He Xuefeng turned the horse's head and saw that there were only six cavalrymen left behind. He felt a pain in his heart and almost fell off the horse. Of the three hundred brothers, only seven were left.
The remaining servants were all injured, and their clothes and armor were stained with blood. He Xuefeng's hands couldn't help shaking, and lines of blood flowed from his little finger, dripping onto the sand.
"Rest for a quarter of an hour and bandage the wound." He Xuefeng knew that now was not the time to feel sad. The horse was already running and foaming at the mouth. He had to rest. If he ran again, the horse would be dead.
The seven people dismounted, helped each other take off their armor, and hid behind a sand dune. They began to help each other and sprinkle gold sore medicine on their bodies.
Screams came one after another. These golden sore medicines were sent by Uncle Dingyuan's caravan. Before the war, Uncle Dingyuan's caravan used camels to transport supplies, mainly medicines, to the expedition troops in the four towns.
Because Yang Fan knows that the most valuable people in the army are veterans. Especially veterans who fought bravely and were treated and recovered after being injured. Most of the new recruits are cannon fodder when they go into battle.
The mortality rate from injuries and illnesses is extremely high in this era.
In a battle, if there are 10,000 casualties, only 2,000 may be killed, and the remaining 8,000 may be injured. However, in the following days, among the injured, because there is no effective way to fight the infection, the number of casualties will be reduced.
Colds and sepsis will kill half or even 90% of these people.
Weapons of this era contain a lot of bacteria.
Many of the swords of the Ming army were improperly maintained and contained rust, which could easily cause tetanus. However, the swords of the Mongols were still kitchen utensils and tableware. They used them for chopping meat and eating. They did not clean and sterilize food residues carefully.
Although oil and grease prevent rust, they can also breed a large number of bacteria. Even if the wound is cut, even if it does not hit the vital point, it can easily lead to wound inflammation and infection.
Before the war, Yang Fan sent his own camel team to deliver alcohol and gold sore medicine to the four towns for wound disinfection. He also provided brochures on simple first aid on the battlefield, such as wound sutures and cotton gauze dressing methods after boiling in boiling water and drying.
, citing boiling water, etc.
It's a pity that the alcohol was directly consumed by the animals in the four towns as wine, and they kept shouting about the good wine.
Only the golden sore medicine remains.
This was Yang Fan's massive purchase of Chinese medicinal materials before the war and his local preparation according to the prescriptions of later generations of Yunnan Baiyao.
Yang Fan persuaded Chongzhen to set up the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and recruited many big names in traditional Chinese medicine, who also played a great role. Now the pharmaceutical factory under the institute has become the first pharmaceutical factory of traditional Chinese medicine in the Ming Dynasty.
"Fengtou, this white medicine is really effective. Just apply it and it will stop the bleeding immediately. It's just that it kills so much. It hurts so much." said a strong man with a big beard.
He Xuefeng said: "This is the medicine sent by Uncle Dingyuan before the war. One tael of medicine costs one tael of silver. How dare you buy it so expensive? Do you think it can be used well?"
"Why, it's so expensive," the bearded man trembled. His military salary was only five cents a month. This bamboo tube medicine was his two months' salary.
He Xuefeng said: "Uncle Dingyuan is the Ming Dynasty's favorite protector of soldiers. He said that wounded soldiers are the most valuable asset of the army. These medicines are all given away for free. It's an advantage for you animals. Hmph!"
Suddenly, several people started talking excitedly. They had all heard that Uncle Dingyuan’s servants were treated very well. Even when the capital camp was in his hands, the treatment had doubled several times. All kinds of benefits were also enviable to them.
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He Xuefeng looked at the sun and said, "Feed the horses some soybeans and drink some water. It's time for us to continue setting off. This place is too close to the battlefield, and I'm afraid the Mongols will chase us."
This place was not far from Ding'an. They had only mounted their horses and ran thirty miles when they encountered Ding'an's Ye Bushu.
At this time, Bunuo and Wu Rigendai looked at the corpses under the morning light, and they also understood. They had been tricked by He Huchen.
They didn't break out from here at all, because the number of dead bodies was only about 300. Although they were well-equipped and well-trained, everything became clear at dawn.
In the pursuit last night, they ran for more than seventy miles. Now they are far away from the battlefield. Moreover, the horses have been running all night and must rest immediately. Otherwise, the horses will be wasted.
Wu Ri was so angry that he immediately broke his riding whip.
There is no doubt that He Huchen sacrificed his own servants and cut off his tail to escape. The army ran away from other directions.
After resting for a day, the Mongolian army returned. At dawn, they finally arrived at the starting point.
Wu Rigendailai looked at the sidecar camp abandoned by the Ming army, as well as the materials and baggage everywhere, and even armors, shields and other heavy equipment. His eyelids twitched.
This old guy He Huchen is really ruthless.
At this time, the three Nayans who stayed behind felt uneasy. This morning, they first discovered that the sentry in the gully had his neck wiped silently. Then, they discovered that the Ming army's camp was empty.
Wu Rigeng replied that at this time, Na Na could not think of it. In order not to make any noise, they alerted the defenders on all sides. They crawled out from the shadows. These people only brought sabers and threw away everything else that could make a sound. Even
All the armor was thrown away.
The armors of this era were all made of pierced armor, and the armor plates made a squeaking noise with the movement of the body. They would also make noises when they encountered rocks or other objects while crawling. In order to hide themselves, these Ming soldiers all wore cloth and crawled away from the bottom of the ditch.
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"Pursuing them, they are infantry. Two legs cannot outrun four horses' legs. They cannot run a hundred miles in a day and a night." Wu Rigeng replied.
In this era, infantrymen were fully armed and could march no more than thirty kilometers in one night, with fifty miles generally being the limit. In one day and night, they could cover a maximum of one hundred miles.
The problem is not that the cavalry can't catch up with them. It's that Wu Rigengdailai clearly knows that there are 3,000 troops on the left thirty miles away. If they join together, it will be difficult to kill them.
The Mongols had the best hunting dogs, and it was quickly determined that the Ming army ran towards the most unlikely north. That was the direction deep into the Ordos Plateau. They did not choose Ding'an City, which was more than a hundred miles south, but chose to go north.
Cross the sand.
There were hounds searching all the way, and they quickly figured out the marching route of the Ming army.
There were dead and wounded people along the way, as well as a lot of excrement.
Three days later, the Ming army was finally found.
Wu Rigenda Lai rode his horse and stood on a high sand dune, looking helplessly at a camp surrounded by sidecars in the distance. He Huchen's troops and horses merged with the Ming army from the North Road. They joined forces and looked at the number of people.
There are more than six thousand people.
What's even worse is that they still have two thousand people and supplies. The camp is backed by a river. This river flows north into the Yellow River.
Now, they have sufficient supplies, and it seems that they have rested for at least a day. They are backed by a water source. There are also a large number of firearms, like an arrogant hedgehog, curled up here, waiting for their arrival.
