Let Go Of That Primordial Man

I would have set my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch. Master Niu raised his head and sighed.

Under the light of a cold bright moon, Mr. Niu, with a silver light on his forehead, looks melancholy like a legendary, sentimental poet.

The next second later, the guy returned to his normal state again, and he began to curse angrily: These bastards, don't follow the routine!

To be precise, Master Niu's battle plan of picking up cheap can be regarded as a complete failure.

I don't know what's wrong with the rebels led by Dijiang and Jumang's two branch halls; the benevolent Master Niu obviously gave them plenty of time to evacuate.

But these guys didn't appreciate it at all, and they didn't mean to retreat at all.

They also kept sending out small troops to carry out surprise attacks when they were marching and camping against the coalition forces; they made it clear that they were going to fight the army led by Master Niu, and they were going to fight head-on...

Along the way, it took a month for the Wu Temple led by Master Niu to crusade against the coalition forces, and finally reached the southern edge.

When they were hundreds of miles away from the smoky forest, the crusade coalition forces began to suffer small-scale but extremely high-frequency sneak attacks.

The losses they caused to the coalition forces were not large each time, and even after the coalition forces took precautions, their own losses would be a little bit larger each time.

Such constant sneak attacks and battles, like an annoying fly, caused little harm; but it made Master Niu and other high-level allied forces a little upset.

The battlefield in front of me happened not long ago, a small-scale, short-term small-scale battle involving a hundred or ten people.

Two rebellious disciples who were no more than Jiuwenwu led dozens of slave soldiers and attacked a corner of the camp in the dark.

Such a weak force came to sneak attack, it was no different from death, but these people more or less knew how to manipulate poisonous insects, which was the most troublesome thing.

In a moment of carelessness, although these people were beheaded by the guards of the camp, there were still hundreds of sleeping slaves bitten by poisonous insects; after a very short time, their faces turned black and blue. It was a posture that the poisonous gas was about to attack the heart.

Come here, give these wounded people a good time! The branch master of the Zhenwu Temple frowned and issued such an order.

This time it's really bad luck for them to form the witch hall. These slave fighters are all members of their branch hall.

Of the hundred or so poisoners, they already brought out 30% of the slave soldiers they brought out this time; as a result, they naturally didn't have any good looks on their faces.

The rest of the branch masters who came to this small battlefield to inspect, after hearing such an order, there was no sign of intolerance on their faces.

Because if these unlucky things were replaced by them, they would also handle it in the same way.

If the disciples in the branch hall were bitten and poisoned, even the lowest-level white-robed witch priests, they would use the antidote witch medicine they carried for treatment, and they could easily heal these injuries.

But as lowly slaves, unless they are extremely important slaves of the leader, they don't even have to think about the chance of obtaining precious witch medicine for healing.

After all, if they wanted to get some powerful slave fighters, it couldn't be easier.

Seeing that these slaves were about to die on the spot after the sword fell, Mr. Niu finally couldn't stand it any longer; he couldn't help but yelled out: Wait a minute, let my slaves try, maybe they can save them. them.

After finishing speaking, Master Niu signaled to Zhang Gangdan behind him, and Zhang Gangdan hurried forward with dozens of mountain cannons and started to work.

For these mountain cannons from Luolei Mountains, it is not uncommon to be bitten by snakes and insects in the forest. Naturally, there are related treatment methods, but the effect is not so ideal.

It wasn't until they learned a few hands with Master Niu that their ability to treat these poisonous insect bites increased greatly.

However, these carefully fed poisonous insects are obviously more powerful than the wild species in the Luolei Mountains; Master Niu is not sure whether the original method is effective...

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhang Gangdan and others first found the parts of these wounded who were bitten by poisonous insects.

This point is very easy, because at this time, the bite wounds have already swollen like buns, and have begun to turn black and purple.

In two or three strokes, Zhang Gangdan and others cut off all the clothes on the wound, and then made a movement that made others look dumbfounded.

They took out the mouthpiece, aimed at the bitten wound, and began to wash it.

In order not to cause any misunderstanding, Master Niu explained: We tried many times when we were in Luolei Mountains. Urine can clean the wound more effectively and wash away the toxins remaining in the wound.

There is also a more conventional and effective way for the Blackstone tribe to clean the wound, which Master Niu did not mention: that is to use a high-quality burnt knife to clean it, and the effect will be just right.

Just considering that after speaking out, these people will not be willing to use their favorite fine wine on lowly slaves, so he thinks it's better not to say anything!

After washing the wound as clean as possible, Zhang Gangdan and others began the next step of treatment.

The reason why I say try my best is because the thing that flushes the raw materials is largely uncontrollable by manpower; among them there are a few unlucky ones, because their healers have just excreted not long ago, and they really don't have much raw materials. Used to wash wounds.

On the bitten wound, Zhang Gangdan and others directly used a dagger to draw a new large cross-shaped wound.

Then, ignoring the pungent smell around the wound, they put their hands around the wound and began to squeeze it hard.

Suddenly, black blood with a pungent stench flowed out from the wound.

It took a little time to squeeze, and when the blood flowing from the wound basically returned to its normal color, they took out the herbal medicine they carried with them, applied it externally to the wounded and took it internally, and the whole treatment work was completed .

Every mountain cannon in the team carries several kinds of herbs at any time, all of which are life-saving things formulated according to the secret recipe provided by Master Niu.

Among them, the special detoxification one is formulated with various herbs such as licorice and purslane; it has a good effect on various poisonous insect bites.

At least in Luolei Mountain Range, the effect is like this...

Okay, half of the people should have survived, but they need to cultivate for a while. Master Niu reported a rather conservative figure to the other branch masters.

But regarding this result, Zhen Yan, the sub-Hall Master of the Witch Hall, was not necessarily happy, because for him, these slaves who needed to recuperate were simply a burden, especially at this time.

For this point, Master Niu has nothing to do, and this result can be regarded as his best effort; what's more, he still has a more terrible thing in his heart, and he has a headache at this moment.

Thinking of this, he waved to the back, and a chubby figure jumped over.

This person is Mr. Niu's cheap younger brother Xiong Xi. Mr. Niu laughed and scolded him: You are the master of the Gongyi Hall of Gonggong Hall? It should have come to sit in the army long ago. Why have you waited for so many days? I haven't seen anyone coming yet, so they couldn't be fooling me before.

Originally, this was just a joke of Master Niu.

However, after seeing his inquiry, the flustered and evasive eyes of the little fat man Xiong Xi, Master Niu's heart began to suspend!

In other words, tonight, the uncle had a heart for Jiageng, but the baby son was not feeling well tonight, crying until after two o'clock, so the matter of Jiageng has become serious again, let's fight for tomorrow! forgive me