The reason why this person is said to be only a few days old is purely because of the large piece of cotton on his abdomen that is already soaked in red.

In an unexplored wilderness like Tumen River Estuary, there is no trauma medicine or qualified surgeons in the middle of summer. If you suffer serious trauma, you don't even need to ask. You can only wait for death.

Even if Father Yakinfu is a good doctor, it will not be of much use. Without basic medical conditions and anti-inflammatory drugs, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without straw.

After roughly thinking about it, Hong Jinglai remembered the man in the ancient city who was shot with a dung fork. The man in front of him should have been stabbed by the dung fork in his hand. The only difference between the two is that one immediately took the shot.

He died, and the person in front of him had to live a few more days suffering from the pain.

Of course it might only be two or three days.

It’s really the ultimate one-for-one exchange!

"Is this person injured during the expedition?" Hong Jinglai changed his mind and became interested.

"Yes, I was injured accidentally." It seemed that he was not one of Shekov's men, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Looking at it like this, your life is not long."

"There is no other way. We have washed his wound with clean water and wiped it carefully with vodka. Anyway, the priest said that the rest is up to God."

Well, the rest is up to God!

I don’t know how many bacteria there are on the feces fork. Even if you rinse it with water and disinfect it with vodka, on such a hot day, the unhealed wound will definitely soon become rotten and inflamed. Then there will be gradual necrosis around the wound, accompanied by high fever and dehydration, and finally

Lost his life.

If there is no medicine at all, or there is no medicine at all, there is no cure at all!

"Are you still planning to take him back to China?"

"Well..." Most likely, I don't want to bring this tart with me, but it's never good to say it in front of others.

"Is anyone familiar with his origins?" Hong Jinglai asked.

Chashkov probably knew from the way Hong Jing came that he was asking about this person. He must be one of his subordinates, so he came out to talk to him.

"It seems to be Nizhny Novgorod. He is a runaway slave. He has no home, and I don't know about his family..." Chashkov's words were faithfully translated by Father Yakinfu, and his attitude didn't seem to be the same.

Care so much.

The so-called fugitive slaves are better said to be deserters. Ninety percent of the Tsarist Russian army these days are gray animals. Looking around, there are only illiterate serfs. The rest are also exiles, labor reform prisoners, and XX prisoners. Except for recent

Guard troops, soldiers in other troops eat more fists and whips than Leba bread.

Those who are a little bit rebellious will definitely want to run, and those who don’t are fools.

This kind of person really can't be called a family, and there is a high probability that he will never return to his hometown in Nizhny Novgorod. If he goes back, he will be a serf. It is better to take risks in the Far East and maybe earn a fortune.

It's a pity that with this kind of injury, the person's fate has been basically determined, and there will be no adventure. Either he dies on his own, or he has his mouth and nose covered one night and is treated as dead.

It's just a matter of digging a hole and burying it, so who doesn't know what to do?

"Can you hand him over to me?" Hong Jinglai gestured.

"Huh?" Shekov and Chashkov were a little confused.

"I can pay two pounds of silver for him! Pay it now! You can hand it over to his family on my behalf!" Hong Jinglai called Li Zaichao over and took out four small round ingots wrapped in red cloth from his luggage.

Twelve taels, cast in Shanxi.

"Take it away!" Chashkov came up and took the money without saying a word. As for whether he will really give it to this person's so-called family, it is a matter of opinion.

He put the person on his back and the two went their separate ways.

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"Gelang, what do you want with such a big-nosed Tatar who has only one breath left?" Looking back at the semi-conscious Russian, Li Zaichao didn't understand why he was going to such trouble.

"First, wrap his head tightly for me, then unwrap the cotton cloth, wash the wound with the bottle of wine sent by the Tartars, sew it up for him, and get a piece of clean cotton cloth to boil and dry.

Wrap him up."

This man was already a burden and useless to Shekov and the others, but to Hong Jinglai he was a great treasure!

There is nothing special about this Russian, but the most special thing about him is that he is Russian!

It has been decided to put on a good show to drive out the Tartars and restore the frontier. How to make the show more realistic is the top priority that Hong Jinglai needs to figure out.

You can write novels about great victories and the like, and you can also conquer counties and so on, but what about the most important result? You can't write about the Tatars being defeated and fleeing to the Tumen River, and the floods rising in summer and drowning, right?

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Although there is no proof of death, it can be said that they were drowned in the Tumen River and their bodies were not found. But the merits will be greatly discounted, and many people will even question it.

If there is a living child at this time, that is, a prisoner, or a "Tatar chieftain", what will the Li Dynasty's court say?

Dedicate prisoners to the ancestral temple and offer sacrifices to the ancestors!

King Sunjong will definitely go to his father's throne and brag with his father. Look how good I am. My ancestors couldn't defeat the Tatars, but I did. Not only did I defeat the Tatars, I also captured the Tatars.

Chief.

Isn't this the best proof of the political clarity and prosperity of our great Korean country? The Tatar soldiers were repelled by us, and the Tatar chieftains were captured by us. Isn't that enough?

This big-nosed Tatar cannot be faked at all. Even fairy makeup can't do it with such a look!

He was imprisoned in an oxcart and paraded through the streets of Hanyang. All the two to three hundred thousand people in Hanyang saw that the king was wise and mighty, and that the Tatar soldiers were repulsed with thousands of cavalry. The eight realms were peaceful and the world was at peace. How great!

How important it is to have a Russian prisoner, there is no big difference between him and him. They are all going to die anyway, why not die after playing a greater role. Not only will there be a chance to become a "big star" in Hanyang, but also to be on the throne of the Li Dynasty

Can the altar of the ancestral temple be easily climbed up?

"You try to get two wild ginsengs. The older the better, the better. We must keep this big-nosed Tatar alive!"

"You're ruining a good thing! What's the point of the big-nosed Tatar saving him?"

"This is because you don't understand! Go and get it done quickly. Once you get it done, you will have a bright future!"

The difference between real Tatars and fake Tatars is huge. One real Tatar is worth more than hundreds of fake Tatars. One hundred and fifty years ago, if you could kill a real Tatar, he would be your military officer immediately.

But are really Tartars so easy to kill?

Such a great head is simply a free gift!

In order to prevent the Russian from dying, Hong Jinglai didn't even dare to let him ride a car. He used a human body to move the vehicle the whole way, all on his back, for fear that he would be killed if he bumped over a few times.

When I returned to Qingxing, I arranged for the person to be well placed and arranged appropriate manpower to help him press the ginseng slices under his tongue at all times. If he had uneven breath, he would give him a spoonful of old ginseng soup. If he could feed him rice soup, he would feed him rice soup. He really acted like a man providing food.

With.

The next day, a soldier arrived in Qingxing, and Hanyang received news that thousands of Tatar soldiers had invaded the border and that the entire Qingxing county had been lost. Min Tingxu had been appointed as the ambassador to the north and south of Xianjing, and he traveled all the way at night.
Chapter completed!