Liang Qiu grabbed the hilt of the knife and looked at the eyes of everyone looking at him. Suddenly, he felt a sense of fear and could not do anything. This is what they live and die together on weekdays. Should they explain it to him one by one?

"If you want to do something, hurry up, or surrender, just waste your time like a sissy." Cheng Zhenbei rode on his horse, held a big axe, separated the crowd, and shouted.

"You have to care? You can't say a few words before the time comes?" Liang Qiu suddenly became angry and shouted at Cheng Zhenbei.

"Don't be slutty, you have a one-on-one fight!" Old Cheng never suffered this anger, and he immediately retorted, his defeated general and turned against the sky.

"If you fight alone, you will fight alone. I'm afraid you won't be able to do it?" Liang Qiu was frustrated tonight. In addition to slashing Zhang Daqiu, he was basically avoiding the evil dog's mace. He hoped to prove that his force was definitely above the first-class level.

"Okay, but I can't fight for nothing. I won. You all surrendered. How about it?" Cheng Zhenbei just didn't want to do his best. Sun Yu wasted such a lot of effort just to get a living and get information so that the special camp will deal with Jing'an Department in the future.

"Okay, but if I win, I stay and let them live, how about it?" Liang Qiu knew that as the leader, he would definitely not be able to get rid of it. Yang Qifeng, who had fought before, was also riding on the tall horse and staring at him.

"I agree." Sun Yu promised that since Lao Cheng was willing, he would believe in his strength.

Liang Qiu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. In front of everyone, Zhenhai Hou personally promised that it was still trustworthy. He took the long sword from his subordinates and was ready.

"Get out of the way!" Old Cheng shouted loudly, shook the reins hard, and the horse under his crotch jumped out.

"If you don't care, how can you fight on a horse?" Liang Qiu was confused and then shouted angrily, "How can you fight?"

"Talk-up! How can't you ride a horse?" After Lao Cheng said that, he bent down and chopped Liang Qiu with an axe.

Liang Qiu rolled on the spot and narrowly avoided it. Lao Cheng turned his horse's head and continued to charge. Liang Qiu also thought about attacking the horse's legs, but with Lao Cheng's arms length, after bent down, the big axe could touch the ground. As long as he dared to stay under the horse, he would definitely die.

Liang Qiu started running, avoiding while looking for opportunities. As for where the opportunity was, I don’t know yet.

"I, Lao Cheng, don't bully you, I can deal with you even if I get off the horse." After chasing for a few times, the Liang man did have a few tricks. The small-scale movement was very fast, but he couldn't do anything to him.

Liang Qiu was panting and rested quickly. This strong man seemed rough, but in fact he was full of scheming. Now he was exhausted, and now he was dismounted and he might not be able to escape.

Although he could not dodge, he could not resist Lao Cheng's ferocity. After half a stick of incense, Liang Qiu was chopped away by Cheng Zhenbei with an axe and a knife and a man.

"grown ups!"

"Sir, Lord Si!"

The subordinates ran over quickly and placed their hands under his nose. Fortunately, they were still breathing, but they just fainted.

"Everything is easy. I'll lose my weapon first. Do I want to fight the wheel?" Lao Cheng was sure to start the move. It seemed to be full of lethality, but at the last moment, he turned aside and saved his life for the other party. Since the bet was over, it was time to fulfill the contract. They even grabbed the weapons in their hands, which made them annoyed.

A group of Jing'an killers looked left and right, and had no choice but to throw the knife to the ground and leave it to fate.

"Hey, that, what do you want to do? Holding the arrow so tightly is also a weapon, throw it out." Cheng Zhenbei felt much more relaxed when he saw that he could earn some rewards.

"General, this is not mine." Wen Bohu saw Cheng Zhenbei pointing at him with a big axe, with a look of conscience on his face.

Qu, he dared not pull out this, and it hurts to death as soon as he moves.

"It's not yours, it's also a weapon, throw it out." He dared to talk back, and Lao Cheng took the big axe and went over, preparing to give some more colors.

"General, this is the Marquis's master. His little leg was shot through, so I dare not pull it out." Wen Bohu felt wronged. He didn't want this thing either. Your Marquis cumed in.

"Well, it's okay, someone will treat your injuries later." Lao Cheng was a little embarrassed, now he was pretending to be big.

"Person Yang, I'll leave it to you here. I'll go back to bed first." Sun Yu yawned and prepared to go back to Zhenhai Marquis' Mansion. The tent full of holes would definitely not be able to sleep.

The gate of Quanzhou City has long been closed, but Sun Yu and his party are unobstructed.

"Tell me, your identity." After tied up the Jing'ansi members one by one, Yang Qifeng walked to Wen Bohu and squatted down and asked. From the conversation between this person and Cheng Zhenbei just now, Yang Qifeng could hear that he was not only afraid of death, but also pain.

"Hmph, don't think so." Wen Bohu turned his head. He had so many brothers who died at the hands of the other party tonight, and he would not surrender no matter what.

"You have to figure out that you are here to assassinate and were captured after a mistake. If we were not going to kill you, where would you be resentful?" Yang Qifeng felt a little funny.

"I won't say anything, it's in vain." Wen Bohu thought, it was true that they came from afar and ran thousands of miles away, and they couldn't blame others.

"Take it serious?" Yang Qifeng stretched out his finger and bounced it on the arrow twice.

"Ah~ah, it hurts!" Wen Bohu's hands were tied behind his back. He complained in pain, but he couldn't stop him.

"Why have to endure this hardship? If you don't say it, others will say it, right? Why don't you ask for it under the Three Trees?"

Yang Qifeng raised Wen Bohu's legs, and the tail of the feather arrow hit the ground, and the dark red residual blood slowly fell.

"What do you want to do?" Wen Bohu's heart was beating wildly, and he had a bad premonition.

"Help you take out the feather arrow, hold on, I press it down hard for a while, and the arrow shaft will pass through quickly. Then, I will thrust it hard again. As long as the speed is fast, the feather should not fall into the flesh." Yang Qifeng comforted seriously, as if he was very experienced.

"Why don't you turn off the arrow and then pull it back?" Wen Bohu was almost crying. The feathers at the tail of the arrow fell into the flesh, and it must be rotten. The leg must be finished.

"That doesn't hurt enough. Actually, I'm thinking that if I press it slowly, it should be even more painful. What's so scary is that life is worse than death. If I don't cooperate well, this leg will definitely not be able to be protected." Yang Qifeng didn't believe it, and he couldn't break through his psychological defense.

"My name is Wen Bohu, Deputy Commander of Jing'an Division." Wen Bohu struggled for a while and finally gave up. He knew that he could not bear it. Since he was going to say it sooner or later, why bother to suffer that? Keep your leg first.

"Where is that? Yang Qifeng is very satisfied. Everyone can live a more comfortable life when they are honest. Why do they make it so bloody? He is not a bloodthirsty pervert.

A trace of struggle flashed in Wen Bohu's eyes. Liang Qiu's identity was too sensitive.

"Come on, carry this Deputy Captain Wen to my tent, and I want to take care of the wounds for him." Yang Qifeng stood up. Once this man spoke, he couldn't hold back. It's easy to ask him to speak now, as long as he gives a little kindness, he can do it.

"I said, I said, how about I hire a doctor?" Wen Bohu was shocked and thought that Yang Qifeng would draw arrows for him like before.

"Bah, coward!" I thought that the killer of Jing'ansi was quite disdainful of Wen Bohu's behavior. A man should be tough if he is a real man.

Be a little angry.

"What's wrong? Even ants are still living secretly. Only by knowing the current affairs will you be a hero. Since this brother, since he just put down his knife and surrendered, don't be a tough guy. Otherwise, let you do a three-day torture first? Keep it safe if you die or not, and bite your tongue." Yang Qifeng walked over and said to the person just now. Everyone is almost the same. If you want to survive, why bother laughing at him? It really ruined his affairs. Some of them are just a way to deal with them.

"I, I..." This man was speechless and wanted to be a tough guy, but when he thought of three days of torture, his scalp was numb.

Yang Qifeng asked them to take them all down and detain them first. As for Wen Bohu, he took them directly to his tent.

Although the battle lasted for a long time, his tent was intact. Yang Qifeng lifted up the bedding and asked someone to tie Wen Bohu to the bed, otherwise he would definitely not be able to deal with it in a while. Ye Luoxue, who was following him, brought over an exquisite wooden box and handed it to Yang Qifeng.

"Luoxue, you go out first and let them boil some hot water for later use." Yang Qifeng took the wooden box. It would definitely be messy here in a while. After all, he was shot through directly. Fortunately, it was not on the big blood vessel, otherwise the gods would be unable to save it.

"Can you really treat the injury?" Wen Bohu saw Yang Qifeng open the wooden box, and there were all kinds of small knives inside, gauze and golden sore medicine. This posture really cured his injury.

"We are away all year round, and it is inevitable that we will be injured. We often cannot find a doctor. This is not just to learn to do it by ourselves and it is also convenient to cook wounds. This technique is learned in medical camps, which is a little better than ordinary doctors." Yang Qifeng took scissors and cut off the trouser legs below Wen Bohu's wound and threw it away. Then he leaned against the wound, cut the back of the arrow shaft, and cleaned the burrs at the fracture.

When the hot water comes in, Yang Qifeng soaks all the tools he needs in hot water and takes them when they need to use them later.

Grab the tweezers, grab a cotton ball from the alcohol bottle, and wipe it repeatedly near the wound. Even the last bit of arrow rod exposed outside is wiped with alcohol. According to the Marquis' theory, there are small insects nearby. If they are not cleaned, they will easily penetrate into the wound and cause ulceration.

The slight coolness brought by the alcohol made Wen Bohu's tense nerves relax a lot, and he suddenly felt a little sleepy.

Yang Qifeng pinched the arrow with his hand and thrust it suddenly. With his hands and blinking, he took out the broken arrow.

“Ah~”

It was not until the alcohol was poured on the wound that Wen Bohu realized, and he struggled desperately, but the tied up was too strong, but it was just futile.

Yang Qifeng signaled, and his subordinates grabbed the leg of the trouser he had just cut, rolled it up twice, stuffed it into Wen Bohu's mouth, and let him bite it.

"It wasn't me who tortured you on purpose. The cleaner I wash now, the greater the probability of you surviving." Yang Qifeng used tweezers to open the wound and cleaned it carefully. When it comes to cleaning the wound, there are not many medical camps that are better than him.

Wen Bohu bit the rag tightly, sweat beads rolling on his forehead, and every breath became so long. He kept praying in his heart, letting all this pass quickly.

Maybe it was the ancestor of the Three Pure Land, or maybe it was the Buddha, and I don’t know which great god seemed to hear his prayers. Yang Qifeng finished cleaning the wound and began to sprinkle golden sore medicine on the wound.

"It hurts so much." Wen Bohu spitted out his torn trouser legs. He was injured before, and the most painful time was when he applied medicine. But after experiencing the pain just now, he no longer cared about the pain of taking medicine.
Chapter completed!