alien war

In the dark night sky, black clouds are about to rain.

The executioner had already been waiting outside, and his experience told him that if there was such a commotion in the Chinese military camp, he must have another job to do.

With the light of the fire, Zhan Zhao recognized the somewhat blurred face of the executioner. A few days ago, he was the one who ended Liu Jun's life with two sticks.

Zhan Zhao took off his coat and inner clothes one by one, knelt on the ground and prepared to be tortured, the sudden cold wind made him shiver slightly.His wrists were tightly tied to the left and right wooden posts with ropes by the soldiers on both sides. At this moment, his back was completely and flatly exposed in the executioner's field of vision.

"Please." Zhan Zhao straightened his body on his knees, and waited for disposal.

The executioner stood still with his stick: "Lord Zhan, I have offended you."

Immediately afterwards, the stick with the thick mouth of the bowl neatly drew an arc in the night sky, and then left a five-finger-wide long mark on the light wheat-colored skin with suffocating speed and strength. It gradually turns red, purple, and spreads...

Zhan Zhaoduan knelt on the ground, although the heat on his back made his body tremble unconsciously, but his solemn face still maintained the calmness and calmness it should have.

The army stick was raised and lowered again and again... In an instant, the broad back was covered with streaks, and where two or three marks overlapped, the traces of flesh and flesh could be clearly seen, which contrasted with the surrounding dark colors. Compared to them, they are particularly conspicuously white.

"Hmm..." The unabated military stick touched the place with the most overlapping marks, and Zhan Zhao, who had kept his expression on all the time, finally let out a slight moan, but the voice that came only once was so low that it was hard to detect.After groaning, the continuous impact from behind made him adjust his breathing rate, clasped his fingers more tightly on the wooden post at hand, and tried his best to maintain a tall and straight posture.

The black cloud whimpered for a while, and the torrential rain poured down. The majestic momentum seemed to knock down everything on the surface.

The weather worsened, but both the tortured and the executed saw no need for a pause.Blood and water mixed with rainwater meandered down the gully on his back, and was then scattered by the falling army sticks.The silent patience could be vaguely captured on his handsome face, the rain was flowing down, but it couldn't wash away the tenacity and magnanimity contained in those two slightly frowning brows.The wound on his back caused his body to instinctively lean forward in order to avoid the stimulus, and the rope tied around his wrist was also tightened suddenly. He regained his body and was about to sink into the puddle Spread his knees a few inches apart to give him more stability.

In the world shrouded in darkness, the endless torrential rain washes everything to its heart's content, including the pair of clear and boundless eyes that are neither humble nor overbearing, and the bloody, wounded but straight back.

"Are you still able to stand up?" After the execution, the executioner lowered his head while leaning on the military stick and untied the ropes on both wrists of Zhang Zhanzhao.If Zhan Zhao couldn't stand up, he didn't mind stretching out his hand.

"Hmm... Zhan is fine..." He kept his upper body straight, clenched the wooden pillar tightly, exerted some strength in his waist and abdomen, and staggered to lift his somewhat numb knees from the ground.The foot was not stable, the body swayed, and he couldn't help protesting like a wound on his back.

"Yeah." Seeing him get up and stand still, the executioner's surprised face was filled with admiration. After all, under his stick, there are not many people who can stand up alone. I didn't expect that Zhan Zhao looked thin, In his bones, he is very solid. "Healing should go this way." Seeing Zhan Zhao strenuously putting on his rain-soaked coat and walking in the direction he came from, the executioner couldn't help but stop him.

Zhan Zhao didn't answer, and continued to move forward with difficulty.

"Do you think the grand master will see you?" In the rain, the executioner continued to ask in a louder voice. Seeing that Zhan Zhao had stopped, he stepped forward and grabbed his arm, "Follow me to heal the wound, stick wound If it is soaked, you will suffer."

Because of the previous disturbances, the medical officers in the camp were already very busy.

But the executioner didn't intend to leave: "Forget it, if Mr. Zhan doesn't dislike it, let the subordinates heal your wounds." Looking at the red coat on Zhan Zhao's back, the executioner couldn't help but Zhan Zhao said, Pull it straight to the side of the couch.

Zhan Zhao, who had no strength around him and was half-forcibly pressed down on the couch, had no choice, "Then... then I'll have to work, Zhan Zhao will thank you first."

"Your injury is new, and it has been rained for half a day. If you don't wash the dressing carefully, it will easily fester and fester, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to heal." The executioner brought a basin of clean water, and slowly lifted the cloth on Zhang Zhao's back as he spoke. The blood-soaked coat was ready to wash his wound.

"Hmm...cough..." As soon as Qingshui touched the bare wound, Zhan Zhao unconsciously let out a low voice, even though he tried his best to control it.Water, this water is definitely not ordinary clean water!As soon as Zhan Zhao tried to bounce up, he felt that the back of his neck was pinned down by the executioner. He was firmly pressed on the couch and continued to be scrubbed for the wound.He propped up his elbows and was about to take action, but the executioner continued: "Lord Zhan, be patient, I just mixed some white medicine powder in the water, although it is a bit difficult, but the curative effect is not to be said, please Zhan My lord, feel wronged."

Zhan Zhao didn't resist anymore, he just retracted his body and clutched the straw mat next to his hands tightly, letting the towel soaked in white medicine rub his entire back several times.The executioner's hand was very strong, and he didn't treat the wounded with gentleness at all. After changing the potion twice, the wound was finally cleaned.Then spread the golden sore medicine evenly along the wound, wrap it with gauze, and the healing finally came to an end.

"It's on the wrist, Mr. Zhan, please take care of it yourself. The ginger soup ahead is almost ready, and I'll get you a bowl." The executioner threw the wound medicine at Zhan Zhao's hand and left straight away.