"I heard that Uncle York’s old injury has recurred, so I specially came to see it!" Surdak said to Old York

Old York braced himself up from his bed and said to Surdak, "When you are old, those hidden wounds in the battlefield will always recur in rainy and cloudy days. You young people may feel a little stuffy in this tent, but you can’t see the wind."
Surdak turned to Boqiang and said to Old York, "This is Little Duck, my best friend. He is good at treating some pains. That’s why I brought him here to see you. Maybe he can help you."
"I know you, young man. You’re Duck. The young man who came back from the battlefield has been fighting bravely with the second team recently." Old York’s sharp eyes are full of physical strength and oppression
Boqiang has a feeling that it is like a big violent bear staring at himself.
"Uncle York, don’t think Little Duck is rude. He just can’t talk." Surdak said to Old York.
Old York just looked back and stretched out his hand to reveal a muscle in his linen robe, and raised his strong arm. This is the arm with a flesh-red scar extending from the elbow to the back, which looks like a claw mark.
Bo Qiang can almost imagine the tragic scene when the old York was injured. The arm must have been scratched with a deep bone wound. Although the wound has healed now, the meridian of the old York arm has been cut off and left a dark wound, which is not easy to recover.
"This was when a ghost in the misty swamp was fighting and was cut by its bone sickle. It almost ruined my arm, and I put out his soul fire. I made its skull into a wine glass. This is it …"
Said the old York casually pointed to the bed next to a bone glass.
Boqiang didn’t expect that someone would actually make a skull into a wine glass, and he felt that the golden apple wine in his hand also had a rotten bone and mildew smell.
He casually put the glass on the side table, and then held up the arm of Old York with one hand, narrowing his eyes slightly, and lit seventeen nodes in his body to let them release the light golden sacred breath. Now Boqiang has been able to manipulate this magical breath at will. He guided the sacred force to the palm of his hand, and a light golden awn spread from the palm of his hand and penetrated into the arm of Old York a little.
At this time, old York stared at Bo Qiang and said, "Magician?"
"Uncle York, he’s not a magician. The other day, when the aborigines were fighting, they awakened their magical talent. The Bacary swordsman said that Little Duck could sense the sacred magical elements. At that time, he wanted to bring Little Duck to Bena’s swordsmen’s regiment." Surdak felt quite proud every time he talked about this.
York stared at Boqiang as if he were looking at some kind of rare treasure.
At this time, he suddenly said, "It’s no wonder that Surdak was able to hunt evil spirits in the forest with the second team. We mid-team leaders had always wondered where you guys came from, and you dared to put all your savings into one basket and buy magic scrolls to slay evil spirits. It turns out that this young soldier in your team is a double major in magic and martial arts … hum!"
Jin Mang, a strong hand, touched the old York and injured his arm. Old York immediately shut up and there was a trace of pain in his face. The endurance of veterans like him for pain had already exceeded the human limit. At this time, it was because of the rainy weather that the recurrence of old injuries increased a little, which made him unbearable.
Next to Surdak, he quickly asked, "How is Uncle York?"
Although Boqiang found that his divine power has a certain self-healing ability, it is still unknown whether it has any effect on this old injury
When Surdak heard that Old York had a recurrence of his old injury and could hardly move in his tent, he decided to let Bo Qiang come and try it.
Bo Qiang thinks it’s better to make "God bless the body" for old York to alleviate his physical pain. When the effect of "God bless the body" disappears, it’s almost time to clear up in the rainy days in the mountains of Daer.
Surdak still hopes to try Boqiang’s divine power. Although I don’t know the effect, such as injecting sacred breath into Old York, I still have some reactions.
Bo Qiang felt that the sacred breath was melting some induration of old York’s body, and the shape of these induration was exactly the same as the scar on his arm. As the induration of old York’s arm gradually melted, old York’s face slowly eased, and before he knew it, old York actually fell asleep …
Chapter 11 Old York
Although he passed the reserve knight examination, for Surdak, this is only the first step on the road to becoming a knight.
To become a knight, Surdak needs to enter the regular knight college for three years, and he also needs to upgrade his warrior level to level 10, which means that Surdak must let himself understand the’ potential’ and be promoted to a soldier.
And it is precisely this that is difficult for several soldiers to cross a gap.
The reason is that it is difficult for many soldiers to understand the "potential" in their lives. Understanding the "potential" does not depend on the efforts made the day after tomorrow.
Baron Sidney told Surdak that the "potential" is actually the condensed spirit of soldiers’ perception of fighting. Only those with strong spirit can easily realize their "potential" …
Baron Sidney is still very satisfied with Surdak’s recent performance. Baron Sidney is a knight with a turn. Recently, he has always chosen to personally order this new member of Surdak. Baron Sidney has also taught Surdak two kinds of fighting skills.
……
Old York was sitting naked on a square stool, and a maid wiped his sweat clean with a wet cloth. He had some experience and looked at his arm. The scar on his arm was as ugly as a centipede. In the last week, it was visible to the naked eye, and the speed was fading a little, leaving a dark wound and recovering quickly.
And it all comes from the young man in front of me …
I don’t know if Little Duck is lucky or Surduck is lucky. Just saved this young man on the battlefield, Gensoul Ducker has undergone earth-shaking changes in the recent period. First, he became the second squad leader, then he became an excellent team capable of hunting evil spirits, and finally he was selected by Baron Sidney as his cronies, waiting for himself to remove the position of squadron leader. Surdak will become the youngest squadron leader of the 57th Heavyweight Infantry Regiment.
To tell the truth, old York is really a little sad.
I have been mixed up with the army for most of my life and want to return to a normal life. I feel that life is so strange to me and I have a strange fear.
And I will discharge the post of squadron leader of the sixth squadron for physical reasons.
My body is like an old broken clock. All the clockwork gears have rusted and all the screws are loose. The pendulum may stop at any moment. This body can no longer withstand the devastation of war. That is why Old York will apply to Count Mondego for dismissal and return home.
Count Mondego also fully understood this. Count Mondego suggested to Old York to find a quiet town in the western part of Bena Province and enjoy the last time.
Not only that, Count Mondego also gave the old York a maid with him, so that he could take care of the old York on his trip home.
But it happened that at this time, old York found himself suffering from these ailments, and little Duck treated them carefully and slowly recovered his hands, which were almost unable to lift the knight’s sword, and became steady and powerful again. But it happened that he had to say goodbye to this military career at this time …
Old York stretched out his hand and patted Bo Qiang on the shoulder. He smiled at Bo Qiang and said, "It’s really hard for you this time!" "
Bo Qiang always feels that old York’s smile is full of bitterness. Shouldn’t he be happy when he’s healed?
Bo Qiang made a gesture to Old York, please help keep this secret.
Old York nodded slowly and said, "I know that once this matter goes out, I’m afraid you will be forced to join the Duke’s swordsmen’s regiment. No regiment needs talents like you, and you will live a luxurious life, but you will probably lose your most precious freedom."
It never occurred to Boqiang that Old York said these things.
He is afraid that when he wakes up one day, he will find that the tent is lined with wounded soldiers waiting for treatment. Every day, from opening his eyes to closing his eyes, he will always be able to save the wounded. When those things become his own life department, this is the most terrible thing.
Eyes from the old York maid behind the white lotus root round arm passed Boqiang hurriedly bowed his head, maybe it was a long stay in the military camp. When looking at a woman, it always takes strong willpower to take his eyes off her body. Her skin is as white as milk, and her big eyes are as blue as a pool of water. Although her waist is a little thick, it does not affect the aesthetic feeling at all …
Bo Qiang felt that he had better leave as soon as possible.