Victory in the forty-two quarters is never a fluke
Yun Ye and Sun Simiao led dozens of medical auxiliaries with sharp knives in their hands and walked around each camp, pulling out the hands and feet of the soldiers one by one and inspecting them. Their bodies were very smelly, and the smell of their feet was even more disgusting.
, the smell in the tent is enough to give people nightmares. (Net.)
Yun Ye, who had a slight mysophobia, was very calm. He didn't even wear a mask. He pulled out a dirty big foot from the blanket and held it in his hand to observe carefully.
"Two toes on the left foot have completely turned black. There is no hope of treatment. It is recommended to remove them immediately, otherwise they will become infected."
The soldiers had no family members here, and they themselves fell unconscious. The only one who could make the decision was General Zhang Gongjin. He looked at it carefully and filled in the word "permission" on the document. This was Yun Ye's strong request. He didn't want it to be allowed.
These warriors thought that they were tearing off their limbs from their bodies at will. This was out of respect and to reduce trouble. Soldiers would use knives if they were unreasonable.
After seeing Zhang Gongjin's signature, the auxiliary soldiers immediately washed the soldiers' feet with warm water, then applied alcohol and disinfected them. A pair of sharp scissors was handed to Yun Ye's hand. Along the edge of the blackened skin, the scissors were
The blade bites, and a toe easily leaves the sole of the foot. The soldier who underwent the operation only groaned slightly and still fell into a deep sleep. The two black toes were wrapped in clean linen by the auxiliary soldiers and placed on the soldier's back.
Beside his pillow, the soles of his feet were tightly wrapped in linen.
Throughout the whole day, Yun Ye cut off countless fingers, toes, and even half of the soles of the feet. Without anesthesia, the poor soldiers screamed in their sleep and burst into tears. No matter how loud he made
, they all thought they were just dreaming. These days they had experienced scenes more terrifying than nightmares, and exhaustion and pain had never left them.
Yun Ye cut off a soldier's little finger, and then used silk thread to sew the skin on both sides together. Then he wrapped it up. When he looked up, he found that the soldier was looking at him, but his eyes were out of focus. He was sleeping.
Yun Ye gently closed his eyelids and heard him breathing evenly before leaving his side.
People can't feel when they cut off frostbitten limbs because all the nerves have been killed. When some fingers are cut off, there is no blood and only light yellow body fluid oozes out. Yun Ye doesn't remember how long he did it until he and
When Sun Simiao met, he realized that the matter had been dealt with.
"I cut off a lot of fingers, toes, and ears today. How about you?" Yun Ye asked Sun Simiao as he washed his hands.
"Like you, I just cut off two people's noses. This operation went surprisingly smoothly." Sun Simiao was washing his hands on the other side with a calm tone.
"We won, didn't we? Daozhang Sun, after this battle for at least thirty years, the Tang Dynasty will no longer suffer from the Turks knocking off the pass. It is always worth it, but it only hurts them."
"Heaven and earth are unkind. They regard all things as stupid dogs. The old Taoist knows in his heart that people come to this world to suffer. You and I are suffering in heaven and earth, and we don't know when it will end." Lao Sun has seen too many tragedies in the world these days.
, so we unconsciously believe that all human beings are born miserable.
"Taoist Master, it's the ninth cold winter when heaven and earth are killing each other. It's not surprising that you have such thoughts. It's just that you have been a Taoist priest for many years. Why are you so easily invaded by external demons? I think your Taoism
Your heart is so strong, who knows you may also have moments of weakness." Coming out of the tent, Yun Ye took out the small piece of cloth stuffed in his nostrils, took a few big breaths, and the cold air filled his chest, which instantly lifted his spirits.
stand up.
Back in his igloo, Tang Jian, who had been sleeping all day, was still snoring loudly. Without disturbing him, Yun Ye stewed a casserole on the stove and planned to make some dinner for himself. When he was away from home, Yun Ye never had any food.
Unless he is the commander of the camp, he will give up eating alone and eat with the soldiers. Even if it is pig food, he will try his best to eat it as sweet as possible.
I learned this habit from Cheng Yaojin. Old Cheng's mouth is actually very tricky, but he also likes the food in the military camp. You can see him eating havoc at banquets, and you can also see him holding a big thick bowl.
I put the snot-like soup cake into my mouth. Net. Now I don’t know why I think of Lao Cheng for no reason, probably because I am tired of killing.
The gruel in the casserole kept slurping, and he kept stirring it with a spoon. He suddenly remembered the secret of making gruel that his mother told him. If you want the porridge to taste delicious, there is only one word, and that is stir. He
Stirring constantly.
After a while, he suddenly laughed and knocked on his head. He had been thinking wildly just now, just to get today's situation out of his mind. Everyone hopes to remember the most beautiful things and forget those cruel and tragic events, even if
These things are all caused by oneself.
He found two preserved eggs, which were brought to him by his grandma. There were only a few left in a large jar. To celebrate that he had not forgotten the distant past, he was going to make a pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. It was just that
He didn't know if it would taste better if he added beef to it. He wanted to try it, very much.
Not bad, it smelled fragrant. He took a long breath of intoxication and was about to fill a bowl when he heard someone talking behind him.
"Put two bowls, and I will put my bowl in a big bowl." He said it rudely, but Yun Ye still listened to him and filled him a big bowl. For a guy who just escaped from death for the sake of his country, he had such a request.
Not excessive.
Tang Jian, who usually regards elegance and subtlety as his beauty, ignored the heat emanating from the preserved egg and lean meat porridge and swallowed in big mouthfuls, as if he was reincarnated by a starving ghost. He was burned by the hot porridge and occasionally stuck out his tongue to dry it, but he still had half of his former demeanor.
.
"Drink slowly. I won't compete with you. The boss is so childish. Are you older or am I?"
Tang Jian wiped his mouth with his sleeve and handed the empty bowl to Yun Ye, signaling for another bowl.
"You have been freezing in the snow for more than ten days. I don't believe you are any better than me. You stay in the military camp and have a warm room and delicious food. Do you know what kind of life I have been living these days? My head.
It will fall off at any time." After saying that, he rolled his eyes at Yun Ye.
"How did you escape from the rebels? This is a good skill. Teach it to me and let me gain some experience." The story of Tang Jian's escape is legendary, and Yun Ye wants to know.
Unexpectedly, this question made Tang Jianwen, who always liked to joke, cry. He even forgot to eat. He cried more and more sadly while holding his rice bowl, and finally burst into tears.
Tang Jian was a strong man, and Yun Ye knew that as the envoy sent by the emperor to appease Jie Li this time, his wisdom and courage were the best choice, otherwise this burden would not have been placed on him.
When the porridge was cold, Tang Jian stopped crying. He lowered his head and drank the porridge slowly. Finally, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and said to Yun Ye: "Marquis Yun is really interested in knowing how I died."
Did you escape?"
"It's nothing strange. The general manager attacked the camp early in the morning, and the Turks were in chaos. I had dug a hole in the tent. When the rebels came together, I got into the hole. A guard put a wooden board on me and gave me
A small tube allowed me to hold it in my mouth to breathe. Finally, they covered my body with sand. I relied on a small tube to breathe and escaped. What did Marquis Yun think?" Tang Jian took a look.
Yun Ye picked up the porridge bowl again and continued eating.
'I just want to ask, where are your guards, attendants, and subordinate officers? Are they still alive?"
Tang Jian's hand shook and he almost dropped the bowl in his hand. He smiled miserably and asked, "What do you think?"
Seeing Tang Jian in grief, Yun Ye suddenly remembered the records about him in the history books: On the eighth day of the lunar month, Li Jing attacked the Turks and Tang Jian returned.
From Tang Jian's intermittent narration, Yun Ye finally figured out the context. Ever since Kang Sumi kidnapped Empress Xiao and Prince Yuande surrendered to the Tang Dynasty, Jie Li knew that something bad was going on and that he would never be able to withstand the 100,000-strong Tang army, so
He sent Zhi Husili as a special envoy to Chang'an to apologize to Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty and surrender, expressing his willingness to annex the country. In fact, he planned to wait until the grass was green and the horses were fertile, and then move to Mobei to wait for an opportunity to make a comeback. Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty sent Honglu
Qing Tang Jian and others went to appease the Turks and ordered Li Jing to lead his troops to respond. Li Jing thought that although Jie Li was defeated, his troops were still large, and if he was allowed to flee to Mobei and attach himself to Xue Yantuo and other tribes, it would be difficult to pursue and annihilate him; now Tang Jian is in the Turks
, Jie was unprepared, and if he selected elite cavalry to attack him, he could capture him without a fight. Li Jing ordered Zhang Gongjin to follow the army, and personally led ten thousand elite cavalry, each with twenty days of rations, and set out overnight to gallop towards Iron Mountain.
When Li Jing's army arrived at Yinshan, they encountered more than a thousand Turks in their camps and captured all of them to accompany the army. When Jieli saw the Tang envoy coming to comfort him, he thought everything was fine and did not take any precautions.
In the coldest weather, Li Jing took advantage of the heavy fog rising on the grassland and ordered the forward Su Dingfang to lead two hundred soldiers to launch a surprise attack. Under the cover of the heavy fog, he was not discovered until he was in front of Jieli's camp. Jie, who loved to escape the most, was
Li once again abandoned his people, found the fastest horse, and ran away first, leaving behind a hundred thousand Turkic herdsmen who were killed by Li Jing. The most elite cavalry of the Turks was also lost in this raid.
It can be said that although Jieli ran away, the Eastern Turks had perished.
Time and space changed so quickly. When Yun Ye first arrived in the Tang Dynasty, Jieli was showing off his power in Guanzhong, and two hundred thousand string-controlling soldiers once came to the Wei River. The ink of Li Er and Jieli's White Horse Alliance was not yet dry.
, Jieli has declined rapidly.
It can be said that as a Tang Dynasty person, Yun Ye's first enemy was Jie Li. Now that he saw that his powerful enemy was finally killed, he couldn't help but feel a little relaxed.
Presumably, Li Ji, the top scorer, would not let go of this wonderful opportunity to score a follow-up shot. Yun Ye couldn't help but grin when he thought that he could humiliate the king of the grassland at will in Chang'an in the future.
"Why is Marquis Yun laughing alone? Tell me and let me change my mind. After the victory, I will also feel relaxed and relaxed." Tang Jian finally came out of his grief.
"I conclude that Jie Li will have no chance of escaping this time. General Li Ji will not let go of this good opportunity. According to the usual practice, we and Jie Li may have the possibility of serving as officials in the same dynasty. If we meet Jie Li in Chang'an,
, boy, be more naughty, do you think His Majesty will blame you?"
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