C1657 rescue (1/2)

Excessive loss of blood and severe hypothermia tortured Fajeev, but the wound on his chest was not worth mentioning. One spear had injured his right lung, and although it was severe, it was not fatal.

His consciousness slowly blurred. His lips were already pale, and his entire body was emitting the aura of a corpse. An illusion formed in his mind, and his words began to pass through his mind like a slide.

Father, Mother, Childhood … He was the campus bully from when he was a teenager. The most beautiful girl was pressed into the pile of straw by him …

After that was the military academy. He had to go on with the title of nobility and his own hard work to achieve a meteoric rise. But the period of stagnation finally came when he was forty years old and had appointed a major general.

From the Western European plains and forests, to the raging Crimea, then to the Caucasus region to guard, and finally to the Central Asia Plateau to assist Yaqub in training and invading Xinjiang.

Year after year, the geniuses of their youth were actually forgotten by the Empire … No, no, it couldn't be said to be oblivion. After each mission, he and his troops would receive a reward from the tsar, and even received several gold medals.

The tsar had not forgotten him, Moscow had not forgotten him, and his mission had been accomplished.

Why can't the official title improve? Why was he getting farther and farther away from Moscow? Was it really just those old men in the military that were jealous?

Fajeev couldn't understand, it had already been six years since he had levelled up at the age of forty. He had already been stuck in this position for a whole six years.

”After this damned 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 find out why... ”

While his consciousness was blurring, he only had this thought. However, at this moment, he could already feel his soul leaving his body. The cold feeling had disappeared and was replaced by waves of warmth.

”What is he saying? Just what was he talking about … Morphine! A large dose of morphine! ”Quick, quick, quick …”

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

But it is undeniable that the drug is too expensive in this era, and that morphine can only be extracted in small amounts in the laboratory in the absence of large-scale industrial production.

”Who would give me such a precious medicine? ”My aide-de-camp does have a packet, but it's been lost for a long time …”

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the inside of his thigh, and then a wave of warmth rushed through his body, and the near-death experience dissipated in an instant, the cold feeling and the pain in his wound gone, and for a moment his spirit was lifted.

Opening his eyes, he saw a valiant young man standing in front of him. Fajeev subconsciously wanted to do something, but when he moved his waist, he realized that he did not have any strength left.

”Who are you? Your uniform is different from all Chinese's. Why do you have nine gold stars on your shoulder? What's your rank? ” Fajeev asked.

The person who came was Xiao Letian. The nine golden stars were the creations of an Italian clothing designer. The Chinese military uniforms were designed by Italian and Prussian clothing designers.