and smile, gentle and funny. , helpless, and finally, desperate...

There was a voice in my heart that kept saying desperately that that person was still waiting in Yuezhou City, and he wanted to go back to see him!

Han Zhiyuan tightened his fingers while leaning on the pole. After the rain washed away the blood on his face, his face was revealed. He dragged his injured leg and slowly staggered towards the south.

After walking for a few miles, the rain gradually subsided, and Han Zhiyuan heard the sound of horseshoes behind him, and the human voice was mixed with the neighing of horses, which seemed a little indistinct in the wind: "General, there are people ahead!"

"Is it an enemy soldier?"

The sound of horseshoes approached in a blink of an eye, Han Zhiyuan simply stopped, leaning on the pole, waiting for the group of people to come, he looked back and saw a small group of soldiers in iron armor coming on horseback.

Within a short while, he was surrounded. The leading general lowered his eyes to look at him, and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

Han Zhiyuan looked directly at him, and replied in a calm tone, "I was sent to Shahe Pass a few days ago for being a sinner."

The general looked at him suspiciously for a few times, the expression in his eyes was still not convinced, but he waved his hand: "Take it back first and then talk about it."

In the afternoon, the rain had stopped, and Han Zhiyuan was rudely pushed into the school yard at the front line of Shaheguan, the barracks, and the same general, with his hands behind his back, raised his chin and asked, "What's your name? What crime did you commit? Where did you come from?" ?”

Han Zhiyuan replied calmly: "Han Zhiyuan, who accidentally killed someone three months ago, was dispatched to this place. My origin... I am a floating man, and I have no origin."

The general waved at a soldier next to him and ordered, "Check!"

Hearing this, the soldier began to flip through the book quickly, and the general circled around Han Zhiyuan, his eyes stopped on his legs for a moment, and he asked, "Why are the rest of the camp dead? Are you still alive?"

Han Zhiyuan didn't even pause, and replied: "I was knocked unconscious by the falling tent, and I don't know what happened after that. When I woke up, there were no living people in the camp."

The general asked sharply again: "When we saw you, where were you going? Did you want to take advantage of the chaos and escape?"

Han Zhiyuan looked back at him, with a slightly annoyed tone, and said, "If you change generals, and you come here for the first time, you can't even tell the direction, it's raining heavily, dragging a broken leg, where can you go? After the camp fell, , I haven't seen reinforcements for a long time, I just want to survive by myself."

The general choked when he heard the words, and looked at his bloody leg. After standing for so long, Han Zhiyuan's expression was calm, as if the injured leg with a big crack hadn't grown on him.

The general couldn't help coughing, and said slowly, "Sit down first."

Han Zhiyuan was kind and generous: "Thank you, General."

The soldier next to him suddenly said, "General Cheng, we have found it."

That General Cheng turned his head back: "How?"

The soldier pointed to the book and was about to show it to him, when General Cheng waved his hand impatiently and said, "This general is illiterate, so you can't read it?"

The soldier withdrew his hand in embarrassment, cleared his throat, and read: "Han Zhiyuan, 25 years old, Fulangren, in the summer of Yuzhao 26, was dispatched to Shahe Pass in the city of Yuezhou for killing someone by mistake."

General Cheng asked, "Is there a portrait?"

The soldier nodded hurriedly: "Yes."

General Cheng stared, "Show me the pages!"

The soldier quickly followed suit, and General Cheng glanced at the portrait, and snorted lightly: "A dog's paw is better than this one, come on, put it away."

"You...what's your name..." General Cheng thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of it, so he simply said: "From today on, go to the back kitchen and be a cook."

Han Zhiyuan nodded: "Thank you, General."

General Cheng waved his hand: "Then this matter-"

At this moment, a loud voice came from behind, and he laughed and said, "Brother Cheng, so you are here! It's easy for me to find."

General Cheng turned around and was overjoyed when he saw the visitor: "Long time no see, why are you here?"

As he spoke, he hammered the man's chest and greeted him. The two exchanged pleasantries on the spot. The voice asked, "What's the matter with you? The little soldier is disobedient?"

General Cheng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Where is it? He was sent on a crime. I'll ask."

The man looked down and snorted, "Why does this man look so familiar to me?"

General Cheng was startled, then laughed and said, "No way?"

Only then did Han Zhiyuan raise his head and said, "General Shi, long time no see."

That person was indeed Shi Gaocen, whom he hadn't seen for several months. He suddenly turned pale with shock, and immediately knelt down to look at Han Zhiyuan, and said, "Brother Han, what's going on? Why do you..."

General Cheng was stunned and said, "Brother Shi, are you really an old acquaintance?"

Shi Gaocen nodded, and didn't have the heart to explain to him. He looked at Han Zhiyuan and frowned, and said decisively: "Let's take a look at the legs first. It's not good if it takes too long."

As he spoke, he said to General Cheng: "Brother Cheng, I have something to do today, let's talk about it another day."

General Cheng said straightforwardly: "Naturally, then you..."

Shi Gaocen helped Han Zhiyuan up, and said in his mouth, "I'll take him to the military doctor's office to have a look. This bloody one will be bad if he's limping."

As he spoke, he took Han Zhiyuan to the military doctor's tent.

On the way, Shi Gaocen frowned, and asked after a while: "What's going on? How come you were dispatched to the border after not seeing you for a few months?"

Han Zhiyuan's forehead was sweating, it hurt, he paused for a moment, and replied: "It's a long story."

Shi Gaocen said immediately, "We'll talk about that later."

As soon as he entered the military medical camp, Shi Gaocen yelled, "Military doctor Qiao, is doctor Qiao here?"

He yelled for a long time, but no one answered. Shi Gaocen muttered, asked Han Zhiyuan to sit down, and shouted again: "Mr. Qiao! Doctor Qiao!"

A voice came from behind, seemingly annoyed, saying, "What's your name? It's so loud, is someone dead?"

The curtain at the back was lifted, and a man came out from inside. Seeing that it was Shi Gaocen, he immediately frowned, and said angrily, "Didn't you have been transferred to another place to be the city guard of Lao Shizi? came back?"

Shi Gaocen laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Mr. Qiao really has a good memory, and he still remembers me. I was transferred to Shahe City as a guard a few days ago."

The military doctor Qiao quickly flicked his hand away, still frowning: "You are alive and well, don't come to me if you are not sick or in trouble, I am very busy."

When Shi Gaocen heard this, he hurriedly shouted: "Hey, Doctor Qiao, one of my brothers here has a broken leg, please help me."

Doctor Qiao didn't even bother to look at him. He picked out his ears and said impatiently, "You've made earwax come out. Can you stop yelling so loudly? A broken leg isn't a broken neck."

Shi Gaocen chuckled and fell silent. Doctor Qiao looked down at Han Zhiyuan and ordered, "Straighten your leg. I'll see where it's broken."

After Han Zhiyuan heard this, he spread his injured leg a little. Doctor Qiao squatted down, looked at his long wound, which was still oozing blood, and asked, "How far did you dare to walk when you were injured?" ?”

Han Zhiyuan made an estimate and replied, "About ten miles."

Doctor Qiao reached out and fiddled with his injured leg, and said, "Since you're gone, don't stop. If you walk a few more miles, this leg will be useless, which will save me a lot of trouble."

Shi Gaocen rubbed his hands beside him, and was about to speak when he recalled what Qiao Jun said, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Qiao Jun, is this... still cured?"

Dr. Qiao picked up the cloth towel next to him and wiped his hands, started to turn over the equipment, and said casually: "It can be cured, but today's patients really don't have to worry about it, you should either try harder or just break it. Constantly, you have to bother me."

Holding the bandage and wooden board, he squatted down halfway, tapped Han Zhiyuan's bloody leg, and jokingly said: "Hang on, I often treat people's arms and legs here, and no one has ever cried out that it hurts. If you dare to say a word In half a sentence, you are not a man, don't cry when your daughter-in-law runs away with someone."

As he spoke, he exerted all his strength on his hand, and Han Zhiyuan felt a piercing pain coming from his left leg. He was about to cry out in pain, but when the cry came to his lips, he suppressed it forcefully, gritting his teeth desperately, He swallowed the voice from his throat desperately, until his heart, liver and lungs were all churned together.

Doctor Qiao raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw that he hadn't said a word: "Hey, he's really a man. This is the first time someone hasn't said a word."

Shi Gaocen looked at the bulging veins on his arm, and felt a throbbing pain in his forehead. Nuonuo couldn't help asking, "Didn't you just say that no one complained about the pain?"

Doctor Qiao didn't even raise his head: "That's right, because they all passed out directly."

After he finished speaking, he exerted force on his hand again, but Han Zhiyuan remained silent. He looked up, with a regretful expression on his face: "Tsk, I'm dizzy."