Chapter 1605

"I know, I know!"

At this moment, the first-aid training provided within the troops came in handy; although this was Shaoyin's first time putting it into practice with a real life at stake, fortunately, the troops conducted assessments every few days, so he hadn't forgotten, and he began to work in a flustered, hurried manner.

After pressing the water out of the lungs and performing artificial respiration, several cycles later, Shaoyin was exhausted, and it was difficult to exert force on the raft, but fortunately, the result was good; the Soldier's spontaneous breathing gradually recovered, and before long, he woke up.

Although it wasn't clear under the moonlight, one could guess that his face was likely purple from when he had touched it earlier.

At this time, that Xuanyuan Tribe Soldier also gradually recovered, and he explained: "After I was pulled into the water, I blended in with the people from their Xingtian Tribe; anyway, they couldn't tell who was who at that time."

"Afterward, I wanted to find an opportunity to get on a raft, but you all weren't distinguishing between people either, stabbing at anyone you saw, so I didn't dare to come over, and I just slowly swam to the side; that was when I saw this brother, and by then he already looked like he was done for, unable to float."

"If his hair hadn't been tied up, and if not for his Leather Armor, I really wouldn't have been able to confirm he was one of your people; I saw that no one from the Xingtian Tribe was watching us at the time, so I pulled him and swam downstream, and then I saw this piece of wood in the water and got him onto it; I pulled him as I swam downstream, otherwise I really wouldn't have had the strength."

A Xuanyuan Tribe Soldier asked in confusion: "Why didn't you pull him to the bank? There were no Xingtian Tribe people on that bank, and it wouldn't have mattered if you went up there."

"Go up there, my ass; this Boshui doesn't look wide, but I had no strength left, and I was still pulling a person like this, so I could only drift downstream; when I was tired, I could hug this wood, so at least I wasn't afraid of drowning, but how could I have managed to swim across?"

"Besides, there was this brother; even if I had made it to the bank, how would I have brought him back? I couldn't carry him on my back, and it didn't take much effort to keep him in the water."

Shaoyin hurriedly stopped the two from arguing: "Alright, alright, brother, you saved our man, I have noted this; after we return, I will speak with our King, and there will certainly be a reward for you then."

That Xuanyuan Tribe Soldier, however, looked indifferent: "Reward, my foot; didn't you Huaxia people save my brother too? He was slashed once, and you all saved him back; although he won't be able to hold a Knife in the future, at least he is alive and can go back to farm later; just for that, since you saved my brother, I can save your brother."

Shaoyin felt moved in his heart, thinking that the King's policy of treating the Xuanyuan Tribe equally at the time was indeed correct; at this critical moment, it could be seen that if it weren't for this Xuanyuan Tribe Soldier, his brother would likely have become a floating corpse by tomorrow.

However, many brothers must have died in the water, but there was no way to count the numbers now because some Soldiers had followed Yinglong; he only knew the approximate number of people who had remained on the rafts at the time, but he did not know the exact figure, and everything would have to wait until they returned to be tallied, but saving even one was, after all, a good thing.

Although that Xuanyuan Tribe Soldier refused the reward Shaoyin mentioned, Shaoyin did not say he would just let it go; he untied a Small Knife hanging from his belt and handed it, along with its sheath, to the Xuanyuan Tribe Soldier: "This is a personal gift from me to you; thank you for saving my brother."

That Xuanyuan Tribe Soldier could refuse other things, but this Small Knife truly tempted him; after all, it was produced by Huaxia, and a small Iron Knife was not only precious, but you couldn't even trade for one if you wanted to; how many were there in the entire Xuanyuan Tribe?

"But, doesn't your Huaxia forbid trading these Weapons? Won't you be in trouble if I take it?"

Shaoyin directly slapped the Small Knife into his hand: "Rest assured, we don't allow the trading of such standard-issue Weapons, but this kind of Small Knife is no problem; it is just a Small Knife for you to cut meat or whittle things, it doesn't even count as a Weapon, and besides, this is a personal gift from me, not a trade; even if our King blames me, it is my responsibility, you don't need to worry."

"Really, it's really okay?"

"It's okay, feel free to take it; I don't know how much of the grain or cloth from the reward I applied for will end up in your hands, but I can guarantee you will have this in your own hands, and I will also tell your Tribal Chief."

"Then I will accept it?"

Shaoyin reassured him again: "Take it, brother, thank you for saving my brother's life."

"Small matter... small matter."

Seeing this scene, which Xuanyuan Tribe Soldier could not be tempted? To save a Huaxia person and actually receive such a generous gift; they all wished they could see a drowning Huaxia Soldier in the water right now so they could jump in and save them.

The rescued Huaxia Soldier had heard everything, and he felt moved in his heart, slowly taking Shaoyin's hand: "Regimental... Regimental Commander, thank you, I will return a Knife to you for this."

"We are all brothers, why say such things? Being alive is the greatest good thing."

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After drifting slowly for a long time, they finally arrived at the place where they had originally gone ashore; this was already behind the Huaxia camp, as the Huaxia base was kept far away from the Boshui precisely to avoid such water-borne sneak attacks.

Xuanyuan had returned, and Yinglong had returned, but Shaoyin had not, and Baifeng could not help but be anxious; not to mention that Shaoyin was someone he had his eye on as the future successor to the Huaxia Ministry of War, but also because he was the son of a brother he had watched grow up; even if Xiong had many sons, if Shaoyin died here, he would not be able to face Xiong upon returning.

Yinglong was greatly alarmed, and then said quite shamefully: "I, we retreated in a hurry at the time, and the banks of the Boshui were full of Xingtian Tribe Soldiers, so we couldn't get across and didn't notify Shaoyin and the others to retreat; he... he..."

In such a situation, what could Baifeng say? Yinglong hadn't done it on purpose; the battlefield situation changed rapidly, so it required the ability to react quickly enough.

"Trust Shaoyin; he should know how to get away."

Baifeng called Hun over: "Go take two groups of people; one team to go ahead and provide support to see if Shaoyin went ashore early, and then arrange another group to wait and provide support at the place where they entered the water."

After receiving the order, Hun left immediately; the camp at this time could be said to be brightly lit, because there were too many wounded and they still had to calculate the battle losses.

Xuanyuan was originally quite excited because this battle had been fought quite brilliantly, dealing a heavy blow to the Xingtian Tribe; Xingtian no longer had the strength to oppose them.

But the matter of Shaoyin added a touch of worry to him; he wasn't worried about Shaoyin, but about the grain, as the seized grain was still on Shaoyin's raft, and if it were recaptured by Xingtian, then the results of this battle would be cut in half.