The matter of selecting a hundred generals has become a trivial matter.

Xia Houxuan didn't have any thoughts, and he would not embarrass Yang Zheng on such a matter. He just nodded and agreed.

Yang Zheng accepted five kilograms of gold, and the resentment in his heart dissipated a lot, so he handed it over and left.

After leaving Xiahou Mansion, within a few steps, the sky was covered with thick clouds, and in less than half a stick of incense, a heavy rain came down.

Yang Zheng thought about finding a roof to hide from the rain.

However, the streets were full of disabled soldiers, some struggling in the mud and some moaning softly.

That kind of moaning was feeble, but heartbreaking.

In an instant, Yang Zheng's heart twitched twice.

As soon as a soldier with a broken leg climbed under the eaves, several sergeants rushed out of the house, yelling and scolding, beating and kicking them, and then drove them into the rain.

The moans turned into cries.

Intermittent, extremely penetrating power.

Even the heavy rain can't cover it.

There are internment camps in the army.

But with more than 100,000 troops, 40,000 to 50,000 civilians, a disastrous defeat, and countless wounded, the small town of Wugong was simply unable to take care of them.

All matters in the army, large and small, were controlled by the Yongliang army.

Limited resources naturally take care of them first.

Cao Shuang and Xia Houxuan both became clay bodhisattvas, and Zhongjun also became a stepmother, living with their tail between their legs.

Xia Houxuan has a high reputation, but he is also aloof and unable to see the tragic situation below.

The wounded soldiers in the Chinese army were left to fend for themselves.

People who come from the lowest level in this world regard their fate as nothing.

Yang Zheng clenched his fist several times and put it down again. He could only lower his head, walked through the rain alley, and left in a hurry.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves. Now I must have registered in Guo Huai's heart. If he offends him, he will die or shed his skin.

Xia Houxuan was able to save himself back then, but now he may not be able to.

While he was thinking about it, his feet were suddenly tied and he almost fell.

When he looked closely, he saw a wounded soldier lying in the rain.

Yang Zheng sighed in his heart and stepped forward to help him.

When he turned over his body, he suddenly saw a familiar face - Zhao Deng!

It was actually Zhao Deng.

His body was extremely hot, and there was a shocking wound on his left calf, which seemed to have been penetrated by a spear, tearing the muscles and bones, leaving only a piece of skin sticking to it. The wound was badly rotten, with pus and blood flowing out.

Yang Zheng was surprised and sad at the same time.

He abandoned himself that day, but he didn't expect that the end would still be so miserable.

"Mother...mother..."

Zhao Deng was completely confused and could not murmur clearly.

Yang Zheng was stunned for two or three seconds. It was impossible not to have a grudge in his heart, but could he have survived by following him?

He just made a choice following his heart.

Not everyone can be as loyal as Linghu Sheng.

After pondering for a moment, I sighed in my heart. After all, I couldn't leave him behind, so I carried him on my shoulders.

Looking back at the alley, there are wounded soldiers everywhere.

Some people have already resigned themselves to their fate, staring at the sky amid the rain with their eyes wide open.

And some people ended their lives with rusty swords...

Yang Zheng quickened his pace and hurried back to the small courtyard given by Cao Shuang.

Chun Niang was sitting on the steps, looking at the raining sky in a daze.

Seeing Yang Zheng's arrival, a look of joy immediately appeared on his red face. He quickly brought a raincoat over and put it on Yang Zheng, "Master."

Yang Zheng put down Zhao Deng and reached out to touch his forehead. It was very hot.

"Do you know where the doctor is?"

Chun Niang was not surprised at all by Zhao Deng who was seriously injured, as if it was commonplace, "There is a veterinarian in the west of the city."

"Veterinarian?" Yang Zheng's face jumped twice.

Chun Niang lowered her head, as if she was a little afraid of the scars on Yang Zhengzuo's face, "The general conquered Shu, and all the blacksmiths and carpenters nearby were recruited."

Yang Zheng sighed, why not poke a few transparent holes in Cao Shuang's body?

Let this guy also have a taste of the great sword of the Shu army.

The battle to conquer Shu is over, but the pain it caused may take a long time to recover from.

In the current situation, we can only treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"A veterinarian will be a veterinarian."

Chun Niang put on her coir raincoat and left in a hurry.

Yang Zheng checked the wound and found that the calf could not be saved.

Not long after, Chun Niang came over with an old man who was lame and carrying a cane.

When he handed over his hand, Yang Zheng found that his thumb was missing, and he immediately felt unreliable.

The veterinarian noticed where Yang Zheng's gaze was and smiled sadly, "Last year, the general called for craftsmen, so the little old man did two stabs himself."

It turned out that he committed suicide to avoid military service...

"Sir, please hurry up." At this point, there is no room for picking and choosing.

The veterinarian entered the room and glanced at Zhao Deng on the soft mat. He was not too surprised either.

He neatly took out a cloth bag of knives of various models.

He also ordered Chun Niang to boil a basin of hot water and put the knife in it to soak.

The posture was no different from that of later generations of surgeons.

The veterinarian was directly promoted to a doctor in Yang Zheng's mind.

Suddenly it occurred to me that the pinnacle of ancient medical skills seemed to be in this era.

Hua Tuo scraped Guan Yu's bones to cure the poison, and also wanted to perform an operation on Boss Cao's head, but Boss Cao's knife clicked his head.

The medical sage Zhang Zhongjing also passed away just over 20 years ago.

Yang Zheng held Zhao Deng down while the veterinarian cut and cut again and again with skillful movements. Zhao Deng was in a semi-conscious state and did not feel much pain.

Occasionally he struggled, but was held down by Yang Zheng.

In about half an hour, the amputation surgery was completed.

The veterinarian applied medicine and bandaged it carefully.

He was so busy that he was sweating profusely, "If the fever subsides tomorrow, I can use some medicine and I will be able to survive."

The remaining half of the sentence was left unsaid, and Yang Zheng also knew that if the fever did not subside tomorrow, he would have no choice but to wait for death.

Yang Zheng wanted to give him money, but he didn't expect him to leave with half a bag of wheat.

After resting for a while, Chun Niang cooked two bowls of wheat rice.

As Yang Zheng ate, he found it tasteless and difficult to swallow.

I don’t know how the ancients could stand it.

Immediately, I thought of the wounded soldiers struggling in the rain. They didn't even have anything to eat, let alone rice.

Seeing the rain stop outside, Yang Zheng suddenly had an idea.

Since the level of medical skills in this era is pretty good, why not save more people?

And he also has some money on hand.

If you want to survive in this era without being trampled to death like an ant, you must have a certain level of strength.

In fact, wounded veterans are rare elites who have experienced life and death and have rich combat experience.

Of course, it is not all out of profit considerations, but as a traveler in the civilized world of later generations, I really cannot tolerate the tragedy that is about to happen before me.

Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

Even if things don't work out, you can still accumulate some negative virtue.

From the perspective of a later generation, there really is God's will somewhere in the world.
To be continued...