My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 270: Cruel War (IV)

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PS4: [My sage lord] owes me a chapter tomorrow, and I intend to write [rebellious sage lord] after it is over, also Zhou Qiang, the same people as Luluxiu, EU Resistance Front and Cornelia, Beilian China, the story of fighting against the unorthodox Englishman Bunitalia... well, I'm not really a Lori controller... Jiang Lihua and Shen Le Ye are both dramatic needs... the plot needs... (fleeing in the face...

The chiefs of the round-table knights gasped and returned to their camp without anyone following them. One was the chief marshal on the wall behind them, Kerall, who did not give an offensive order. In fact, if they followed 500 people behind them, they might not have been completely dispersed by now.

But it is clear that the opportunity will pass in a blink of an eye, in the same way that if Altoria had just swept out with a thousand knights with 3,000 round-table knights, 20,000 people would have fled long ago, when the mobility of the cavalry would have been to the extreme to kill them all.

But not so much on the battlefield. If, and not so much chance, the other side begins to retreat in a tight tortoise shell formation, and Kerall can't win with a positive breakthrough.

After the other side retreated from the range of the crossbow attack, the gate slowly opened, they began to converge and inspect the battlefield, the dragon guns would be picked up and never left to the enemy, and the dead fighters would wrap their bodies in leather, according to Kerall, to store the bodies for longer, at least - let his loved ones see him for the last time.

And the rest of the stuff needs to be packed up, except for their belongings, weapons supplied by the kingdom, shields and long swords, which is the status of the infantry, and Keiral would never dare to do so for the knights!

Because the knights' belongings are all their private belongings, even their father, their grandfather, passed them down, and the state can't recycle them.

But the infantry's weapons and equipment are national and deserve to be recovered.

A pile of hilly armor was piled up in the city, the spear hanging the cape was sand blown by the sea breeze, a spear stuck on the ground hanging the cape as if it were a skeleton and a tombstone to make one look around the body cold, and it was even more dazzling.

“Counting deaths, treating wounded fighters, closing the gates, arranging an alert team, immediately.” Keiral gave the order and his students immediately began to operate.

“Your Excellency, Your Excellency! I don't want to die yet!” John grabbed the doctor's hand in the blind circle.

In Camelot, Your Excellency means a man of honor, including a jazz with a title, a knight with a seal, a man dedicated to his country, but on the battlefield, no matter what, he is no better than an angel in white, a doctor, who saves human life.

“I know, I know, I'm relieved.” The young man with brown hair smiles and soothes him by cutting off his clothes with a knife. His clothes are covered in blood and he must cut them off in order to avoid infection and see the wound clearly.

Fortunately, there are a lot of dead people now, 3,000 people out there, 800 casualties. Had it not been for five years since the Carmelo Medal of Merit was introduced, they would have fought for the country, for themselves, for their families. I'm afraid this army would have collapsed a long time ago.

But okay.

Better than Kerall thought, Kerall underestimated his enemies and underestimated the chiefs of the round table knights on his side. Kerall has been plotting to win many victories for himself, based on weakness, strength and weakness. In his mind, "preserving the greatest strength to defeat his opponents with the least loss” is the most important thing, and instead, the infantry and navy he carries with him are engaged in war with this kind of thinking and tactics.

The disciples handed down to Kerall were “supremacists of interest”, but that meant that the two armies he carried with him had never touched hard.

This is just the first hard war with so many casualties, countless hard wars await them in the future, you have to work hard.

John, slightly hypoxic by the vein, was suddenly unconscious and the doctor could easily operate, but the doctor with brown hair shook his head and stood up gently.

The other side was stabbed with a Romanian sword and the wound dived a little. In his experience, the child must have dodged or blocked the other side with a shield.

But even so, the sword rubbed his kidney and stabbed him, and it was hopeless.

In today's medical environment...

“What's up, Michelangelo?” Keralwen's voice came from the side.

“Teacher…” The young man with brown hair is one of Keiral's disciples, the head of the medical department, Michelangelo.

“What's wrong with him?” Keiral is not a god, and he doesn't look at the narrow wounds and know what the other person is doing, but Michelangelo's actions appeal to him.

“The kidneys, cut open, the internal bleeding is unstoppable.” Michelangelo said that he was a well-nurtured doctor in Kerall's decade, naturally knowledgeable in anatomy, and that made Kerall shake his head softly: “I'll do it. ”

“Teacher, please stop.” Michelangelo opened his arms firmly and stopped Keiral: “Have you considered the consequences? Internal bleeding definitely consumes more magic than normal healing wounds! It's like cancer!!” Kerall's disciples know, of course, and it is particularly clear, that the wounds of this internal hemorrhage cannot be saved in the present conditions, unless Keralkan uses great magic to heal each other, and that this direct healing of the origin through human life is almost equivalent to healing cancer at a level that consumes a great deal of magic!

“You are very irresponsible in this situation!” Michelangelo said out loud, "What if the other wizard suddenly attacks you without magic, and no one here can stop her, and what about the casualties? Because you saved a soldier?” Michelangelo did not even refer to Merlin as a [sage] rank, but was directly referred to by [the other magician], and it was clear that Merlin had completely lost hope of her people in Camelo.

The soldiers around them were still angry that the doctor would not treat people as if they were stopping the wise adults from being cured, but when they smelled the most critical problem, they were silent. After all, if they said that more people would die in the future for this necessarily dead guy... anyone would count for this addition or subtraction.

“No, I have a better, more magical way to save. Wake him up.” Kerall said calmly.

Michelangelo, who had almost 100% confidence in Kerall, did not hesitate to wake John up for a moment.

“Son, I have two choices for you right now.” Kerall grabbed each other's hands, although they were four or five years apart at most, but the huge gap in identity was enough to ignore the name - don't forget that young priests in foreign countries were even able to caress the heads of the Six-Second Old Men to call their children because they represented God, the Father, the same person, at a time when Kerall represented the country and the name was correct.

“Yes, my lord the wise.” He grabbed Kerall's hand as if he grabbed a life-saving straw.

“First, we give up on you, just heal your external wounds, and we won't do anything about it. ”

“My lord...” John was anxious to speak, but Kerall reached out and stopped him: “And then the second thing: I tried my best to help you, but the way to treat it would be painful... can you stand the pain? ”

“My lord, I am willing to trade my pain for the future.” After John is a knight, he speaks at least much more than the average peasant son.

“Good.” Kerall pulled a spear out of the dirt and placed it next to his mouth: “Bite him for your tongue. ”

John, with sweatballs on his forehead, did not hesitate to bite because his kidney function began to fail and his whole body was shaking.

“I'm starting.” Kerall lifted his sleeve and revealed his wrist, whiter than a woman's, and then inserted three fingers from each other's wounds without hesitation...

The wound on the other side was a Roman sword stabbed in with a wave-shaped wound, narrow inside and wide, very lethal, but once Keiral's fingers were inserted, he let John shake and his teeth squeaked, which was too hard to bite the wooden rod to make matcha sound between the wood and the teeth.

The people next to me looked at the toothache, let alone John.

The other side's blood runs out like a fountain along Kerall's penetrated fingers and arms, but Kerall doesn't even wrinkle his eyebrows. Three fingers spread out and slowly grasped each other's kidneys.

Visceral organs, which are not solids, but semi-coagulated, like jelly, they can be squeezed, and if you don't open the abdominal cavity in general, you can't find the viscera, but Kerall, with his familiarity with the human body, begins to scrutinize it in detail, and it all takes a very fine amount of kung fu and fast speed —— at a bleeding rate like John's, he dies in less than 30 seconds!

Death from excessive blood loss or pain!

“Found it," Kerall said softly in the twelfth second, letting the nervous crowd suddenly collapse on the floor as if it had drawn all its strength.

In fact, it's like they see themselves in John, and at this point, Kerall won't give up on John in danger of dying, so Kerall won't give up on them in the future!

The three fingers were lit with white light, and John's belly was clear to see the light slowly becoming stronger and darker.

John's bleeding stopped when Kerall pulled his finger out.

It's a magic equivalent of a single treatment for trauma, and it's completely insignificant for Kerall today.

“Hooray! Long live the wise!!” The warriors next to them suddenly raised their spears and roared, and the excitement was self-evident.

“Long live the wise!!” The hustle and bustle in the city is not for John's life, but for his own future!

“It turns out... there are other ways!!” Keiral acted as if he had opened another door to Michelangelo, his eyes flashing blindingly, strangely bright - chilling. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)