Life, or living, is not a matter of course.

It would be very hard, very hard, and it would take some luck.

Zhang Hongzheng knew this since he was a child, especially when he was ten years old.

That year was May 3211, in Shengwu.

To the southwest of Nangongling Great Wall, Leshan Village, the westernmost end of Beichuan Prefecture, Zhang Hongzheng's hometown.

The largest flat-bottomed glutinous yard in the village has been occupied by a wide high-arch building.

The wide and ventilated windows and the compartment-like roof allow the sunlight outside to shine as much as possible, but it still cannot drive away the tragic atmosphere of the sadness. Dozens of beds were lined up, and soldiers were covered with blood, some were incomplete limbs, and some were wrapped in strange moss and vines. Mows and wails came one after another. Several doctors and doctors in the army and the Taoist sect who rushed over to help were sweating like gyros, but they were still too busy.

An old military doctor in his fifties had just dealt with a seriously injured person whose hands were smashed by heavy objects, and then trotted to the next person next to him with moss covered in wounded man.

He took out a spell and adjusted his breath and opened it. Then a fire turned into a palm, and then he pressed it on the wounded. The wounded immediately burst out with a wave of fire and air waves.

The fire flashed by, and the moss on the wounded were burned into ashes, but most of the clothes were burned, and the skin became a charred, red and swollen half-mature state. There were still a few sparks left on the hair and the remaining clothes. The old military doctor turned around and ran to lift the bucket beside the wall, but found that it was empty inside.

"Where is the water?

Where is the water?"

The old military doctor looked around and shouted loudly.

"Is there anyone else who can help?"

"The water is coming!"

Zhang Hong was carrying two half buckets of water and ran over.

The old military doctor took a few steps and snatched a bucket from him, raised his head and dripped it all over the wounded, finally extinguished the flames on his hair and clothes, and washed away some of the gray and black on his skin.

The wounded, who had been silent, only then let out a long breath and began to moan. The old military doctor put down the bucket, took a few breaths, shook his head helplessly, and then took out a talisman from his arms. This time the talisman turned into a blue light and slowly descended to wrap the wounded. Then he slowly wandered around the wounded's body, and the old military doctor's hands were pressed on his chest.

Zhang Hong couldn't help but curl his lips when he was watching. Generally speaking, wood poison needs to be removed by using the Fire Taoist method, but this old military doctor's technique is a bit wrong. The talisman just now was a bit too hard. Not only did the wood poison be eliminated, but even the people were half cooked. At this time, the talisman of the Jishi Sect should be used to heal the burns.

However, Zhang Hongzheng only saw a lot and knew what was going on. It was impossible to let him do it. He was a ten-year-old child who had only practiced a few positive Qi fists and could not even inspire the lowest talisman.

Zhang Hongzheng looked around and pointed at a wounded man next door and asked, "This person who has a parasitic branch should be amputated as soon as possible. If the wood buds spread to the torso, there will be no help."

The wounded's feet looked like two potted plants, covered with dense green branches and tender buds. At first glance, it seemed to be a little springy, but when you look closely, you can find that the tender buds were all burping through the skin and growing from the flesh and blood. The branches and leaves on the feet and back are the thickest. The skin just drilled out near the shin, and the signs of bulging just below the knees. It seems that these branches are beginning to spread from bottom to top.

The feeling of these branches growing in the flesh was obviously extremely uncomfortable. The wounded frowned and his expression was distorted, but his temperament was firm and he tried hard to hold back his moans and screams.

"I know! But I'm too busy!"

The old military doctor glared at Zhang Hongzheng, and his hand was still pressed on the wounded man who was burned by him with the fire talisman, controlling the flow of blue light.

"The wounded came down too many times this time, and it was not enough for you, the adults in the village to recruit all the staff."

"Or I'll help."

Anyway, it's just cutting a foot."

Zhang Hongzheng rolled up his sleeves.

"Little devil, are you okay?"

The old military doctor glanced at Zhang Hongzheng.

The people near the Great Wall Front have been used to seeing swords and blood since childhood, but Zhang Hongzheng looks only about ten years old, and it is still a bit incredible to be able to amputate people.

Zhang Hongzheng ignored the old military doctor and poked the wounded who was frowning and patient with his hand, and asked: "Uncle, the doctor is too busy. Can I help you saw your feet?

Now these parasitic branches are still under the knees. If I wait until they grow above the knees, my hand strength is not enough to keep my thigh bones.

If these things grow on the butt.

Uncle, you can only cut your butt together.”

The wounded opened his eyes and said hard: "Okay, then please help me, brother."

"Okay, uncle, please bear with it."

Zhang Hongzheng turned around and went to the medicine cabinet next to him to find a marching pill that could relieve pain and bleeding. The bandage and a knife for amputation were specially used. After feeding the injured person to the elixir, he tightly tied his thighs with a bandage, then took a roll of bandages for the injured person to bite it in the mouth, then bowed and washed his hands in the bucket below, and then pointed the knife at the wounded's knee and cut it.

The blade specially tempered with the Golden Stories quickly broke the skin almost like cutting tofu. However, when it was cut into the edge of the joint cavity, it still felt obvious resistance when it touched the wounded tendons. The tendons that had been trained for a long time and nourished by the warrior's vitality were thick and tough as old cowhide soaked in oil. Zhang Hong was cutting and cutting the handle of the knife and sweating profusely. Finally, with the sharpness of the blade, the injured leg was cut off from his knees.

"Huh, it's so dangerous, it's finally done."

Zhang Hongzheng dropped the knife and let out a long sigh of satisfaction, wiped the sweat from his forehead, but did not notice the blood that was directly wiped.

When I threw it on the two broken legs next to me, tender buds have already emerged from the bloody section. It can be seen that if I really slow down, these things will extend to my legs.

However, looking at the wounded wounds that were scattered like a ball of rotten rags, Zhang Hongzheng secretly stuck out his tongue again. This was actually the first time he had really used a knife for someone. He just relied on the work he had helped Zhang Butcher Zhang for a period of time and cut a lot of pig trotters. He also saw many doctors who were amputating the injured for first aid and amputation. He felt that they were all the same, so he was confident to ask for help on his own initiative. But he still couldn't help but start.

Looking at the wounded again, his eyes turned pale. I don’t know when I fainted from the pain. The pain-relieving injury pill was of limited effect and could not stop Zhang Hongzheng’s severity and violent cutting.

"Ah, this, the rest of the bandage is only waiting for you to come."

Zhang Hongzheng took out the Jinchuang medicine and applied it to the knee section, then spread his hands and announced that he had done everything he could.

"Okay, little guy."

The old military doctor nodded. Although he was doing something a bit messy, at least it seemed that the life of the wounded soldier was saved. Those who were qualified to be the Great Wall defender must at least have a certain level of cultivation. As long as you take out the fatal secret wound and apply medicine, you will be fine.

Zhang Hongzheng's eyes turned and asked again: "Then my group of people are serious auxiliary workers. At least I have to count as one or two spiritual sand today, right?"

"You little devil!"

The old military doctor glared.

As an auxiliary soldier of the Great Wall defender, he is an important deputy to the villagers living near the Great Wall. Children like this who fight usually just throw a few grains of spiritual sand after meals. One or two spiritual sand is usually the price of serious adults in a day.

But thinking about it, this is not a payout for yourself. Now is the time when people are short of people, the old military doctor waved his hand impatiently.

"Okay, I'll tell the captain later, go to other places to help."

"Okay."

Zhang Hongzheng grinned, washed his hands and wiped his face with the remaining water in the bucket, and ran away with the wooden bucket.

"Zhang Hongzheng! Come and help!"

A fat old lady, big and thick, walked in with a wheelbarrow, which was filled with a large basket full of mixed grain steamed buns and cassava, and was steaming.

"It's time to eat!"

Zhang Hongzheng shouted, threw down the wooden bucket and rushed over. Regardless of the blood on his hands, he picked up a hot mixed grain steamed bun and blew it, then stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

The steamed buns were freshly released not long after they were released. They were full of elasticity of gluten and solid and mellow grains. It was rare to have a piece of half-fat bacon in the middle. The salty aroma of fat and wheat aroma spread in the mouth, which made people feel salivation. Zhang Hongzheng swallowed all the meat of a steamed bun that was bigger than an adult fist in just two mouthfuls.

With a bang, before Zhang Hongzheng could recall, he was slapped by the fat aunt on his head: "Little devil! I asked you to help with work and divide steamed buns, but I didn't ask you to help me eat!"

"How can I have the energy to work if I don't eat?"

Zhang Hongzheng replied with a serene remark, and then helped to divide the steamed buns and cassava to the doctors and the wounded here. Most of the doctors took it and put them in their mouths in two mouths, trying to finish them in the shortest time. Some of them were really not available in their hands and signaled Zhang Hongzheng to put them aside, or simply put them in their robes before eating when they had time.

"I have injured so many soldiers, it seems that the monster that has been missed this time is quite powerful."

After dividing the steamed buns and cassava, the aunt did not panic and left. She leaned against the wheelbarrow at the door while eating cassava while sighing at the wounded soldiers in the room.

"Um.

This happens once or twice a year.”

Zhang Hong was holding a remaining steamed bun next to him and gnawing.

"You know what a fuck."

The fat aunt sighed, her face becoming heavier.

"When I was young, it was still very quiet here. Everyone would go to help the Great Wall deliver things and move stones during the slack farming season. During the slack farming season, some military men who were free of charge would come to help.

Now this place has become a forefront for treating wounded soldiers.

The monsters in Jianmuli are becoming more and more powerful, and more and more people are swimming across the sea."

Zhang Hongzheng said oh. He was still young after all, and it seemed like this was the case in his memory. The troops nearby patrolling the coast often encountered monsters coming across the sea. After the battle, the wounded would rest and treat in the nearby villages. Occasionally, some monsters would be found near the villages. The brave and skilled villagers would gather to hunt low-level monsters to obtain spirit stones, but more of them turned into the monsters' on-the-stop meal.

"I heard that the master of the prefecture also felt that there was no longer any residence here, so we all moved in."

“Moving inward?

Are you leaving here?"

Zhang Hongzheng was stunned. Although he was an orphan, he had grown up in Leshan Village since childhood. This place was his hometown, and every tree and every tree was familiar and difficult to give up.

But after thinking about it, he nodded.

"It doesn't matter. You can make a living anywhere. The monsters here are really too dangerous. Fatty Wang's father went to pick up firewood last month and wasn't he going to waste his life?"

The fat aunt spit out a mouthful of cassava skin in dissatisfaction: "What are the nonsense about the little ghost?

We have lived here for almost a lifetime, where else can we go?

Let the village chief beg the city lord, the Great Wall defenders to the north, and let them send more military men to guard it, and life will be the same."

"Not good!"

A shrill shout came from the distance outside the door.

Zhang Hongzheng and the fat aunt looked at him, and several people covered in blood were running towards the place, and the villagers on the way stopped and watched in shock.
To be continued...