Chapter 753: The victory

A flagpole more than ten feet high fell to the ground, and the four big words "Fu Xingdao" fell down. When it fell to the ground, it was pulled away by a medical officer who happened to pass by. The young medical officer flirted with it for a moment, and it seemed that he was still alive.

It still fell like garbage, and I was muttering in my mouth that the brocade material was too slippery and did not absorb water, so it was useless to use it to wrap the wound.

"Clothing, find some cotton to wrap it with it!"

The young medical officer boarded a big cart and shouted, Min Zhuang, who was cleaning the battlefield around him, looked at a silver thread on his collar, and did not dare to question a silver bean, and was in big boxes with all his hands and feet.

After searching, a short while, I took out brand new cotton coats. Sigh, the military officer cut the cotton coats open without hesitation and tore them apart. By midnight, the wounded screamed and screamed in pain gradually calmed down.

Go down.

Li Jihe leaned against a door panel, watching the dozens of injured people in the tent fall asleep, and felt proudly in his heart. He touched the collar of the red white military uniform, and wiped the collar with a silver thread and a silver bean shiny.

According to the Liaodong military system, he was a major official with a very high military rank, almost on par with the officials of each battalion, and had a high status. Li Jihe never expected that he would become an official when he was young and went out of the pass and joined the army, and he would soar all the way.

Become a high-ranking official.

Major official is already a promising intermediate general in the Liaozhen army.

Li Jihe thought in his heart that he could be an official should be because of his grandfather's beauty. His grandfather was Li Shizhen, a famous doctor in Nanjing. He served as a magistrate of the Imperial Hospital, but he left Beijing sadly after only one year. The rest of his life was hardworking.

He compiled a masterpiece of pharmacy, Compendium of Materia Medica. This compendium of Materia Medica was compiled in the 21st year of Wanli. In the 20th year of Wanli, his father Li Jianyuan came to Beijing to present a book. He was full of confidence and wanted to become a doctor in the world.

At that time, Emperor Shenzong of Wanli personally approved, saying, "The book is kept and the Ministry of Rites knows."

My father was full of confidence and stayed in Beijing for half a year, but there was no further information. He wanted to go to the Ministry of Rites several times, but he had no way out, and there was no further information after several years. His father Li Jianyuan had to return home in disguise himself and publish his own capital in Nanjing to publish a book and publish it all over the world.

He spent his whole life fulfilling his grandfather's ambitions, but he encountered walls everywhere. After a few years, his father's passion gradually became cold, and he finally accepted the order of miscellaneous studies and not entering the elegant hall.

What is medical books? Miscellaneous studies? How can miscellaneous studies be compared with famous Confucianism? It is absurd!

However, just two years ago, the Compendium of Materia Medica, which was published for the third time in Nanjing, was appreciated by a noble person. He invested in the publication of 50,000 copies of Compendium of Materia Medica, making this great medical work famous in Jiangnan and fulfilling the wish of a famous doctor Li Shizhen.

This nobleman is the head of Nanjing Hanshe, a female middle school student, Mrs. Wang Yue. Mrs. Wang, is very famous in Jiangnan. Everyone knows the background of Hanshe and Wang Yue.

The descendants of Li never thought that the masterpiece of Compendium of Materia Medica was the leader of a military leader outside the pass.

Li Jihe was finally a young man. He packed up his clothes and took some money to join the army outside the pass to repay his kindness. So he got the position of major. His father and uncle left Nanjing before the New Year, and it was time to calculate the day.

Ji He slapped his sore calves, his heart pounding. With the prince's emphasis on the purpose of Materia Medica and his appreciation for the descendants of the Li family, is the Li family going to have branches and leaves in Liaodong?

Thinking about his thoughts, he heard a cry of pain, and came to his senses. It was a group of women in the tent that made a hurting person.

Li Jihe stood up and complained: "Can you not be lighter? You have also killed the living people."

More than ten young women looked pale, and they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Mr. Jun."

"Mr. Jun is kind!"

More than a dozen women of similar age knelt down and begged for mercy. Li Jihe was panicked and a little embarrassed.

Touching his nose, the young medical officer snorted majestic: "Leave a few hands and feet to take care of the injured, and go and decoct the medicine for the rest."

More than ten women hurriedly kowtowed a few times, stood up and bowed, shivering in line to get out of the tent. Li Jihe felt soft and finally felt a little unbearable. He cursed viciously in his heart. It was all the women from good families who were ruined by the bandits.

No one, no ghost, most of them have to become monks and sisters. Taking these women in the military medical team is considered a daily good deed, which is better than becoming monks and sisters. Looking around, there are women and boys in the camp of injuries.

This made another good deed.

As for those injured bandits, there are also several half-dead bandit leaders.

Li Jihe thought viciously in his heart, "Die early and reincarnate early, do you want to treat these evil people?" The young master has no time to do it!

Late at night, on the city wall.

Wherever Macheng's vision was, there were devastated eyes. There were too many corpses outside the city that could not be buried one by one, so they could only ignite the fire and burn it in large quantities, making the smoke rolling everywhere. Beside him, Fu Zonglong burst into tears as he looked at the tragedy in the world.

, The Liao generals below Macheng had no expression on their faces and their hearts were as hard as iron stone. The soft emotions in the generals of Liao Town were wiped out as early as the ten-year battle, and the only thing left was a tough one.

Deathful heart.

Fu Zonglong cried for a while and fell asleep, and was rushed away by his followers.

On the city wall, the torches were left, and only iron men in big Red Army uniforms, expressionless faces, silent as if dead. The iron men cast by steel were tall and heroic, silently staring at the piles of burning flames,

Swallowed the ferocious corpses of women, old men and boys, and young men and women.

After a long time, Ma Chengfang said hoarsely: "What did the other end of Yansui Town say?"

After silence, only Ni Yuanlu replied softly: "I have urged you several times. The baggage and grain team is crossing the river. Tomorrow at noon, two thousand stones of miscellaneous grains and five hundred boxes of food can be safely reached in Tianshui."

Ma Cheng's lips moved a few times, and finally said calmly: "Divid some food and provide relief to the young and strong first."

The torches were flying, and the crows were silent. Ni Yuanlu said respectfully: "Abide by the order, and the lower part will save you the elderly, the weak, the women, and the boys can only endure it."

Ma Cheng's heart is full of ancient wells, his heart is like iron stone, and he cannot save this chaotic world of Ganzhou and Shaanxi without being hard. Hundreds of thousands of mouths are waiting for food. He transported grain from outside the pass through thousands of miles, and the supply logistics is difficult to keep up. The difficulty of war

It is harder than going up to the blue sky, it is not the romance and snow that everyone sings. When sleepy comes, I am about to go down to the city wall to rest, my feet are shaking slightly, and a fire dragon is coming from the northwest.

In fact, a large group of light cavalry returned to the camp. Soon, dozens of cavalry held up torches and stood up the Sun and Moon Army Flag to report the victory first.

The Liaozhen Light Cavalry was fifty miles northwest and intercepted more than 800 elite cavalry from the bandit leader, who were good at fighting, but none of them escaped. They all hung their heads on the horse's neck, asking for me. The torch was hounding, and a burst of fire broke out on the Tianshui City Wall.

The laughter, and only such good news can make the generals of Liao Town, who are as heart-like as stone, move and laugh.
Chapter completed!