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Chapter 585

In fact, no matter what Mi Fang thinks, Dian Wei doesn't care about these things. His outlook on life is relatively simple, eating well, sleeping soundly, and getting into fights is enough. Now Dian Wei doesn't even have a daughter-in-law. If not, you won’t even think about what you have and what you don’t have.

Seeing that Dian Wei smashed out big holes with a wave of his hand, Wang Xuan had a smile on his face, as if he was used to it, but his heart was agitated. Are you sure it's just a person?
Although Dian Wei had said before that he was in the realm of exuding qi, the simple introduction of the realm could not make Wang Xuan understand what kind of state this was. When they were fighting just now, Dian Wei didn't use all his strength, so until this moment Only then did Wang Xuan understand what the so-called release of the stellar qi was.

To put it simply, it is more appropriate to use a humanoid self-propelled artillery, or a rocket launcher. Within the radius covered by its stellar energy, its power is several times stronger than that of any rocket launcher. At least, ordinary rocket launchers cannot explode on the ground. A big pit more than two meters deep, the most important thing is that it has unlimited ammunition, at least until Dianwei's energy is exhausted.

Even Wang Xuan couldn't imagine what it would be like if Dian Wei was replaced with a big iron halberd!
Anyway, Wang Xuan was convinced that if he faced this punch head-on, he could only hire a group of people to pick up corpses for him, broken corpses!

Shaking his head slightly, giving up the thought of turning himself into pieces of meat in his mind, Wang Xuan turned his head and said to the guards of Mi's family naturally: "Wounded ones should be cleaned aside, bandage the wounds, and those who are not injured should hurry up to tidy up and carry the corpses." .”

Maybe Wang Xuan and Dian Wei saved their lives just now, maybe because Wang Xuan's superior person was too imposing, except for a few guards who took a look at Mi Fang, the rest immediately acted.

Mi Fang also nodded in a daze. She didn't mean to object at all. To be honest, he was a little at a loss at this moment. He just went through a big battle and survived a near death. Now he felt exhausted after relaxing. If it wasn't for the savior Wang Xuan Here, he almost fell asleep.

"You guys, wait!" Seeing these injured guards, Wang Xuan directly put bloody cloth strips on their bodies to bandage the wounds, and immediately stopped them.

Are you sure those bloodstains are yours?
Why don't you be afraid of AIDS if you just bandage your own wound?
Well, there is no AIDS here, but who knows if there are other diseases, even tetanus can't stand it!
A group of wounded people looked at Wang Xuan for unknown reason, Wang Xuan sighed and said directly: "Don't bandage like this, it will make the wound rot!"

"Brother Mi Fang, there are clean cloths on your motorcade." Wang Xuan turned to look at Mi Fang.

"some."

"Well, take out one and tear off some."

"But according to the prince's order."

Wang Xuan ordered people to fetch cloth and tear it into strips five centimeters wide, and asked everyone to rinse the wound thoroughly with clean water, and then wrap it up with cloth strips. There were no medicinal materials for the most basic treatment of wounds on the convoy. Wang Xuan shook his head.

In the Ming Dynasty, he popularized military doctors in the army early on, and formed an effective fixed system for wound debridement and wound medicine production.

Wang Xuan took out a 'Sword Talisman' from the space, the Taoist priest only prepared a few of this thing, and now Wang Xuan can't draw the talisman by himself, it can be said that one is less than one.

However, considering Mi Zhen, um, Mi Fang will be his brother in the future, and the family does not speak of two families, and the guards of the Mi family can be regarded as his own guards, so this is how he convinced himself.

Someone fetched a jar of clear water, Wang Xuan mobilized a lot of spiritual power in his body, and used all his strength to urge the talisman in his hand. Suddenly, a dazzling milky white light shone from his hand, pointing at the clear water in the clay jar. , a white light shot directly into the clay pot, the water rippled for a while, and the clear water immediately glowed with dots of light.

In fact, normal usage only needs a little spiritual power as a guide, or it can be directly lit and inserted into the water, but in order to pursue the sound and light effect, Wang Xuan did this on purpose. Hard heap with spiritual power.

This is not because Wang Xuan wants to pretend, but because he simply wants to make everyone believe that this thing has an unexpected effect on healing wounds.

After all, the smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys. People trained in modern society know more about the importance of packaging and advertising. They can turn starch tablets into a cure for all diseases. In the end, they can really be eaten by you. Get results, and then take the initiative to help you obligate Amway!

It's so amazing!

Just like now, hundreds of people watched this scene with their eyes wide open in amazement. They didn't understand why, but they felt amazing.

"Injured people, if no one drinks, it can speed up wound healing and prevent wounds from rotting."

After Wang Xuan said a word, the injured immediately scrambled to get up, fearing that he was too slow to grab the mana, and the people in front drank up the mana-enhancing water!

"Line up!" Wang Xuan sternly roared, and the aura of the person on his body was undoubtedly revealed, which immediately made the team very orderly.

Mi Fang watched in amazement secretly, and couldn't help but start to guess the origin of Wang Xuan. As long as there are exercises, martial arts can be learned, and strength can be cultivated. These things can be obtained through hard work, but this body is entirely from the aura of the superior However, the ability to make people involuntarily obey orders at first sight must be possessed by aristocratic families or those in high positions.

This is only cultivated by those who have controlled the lives and deaths of thousands of people and can determine their rise and fall with a single word.

Poor people, even a peerless general like Dian Wei, or a wealthy businessman like his Mi family, can't have this kind of momentum at all.

Mi Zhen, who had been hiding in the carriage all this time, even stared at her eyes. The last time I saw someone with such arrogance, I saw it on Tao Gongzu from afar. The Patriarch of the Mi family, who has thousands of servants, does not have this kind of aura.

After queuing up and taking one bite per person, all the injured intuitively felt that the wound no longer hurt, but a slight tingling sensation, which was a sign that the wound was beginning to heal. The more I experienced it, the more I knew it What did a sip of water bring to myself.

In this era, although people's physical fitness is stronger than later generations do not know how many times, due to the backwardness of medical technology and the lack of doctors, ordinary people can only resign themselves to their fate after being injured, and pray that they will be lucky enough that the wound will not be infected and inflamed. took his own life.

Only those who are truly superior can have doctors to treat them.

So the lower level people are, the more they know how to cherish. A group of injured people knelt down to salute Wang Xuan regardless of the bloodstains on the ground.

Wang Xuan accepted this gift calmly. Only in this way can these guards feel at ease. After all, they have nothing to repay Wang Xuan except for a dead life.

Oh, no, their lives belong to the Mi family, they have nothing to repay Wang Xuan!
This is the case in this era. These people at the bottom of society are not even qualified to be called ordinary people. The better ones are called grass-roots people, and the rest can only be called slaves. All their wealth and life belong to the master, and they don't even have freedom.

Even so, not everyone is eligible to sell themselves into slavery.

Because after selling yourself as a slave, although you lost your freedom, all your food and drink are provided by the master. Even in times of disaster and famine, you don’t have to worry about not being able to eat. Compared with those who are often frozen and starved to death, it is already a thousand times stronger. Ten thousand times.

These grassroots do not have the consciousness of 'give me freedom or give me death'.

Those who are full are qualified to play, and those who can't even eat enough don't have the time to think about what they have and what they don't.

Therefore, the reason why there are so many troubles and riots on a certain island is Yuan Dada's mistake, making them overfed.

Letting the wounded rest aside, Wang Xuan began to direct the uninjured ones to clean up the corpses on the ground, rummaged out all the weapons and things on their bodies and put them aside, and threw the corpses directly into the big pit and filled them with soil for burial.

"My lord, why do you keep the things on these thieves? What's the use of this?" Mi Fang now has more confidence in calling the word "Young Master", because the word "Young Master" is not something that anyone can use. .

"Rituals Mourning Clothes": "The sons of princes are called sons."

In the pre-Qin period, sons of feudal lords were referred to as sons, such as the famous four sons of the Warring States Period. In the Han Dynasty, they generally referred to young men from wealthy and noble families, and it was a respectful title for the sons of bureaucratic nobles.

"Of course this is useful." Wang Xuan pouted towards the pile of weapons, "Don't you think these bandits are too powerful in combat?"

"Uh... I see!" Mi Fang blinked, and suddenly realized, "Indeed, these should be the elite of the thieves, otherwise, the more than 100 central guards I brought are all good hands, and the ordinary thieves would have been killed long ago." scattered."

"..." Wang Xuan glanced at Mi Fang speechlessly, you will understand what the hell is going on!

Is this what I'm talking about?
It's not for the sake of you having a good sister, why the hell am I too lazy to talk to you!
"Go and take a good look at their weapons. They are clearly of the same standard. This is not something that ordinary thieves can have!" Wang Xuan looked at the two captives who were bound by five flowers, "Am I right? ?”

Wang Xuan turned his head and looked at the two captives on the ground with determination.

At this moment, Mi Fang finally realized something, and her complexion instantly became extremely ugly. With a livid face, she walked towards the pile of weapons, picked up a pair of heavy ring-shoulders and looked at them, no matter the style, The specifications are exactly the same, and the same pattern is engraved on it, which is obviously produced by the same batch.

The thieves are absolutely incapable of making this kind of knives, so what happened is self-evident.

These so-called thieves were either disguised as officers and soldiers of the Han Dynasty, or they were private soldiers of local tyrants. There was no third possibility!
But no matter who it is, it is not Mi Fang, or the whole Mi family who can afford it!

(End of this chapter)