Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 344 Chapter 345 The True Identity of the Mummy
Seeing the enemy go far away, Lu Xiongshen turned back to find the main force without haste.

He murmured in a low voice: "Some things are true and some are false, there are some falsehoods and some truths in the words, what I said is beeping, just to make you confused and helpless."

Outside Pushan Town, all the heroes are looking forward to Yang Fan's return.

Detouring in the forest and rushing for hundreds of miles, they finally caught up with the troops before dawn.

Seeing Yang Fan appearing, Wu Qi, Bian Dan, Lei Yuanyuan, Wu Wengen... came around with concern.

After exchanging pleasantries with everyone, Yang Fan asked, "How many people came back this time?"

Wu Qian: "Thirteen thousand, I guess there are still many lost in the deep mountains and old forests."

Yang Fan: "How many wounded are there? I mean the ones who have completely lost their mobility."

Wu Qian: "One thousand and two."

Yang Fan looked at Wu Wengen, "Can Wu Wengen fight?"

Wu Wengen said firmly: "Yes!"

Yang Fan said seriously: "We broke out and escaped. If we fight back at this time, the enemy will be most unexpected. Do you dare to bring elite soldiers and stab him back at the carbine once?"

Wu Wengen: "This plan is feasible, and I will do it right away."

Yang Fan instructed: "Wait for me to finish. Our morale is not good now, and the soldiers are generally exhausted, so the number of people in this surprise attack will not benefit too much. You listen to my arrangement: Wu Wengen, Bian Dan, Lei Yuanyuan, Lu Xiongshen, Chen Bu Three, Chang Le, Liu Ben, and Liu Bai, you each lead five hundred, disperse and hide, and use messengers to communicate." (Liu Ben was Yang Fan's subordinate in Hulugu when he left the island, and Liu Bai was the head of the bodyguard hired in Jiancheng door, the two work together to manage Jianghu Tong.)
People take orders.

Wu Wengen wondered: "Our strength is weak, will this arrangement..."

Yang Fan explained: "The core of guerrilla warfare is flexibility and mobility, not competition with others. Before you gathered together, it seemed safe, but it was easy for the enemy to find traces and speculate premeditated plans. The sense of security that the number of people brings us is the most important thing." It is the greatest danger, it is like we give the enemy three punches and five punches, and they will not fall, but we are punched by the enemy, which can kill us half of our lives. Don’t you think so?”

Everyone seems to be thinking, and seems to have realized something.

Yang Fan clenched his fist and said, "Look, this is the enemy's fist." Then he clenched the hand of Yang Tielan, who was unconscious in his arms, into a fist, "This is our fist."

"Our fists are not as strong as the enemy's fists, so why not publish them? The more teams we have, the more tired the enemy is to find, chase, and speculate on us. Although we are more dangerous individually, our overall safety factor is lower. Improvement. For example, if Wu Wengen harassed the enemy, he ran away as soon as the enemy chased you, and then he stabbed the enemy’s buttocks. If the enemy chased you, he still ran. If you feel that you can’t beat them, then don’t sneak attack, take the enemy away from the group, and then gather and wipe them out. In short, it is to stretch their front line, tire their soldiers, make them restless to eat and sleep, It’s not safe to go to the toilet.”

Everyone listened with gusto and couldn't help applauding.

Yang Fan pressed his palms and signaled for silence, "When the enemy perceives our danger and closes together, then we will use the scissors, assassinate and assassinate, lure the enemy to pursue, lure the enemy into the pit, and then work together to strangle them."

Wu Wengen praised sincerely: "Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books."

Yang Fan said: "Reading without thinking is reading a lonely life. After reading a book but not thinking about the rules of everything in a down-to-earth manner, it is useless even if you read it for a lifetime. Have you seen an interesting phenomenon? Why do peasants wear clothes when they go to the fields? All of them are short-leg pants and rough clothes? Why are their clothes often yellow-brown? Have you observed it? Have you thought about the reason here?"

Everyone was ignorant, and the monk Zhang Er was completely confused as to why Yang Fan said so well.

Yang Fan hugged the unconscious Yang Tielan, looked around the crowd, and said, "Do you think I'm a bit off topic when I say this suddenly? Haha, you'll understand after listening. Why do peasants wear shorts and rough clothes? Because It is convenient for work, why are you keen on yellow-brown? Because it can be integrated into nature."

"Have you not found the link between what I said and what we need to do? Take a closer look at the color of the military caps you are wearing?"

Everyone took off their khaki military caps and were amazed for a while.

Yang Fan: "Look at the colors of our surroundings. Are there greens, browns, and khakis... Fighting in this environment, you wear knight-errant gowns, so it's inconvenient to run for hundreds of miles? You wear black, white Are the red clothes easy for the enemy to find you?"

Everyone suddenly realized that they couldn't help admiring Yang Fan's wisdom as deep as the sea, and the admiration for him could be seen in their eyes.

Yang Fan: "War is never just a contest of force, but a contest of wisdom and culture. Now go back and pass on my words, and urge everyone to dye their colorful clothes into khaki, and change their robes into leggings." Pants, believe me, our strength will increase by one layer."

Everyone readily agreed and dispersed.

Seeing that everyone retreated respectfully and politely, Yang Fan couldn't help but smile with arrogance.

Unexpectedly, the mummy kicked out suddenly, cursing: "Why are you laughing, why are you in a daze? Why don't you treat us quickly? Even if you don't care about my life or death, you have to care about the life and death of your mother-in-law."

Yang Fan smiled embarrassingly.

In fact, Wu Qian had already arranged the room, but the conditions were mediocre. After all, it was a group of superpowers squeezed into a tent. Fortunately, the tent was divided into two layers, inside and outside.

Yang Fan was hit with a knife on his back, and Wu Qian volunteered to apply the medicine himself, but Yang Fan couldn't help it. After grinning his teeth, he put on a bandage and was half naked.

Yang Tielan had a big lump on her head, but she was unconscious, but there was no other abnormality.

The mummy lay down on the wooden board, and fainted from one side of his head. This ability of self-control is also gone.

Quiet yelled, pulling Yang Fan to check with tears in his eyes.

For the first time, Chen Busan sat in front of the mummy, sighing, hesitant to speak.

The mummy's straps were untied, revealing the soft hedgehog armor inside. It is believed that the soft hedgehog armor was responsible for saving the mummy's life.

But the bullet was fiercer than that of the white tiger. Looking closely at the mummy's wound at this time, the fresh meat turned out, the bullet penetrated into the flesh, revealing a little butthole, and the wire was deeply embedded in the wound.

Yang Fan was amazed: "What a fierce man, with such a wound, he can still run for so long. The key is that he can control where he faints."

Quiet: "Can it be saved?"

Yang Fan: "It's not a big problem."

Jing Jing: "Then save people quickly."

Yang Fan couldn't help but said, "Prepare me a brazier, needle and thread, dagger, alcohol, gauze, and Yunnan Baiyao."

Items arrive quickly.

The flower pot was placed beside the mummy, Yang Fan took out a knife to disinfect, and the mummy on the hospital bed unknowingly revealed its true face under the toasting of the flames.

Just as Yang Fan was about to perform the operation, the scalpel in his hand fell to the ground with a "jingle". Yang Fan looked at the mummy in surprise, and softly shouted: "Grandpa? Grandpa!"

Yes, the mummy has exactly the same face as Yang Fan's grandfather Yi Busi.

Yang Fan looked at An Jing, then at Chen Busan, his eyes filled with doubts.

Jing Jing: "Master does not allow me to tell you."

Chen Busan sighed, "Save people first, and explain to you later."

Yang Fan lifted his spirits and concentrated on completing the operation.It's not that Yang Fan's medical skills are slack, it's really exhausting all night, and he has an injury on his back. In this state, it's really hard to say that surgery is handy, and it's easy to grasp.

After intense concentration, the exhausted Yang Fan sat down on the chair beside the hospital bed, "What's going on?"

Chen Busan: "Why don't you go to bed first? I'll tell you the truth after I've rested?"

Yang Fan: "Second Grandpa! Do you think I can sleep?"

Chen Busan sighed and said, "But this story is a bit long."

Yang Fan: "That's a long story short, we can talk about the details later."

Chen Busan faltered and said: "Alright then! Where do we start?"

Yang Fan asked, "I'm not an orphan, am I?"

Chen Busan: "You are right, you are indeed not an orphan. But this topic is not easy to start."

Yang Fan closed his eyes and rested his mind, waiting for Chen Busan to clear his mind.

Chen Busan cleared his throat, "Many, many years ago, in a medicine garden of the Condor Empire in Dezhou, a female slave gave birth to a pair of twin brothers. One of them was called Yi Bu Si and the other was called Yi Bu Nian."

"Because their mother was a slave girl of the Han family, and their father was a guard of the Han family, they were born slaves. They ate leftovers from the master's house and stood outside the school of the master's children waiting for the little master to finish school. From a very young age, they need to lie on the ground and have their masters ride on their backs to amuse them."

"They want to change, so they learn secretly. They learn Chinese characters from their parents, learn knowledge secretly outside the little master's school, and learn pharmacology in the medicine garden."

"One day, my elder brother couldn't stand being bullied by others and committed suicide. In the middle of the night, my younger brother dug up his graveyard. After some first aid, he miraculously saved his life."

"Guess what? It turns out that the pair of brothers have studied the phenomenon of suspended animation a lot. They believe that suspended animation can be controlled and adjusted through the Dadu Channel at the back of the neck. That's why my brother tried desperately."

Yang Fan looked at the mummy lying unconscious on the bed, and asked, "Brother committed suicide not just to study the phenomenon of suspended animation, right?"

Chen Busan smiled and said, "Of course not."

Yang Fan: "Why is that?"

Chen Busan: "Because my elder brother couldn't bear the humiliation, he wanted to make himself disappear through death, and then share an identity with his younger brother."

(End of this chapter)