Excessive blood loss and severe low temperatures both torture Fajeev. On the contrary, the penetration injury in his chest was not worth mentioning. He injured his right lung lobe with a gun. The injury was serious but not fatal.

The consciousness was blurring little by little, his lips were pale, and his whole body emitted a breath of dead bodies. The hallucinations formed in his mind, and his voice began to pass by like a slide.

Father, mother, childhood... He was the bully of the campus when he was a teenager. The most beautiful girl was pressed into the straw pile...

Later, he became a military academy career, and then he continued to be a nobleman and his own hard work, and he rose all the way. However, the stagnation period finally appeared after he was appointed as a major general at the age of 40.

From the plains and forests of Western Europe, to the war-torn Crimea, then to the Caucasus region to garrison, and finally transferred to the Central Asian Plateau to assist Aguber in training troops to invade Xinjiang.

Year after year, the genius when he was young was actually forgotten by the empire... No, no, no, it cannot be said to be forgotten. After each mission, he and his army can receive the Tsar's commendation order, and even he has received several gold medals.

The Tsar did not forget him, and Moscow did not forget him, and his tasks were completed one by one.

Why can't he improve his official title? Why is he getting farther and farther away from Moscow? Is it really just the old men in the military who are jealous of the virtuous and capable?

Fajev couldn't understand that it had been six years since he was 40 years old and he had been in this position for six years.

"After this damn war, I should be able to get a long vacation...I'm going back to Moscow, I'm going to see His Majesty, I'm going to figure out why..."

When his consciousness was blurred, he had only one thought, but at this moment he had already felt the soul leaving his body, and the cold feeling disappeared, and replaced by a stream of warmth.

"What is he talking about? What exactly is he talking about...morphine! Large doses of morphine stimulate! Hurry up..."

Morphine, a strong analgesic extracted from opium, was extracted from the laboratory in 1806 by French chemists, and from the moment it was born, it was a widely used first aid drug.

But it is undeniable that this drug is too expensive in this era. In the era when large-scale industrial production has not been studied, morphine can only be extracted in a small amount in the laboratory.

"Who would give me such expensive medicine? My adjutant does have a pack in his hand, but I don't know where to throw it..."

Suddenly, a stinging pain was swelling on the inner side of his thigh, and then a warm feeling surged all over his body. The near-death experience instantly dissipated, and the cold feeling and the stinging pain of the wound disappeared, and his spirit was cheered up at that moment.

When he opened his eyes, a heroic young man appeared in front of him. Fajeev subconsciously wanted to do it, but when he moved his waist, he found that he had no strength at all.

"Who are you? Your military uniform is very different from all Chinese. Why do you have nine golden stars on your shoulders? What is your military rank?" Farjeev asked.

The person who came was Xiao Letian. The nine Venus epaulettes were created by Italian fashion designers. The Chinese military uniforms chose Italian and Prussian fashion designers.

The number of nine people respected by the Chinese people is Xiao Letian, the only one who can have nine-star eaves in the Chinese race. Moreover, the Chinese Code has clearly stipulated that the nine-star eaves are unique to Xiao Letian. Even the commanders of the Chinese race who succeeded them a hundred years later can only wear eight gold stars.

"I'm very bad in Russian when translating his words!" Xiao Letian nodded and said to the translator beside him.

There are four accompanying translators, all of whom are old friends who have been doing business with Russians all year round, so that they can greatly avoid the translation's tongue.

"I am Xiao Letian! The Chinese Prime Minister, report your name and military rank..."

Fajev's eyes lit up suddenly, and he subconsciously stood up. This was a dialogue with the commander of a nation. He had to respect and not lose the national prestige of Tsarist Russia.

But there was too much blood loss. After struggling twice, Xiao Letian said to his medical staff, "Check his blood type, extract blood from the officer's preparation blood bank... Give him another shot of morphine and help him do it!"

"Two piles of bonfires are not enough, add two more piles, and prepare hot water and charcoal basins..."

The darkness before dawn was the coldest, and the temperature is at least minus 19 degrees Celsius or even above twenty degrees Celsius. Such weather can't even bear the strong men who are not injured, let alone the wounded.

There were two large individual soldiers' backpacks behind Fajeev, which allowed him to sit up barely. The extra shot of morphine made him more excited. A group of white-clothed soldiers were busy comparing their blood types. Soon a bottle of plasma in the insulated box was injected into Fajeev's body.

Fajev looked at everything silently, and he suddenly sighed and whispered, "I never expected that the Chinese army was so advanced, you had such a powerful medical power, and your equipment was so well-equipped..."

"I'm not as good as you! You broke all my old impressions of the Chinese before..."

"Translation! What is he talking about?" Xiao Letian asked, and soon the four translators told Xiao Letian the whole story.

Xiao Letian pulled a horse stool for himself and sat next to Fajev. At this moment, the soldiers had already connected the windproof curtains in sheepskin. Xiao Letian and Fajev were surrounded in the middle, and there were only a few medical staff accompanying him besides the translation.

"Let's get straight to the point! You should know why I want to save your life. It's important to me to be alive!" Xiao Letian said.

"Haha...yes, of course I know what you want me to do. You need me to order all Cossacks to stop resisting and accepting your captives? You also hope that a living I can be the best bargaining chip on the negotiating table, right?"

Xiao Letian nodded, "You are very smart, this is exactly what I want, but this is what you need most now! Give up, you have run out of ammunition and food, and if you persist, you will die of freezing and starvation..."

"Do you know what the prisoners said the most on the way I came? I beg for food from us... Haha, the elite Tsarist Russian Cossack cavalry actually turned into beggars begging for food. It's really a mockery!"

Fajeev's face turned red, maybe it was because of anger, maybe the blood transfusion had already taken effect.
Chapter completed!