Fei Sheng immediately felt relieved. He stood up and came to help Fletcher Shen pick up snow from the mountain. But when he leaned over, he found something strange about Fletcher Shen's right arm. He looked along the cuffs of Fletcher Shen's sleeves and found that Fletcher Shen's entire right hand was shaking.
Fletcher Shen's fingertips were covered in sticky blood. Just now, Jida almost broke his fingers. He suddenly stopped at this moment. This kind of trembling was something he couldn't control. But he couldn't show the slightest pain, because the cavalry had just suffered a heavy blow, and the guerrillas were beaten by Jida in public, and their brains were splattered. Fletcher Shen had to stabilize his morale at this moment and not continue to fall.
"Master, master..." Fei Sheng called anxiously.
"The rear is already gathering bandits to reorganize the escort team." Fletcher Shen carried a blue handkerchief with him, but he was reluctant to use it to wipe the blood. It was something he took from Casper Xiao. He continued, "Tell the Libei Iron Cavalry to take off their helmets. Don't panic. With the bed crossbows at the back, the other side is just a turtle in a jar."
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