"What's going on? What happened?"
Zhu Zi and Ma Chao were patrolling the camp when they saw a crowd gathered, so they parted the crowd and walked in.
"Holy shit! Old Zhang, you're something else! Flying through the air?"
"Hahaha, you didn't get a psychological shadow from your wife, did you? Interested in sticks now?"
Although Zhu Zi and Ma Chao were joking, they still supported Zhang Tian towards the tent.
After placing him face down on the bed, Zhu Zi immediately tore off his pants.
*Rip!* Zhang Tian felt something was not quite right.
Then he heard Zhu Zi say with a wicked grin, "Old Zhang, here I come!"
"What the hell! Brother Zhu Zi, what are you doing?"
Zhu Zi ignored him, tilting his head to Ma Chao and saying, "Hold him down, don't let him move."
Zhang Tian looked terrified, "Brother Zhu Zi, brother, you're my real brother, please don't—!"
Ah—! What was a plea for mercy turned into a scream of agony.
Zhu Zi looked at the arrow in his hand and exclaimed, "Tsk tsk tsk, it's a barbed arrow! To hit you from this high, the archer isn't simple!"
With a clatter, he threw the arrow onto the table.
After rummaging through Zhang Tian's belongings, he finally found a white gauze package.
Upon opening it, he found a curved needle, cotton thread, cephalosporin, and a small bottle of alcohol.
This was a basic first-aid kit. Apart from Zhu Zi and Ma Chao's first and second squads, everyone in the Tian Huo Army from squad leader up had one, to prevent injuries from sword wounds on the battlefield.
After the searing pain subsided, Zhang Tian finally came to his senses.
Zhu Zi was afraid he would tense up, causing the arrowhead to get stuck and inflict more damage when he pulled it out.
"Thanks, Brother Zhu Zi!"
"Hey, what's there to thank! Back in the day, I had my wounds stitched by the Marquis himself. Today, I'll practice my skills on you, heh heh."
As Zhu Zi spoke, he picked up the bottle, opened it, and poured alcohol onto Zhang Tian's wound.
"Ah! Ah! Holy hell!"
"Hiss—!"
The sensation of alcohol disinfecting the wound was incredibly sharp, making Zhang Tian gasp.
Even so, he still turned his head to instruct Zhu Zi.
"No, Brother Zhu Zi, stitch it up nicely, don't make it all wrinkled!"
*Slap!*
Zhu Zi smacked the uninjured side of his buttock. The flesh on his entire backside trembled.
"What the hell are you thinking? Planning to show your ass to people from now on?"
After spanking his butt, Zhu Zi began threading the needle and then washed the threaded needle with alcohol again.
Just as Zhang Tian was about to say something, he felt a prick in his butt. His eyes widened like saucers, and he panted continuously.
Fortunately, the wound wasn't too big. Zhu Zi simply stitched it three times, tied a knot, and cut off the excess thread.
"Take the medicine yourself. Come back in seven days to have the stitches removed, don't forget!"
Zhu Zi said, patting that side of his buttock again.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's plump. Feels good!"
"Haha, Brother Zhu Zi is just joking with you. We're going back to patrol. Take your medicine and get some rest!"
Ma Chao climbed off Zhang Tian, popped a cephalosporin into his mouth, and gave him a couple of pats.
"Yeah, Brother Zhu Zi, this feels really great!"
Chatting and laughing, they left the tent with Zhu Zi.
Zhang Tian was too weak to retort. His eyes were fixed on the ground beneath the bed, filled with shame and resentment. The bitter cephalosporin in his mouth tasted even more bitter in his heart.
"Zhu Zi and Ma Chao, you two scoundrels, just you wait until I'm better!"
Upon receiving the report from Soldier Er about Zhang Tian's injury, Fang Er came to his tent with a roasted chicken.
Entering and seeing Zhang Tian's buttock, half covered with gauze and half exposed, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Who did this? Didn't even put your pants back on after finishing?"
Zhang Tian, lying on the bed, remained silent.
Fang Er crouched down to take a look. "Damn, you look as wronged as a little bride."
"Here, have some roasted chicken to help you recover! Honestly, in this cold weather, aren't you afraid of freezing?"
Saying that, he draped his military coat over Zhang Tian's exposed buttock.
Zhang Tian took the roasted chicken and bit into it with hatred.
It was as if he wasn't biting into roasted chicken, but the person who shot him.
"Marquis, a lot of Turkic people have arrived. Their camp stretches for several miles, just five miles away."
After saying that, he took another bite of the roasted chicken.
"Tomorrow, when the fighting starts, I'll find the person who shot me and stuff their butt with arrows!"
"Alright, alright, get some good rest. Let your deputy command tomorrow, don't want you re-injuring yourself. By the way, you can't touch alcohol these few days, and don't smoke either, or the wound will heal slowly."
After comforting Zhang Tian, Fang Er returned to his own tent and continued reading "The Justice of the Great Song."
"Damn it, other people's systems can draw things every day, mine only gets it once a month, this is too much!"
"Hmm? Grandpa Yue was rescued? Good!"
"Hahaha, I hope he can lead the Yue Family Army to crush the Khitans into dust!"
"Yeah, just like how we're fighting the Turks now, it feels so good!"
Fang Er was enjoying himself, but Jie Li was not.
Fires were burning all over the camp. This black fire oil was even more fatal than his foot injury.
His personal guards stripped him and washed him for a long time before they could clean him up.
What kind of weather is it now? Early March! It's warm but still cold, especially on the grasslands.
After cleaning him up, just as he was about to pass out in relief, he was woken up by his personal guards.
"Great Khan, your foot might not be saved."
The personal guard whispered to him.
Jie Li froze for a moment, then became furious. He jumped out of bed and pointed at the guard, about to say something.
But his anger made him forget his foot injury!
The moment his foot touched the ground, he felt a piercing pain and fell to the ground.
"Hiss!~"
"Find all the military doctors for this Khan! If my foot cannot be saved, I'll take their dog lives!"
"Damn it, help this Khan back to bed!"
Jie Li, writhing in pain, cursed incessantly.
If his left foot is cut off, how can he still be called a Great Khan!
ps: First update