After traveling through time, I took command and led the troops to conquer the mountains and rivers.

Chapter 70 Wilderness
Regardless of his injuries, Yu Jia followed the rest of the people to the foot of the mountain to search.

Changhe Mountain is adjacent to the Changhe River, hence its name.

After coming down from the cliff, the long river runs from north to south and stretches endlessly.

Yu Jia looked up at the cliff. If she fell from the mountain into the long river, there was at least a chance of survival.

She tried hard to suppress other emotions in her heart and continued searching along the river.

"Lin Erzhu!" Gao Meng called out to Yu Jia.

Yu Jia turned around and looked at him with raised eyebrows, a little confused.

"Let's go back!"

Yu Jiagan was about to refuse, but felt a little guilty when he saw the soldiers in the rear squatting or standing weakly.

After riding for a long time, fighting fiercely, and searching here for a long time, everyone was already exhausted.

Yu Jia nodded and could only go back to the Yunan military camp to make plans.

Back in the mountains and forests, everyone no longer wanted to eat, so they rushed to the military camp with all their strength.

Look at Chang Hai'er soaking in the water for half a day and being brought to the shore by the current.

When Chang Hai'er woke up slowly, he looked around and saw water flowing everywhere.

By this time, the sun had set and the sky was covered with red clouds.

"Grandma, what a leg!" Chang Hai'er yelled and staggered towards the shore.

He picked up a sharp stone on the ground and started looking around for it before he could rest.

Mu Shihe and Mu Shihe fell into the mountain stream together. He had to solve this danger first.

I saw a group of figures lying on the ground in front of me. It looked like they hadn't woken up yet. Chang Hai'er suppressed the excitement in his heart and limped forward quickly.

Pulling away the figure, it turned out to be Mu Shihe. Chang Haier did not hesitate, raised the sharp stone in his hand and stabbed his head.

Before the sharp stone touched Mu Shihe, his wrist was suddenly grabbed. The force was so strong that Chang Haier screamed out in pain.

The strength of Mu Shihe's hand did not weaken, he slowly opened his eyes, saw Chang Haier's face full of pain, and sneered.

"Are you tired of living?"

Chang Haier endured the severe pain in his wrist and said, "Relax, let go!"

Seeing that Mu Shihe ignored him, he quickly begged for mercy loudly.

"Let me go first, let's have a truce, a truce!"

Mu Shihe didn't believe him, so Chang Haier glanced at his abdomen.

"Both of you and I are injured. It's getting late now. If we delay any longer, we will both die here!"

Mu Shihe's mind was spinning, but his face didn't show it.

Seeing that Mu Shihe didn't speak, Chang Haier continued to speak with pain.

"How about we put aside our grudges for the time being and wait until we get out of this hellish place to have a life-or-death showdown?"

Hearing this, Mu Shihe relaxed his grip, and Chang Haier took advantage of the situation to retract his wrist.

Chang Hai'er slumped on the ground, moving his wrist back and forth and mumbling.

"Who is he! He can do these tricks!"

Obviously, he forgot that he was the one who took the first step and wanted to kill people.

Mu Shihe didn't want to get entangled with him any longer. He put his arms on the ground and sat up slowly.

At this time, the wound on the abdomen had turned white after being soaked in the river water, and there was already redness and swelling around the wound. If it continued to become inflamed, it could be fatal.

The sun had completely sunk into the western mountains, and Mu Shihe stood up and walked towards the forest.

The temperature dropped sharply at night, and I had to quickly light a fire to dry my clothes.

Chang Haier followed him and walked towards the forest.

As soon as he entered the forest, Mu Shihe leaned under a pine tree with a huge crown.

Drowsily lost consciousness.

Seeing him like this, Chang Hai'er thought he was cheating, curled his lips, and went to pick up some dead wood to make a fire.

There was no flint, but this was not a problem for Chang Haier, who had lived in the mountains and forests all year round.

The dead wood was dry, and the wood was drilled to make fire. The fire soon ignited.

Chang Haier even found time to hunt a pheasant and roast it. He took off his clothes and put them on the wooden frame, flipping them back and forth.

Seeing that Mu Shihe still didn't move after he had been busy for a long time, Chang Haier walked towards him.

Taking advantage of the firelight, Mu Shihe's cheeks flushed, and Chang Hai'er pressed the back of her hand against his forehead, which was hot.

"It's not that grandpa wants your life, it's that you killed too many people, and God wants to kill you!"

Then he sat in his original position and flipped over the roasted chicken on the rack.

While hunting, he also collected some herbs and chewed the wounds on his legs with his mouth.

"Hey, it still hurts!"

Seeing that the fire was getting stronger and my clothes were drying, I got up and put them on.

Now the wound was exposed again and had to be bandaged to prevent it from getting dusty. Suddenly, his idea came to Mu Shihe.

"Anyway, you're fainted too, so I'll tear off some of your clothes and bandage the wound."

Mu Shihe was dressed in Nanman uniform, with a layer of gold thread on the outside, which was very piercing.

Chang Hai'er took off his outer shirt and tore up the clothes underneath.

During this push and shove, Mu Shihe woke up leisurely and met Chang Haier's eyes.

Chang Hai'er was a little embarrassed. He was caught on the spot for tearing off someone's clothes, so he didn't say anything at the moment.

But in Mu Shihe's eyes, it was a different scene.

"Why didn't you leave me?"

He thought Chang Haier wanted to help him bandage his wounds.

Chang Hai'er was confused for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing. He coughed a few times unnaturally.

"You're so wet, I have to take off your clothes to dry them!"

Mu Shihe looked at the thin young man in front of him, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Seeing that Mu Shihe believed his lies, Chang Haier Duan could no longer continue to tear off other people's clothes.

Immediately, he took off all of Mu Shihe's clothes and hung them on the wooden rack to bake.

At this time, Mu Shihe was left with only a pair of tight-fitting pants, and the scar on his abdomen looked hideous.

Chang Hai'er saw Mu Shihe staring straight at him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He had no choice but to put the remaining herbs that he had just used in his mouth, chew them, and walk towards Mu Shihe.

"General Mu, please bear with it, it hurts a little!"

Chang Haier spat out all the herbs in his mouth on Mu Shihe's wound as if he was causing trouble.

"Hiss!" No matter how much Mu Shihe could bear it, he still cried out in pain when he was suddenly stimulated.

"Oh, why is this manly man so careless?"

At this time, the scent of pheasant drifted towards the two of them, and Chang Haier's stomach growled.

Then Mu Shihe's stomach also growled.

Chang Hai'er glanced at him angrily, "You have sharp eyes!"

He turned around and took the chicken off the shelf, smelled it, and said with a smile on his face, "It smells so good!"

However, seeing Mu Shihe in front of him staring directly at the chicken in his hand, he felt a little unhappy.

In front of Mu Shihe, he took off the chicken legs and took a big bite.

"Want to eat?" he said inarticulately.

Mu Shihe was stunned for a moment and nodded quickly.

"Humph, if it weren't for Grandpa Chang Hai'er who is kind-hearted and can't bear to see you die in this wilderness, I would have fed you to the wolves!"

He removed the other chicken leg and handed it to Mu Shihe, "Eat it!"

Mu Shihe's eyes moved slightly, he took the chicken leg and started to eat it.

The two quickly finished the roast chicken, and Chang Haier threw the clothes on the wooden rack on Mu Shihe, "Put them on!"

Mu Shihe was suffering from a fever at this time, and it was difficult to hold a chicken drumstick, let alone put on clothes.

Chang Haier clicked his tongue and frowned, "It's really useless!"

(End of this chapter)