Whether the weapons are elite or not, the logistics of food and fodder, etc. are all very important.
But what is needed most?
It's medicine.
Medicine to heal wounded soldiers on the battlefield.
The soldiers who died in the war every year were the eternal pain in his heart. Those who were obviously only slightly injured, but because there was no medicine, they were disabled and died. Such helplessness was the feeling of every general who fought in the killing field.
The pain in their hearts.
"Yes, medicine, life-saving medicine, so I think they will be very interested in the medicine I provide that can quickly heal wounds." Ziyu shrugged towards Beiming Changfeng.
Behind the war, one is the history of the fortune of arms dealers, and the other is the history of entrepreneurship of medical practitioners.
They Zhenbei couldn't keep up with the arms now, but she could still make some money in the pockets of Persian merchants with two improvised medicines.
Knowing why Ziyu suddenly came up with the medicine, and why Earl Mo of Persia was so excited about the deal without even paying back the price, Beiming Changfeng suddenly lowered his face and looked at Ziyu: "Why didn't you take it out earlier?"
If you want such a good medicine, why are you taking it out now? Have you forgotten that their soldiers and horses in Zhenbei are still fighting in the forces in Lingnan?
Ziyu felt a little aggrieved when she saw Beiming Changfeng sulking at her for the first time.
He obviously understood her thoughts so well just now, but now he treats her with a black face. It's really...
Bei Ming Changfeng gave Bei Ming Changfeng an aggrieved look, and Zi Yudao did not show any arrogance and explained: "That thing is not suitable for our soldiers and horses, it is poisonous."
When Ziyu said this, Beiming Changfeng's downcast face immediately softened, and he looked at Ziyu apologetically.
However, his face has always been expressionless, it is always cold, and he really can't tell whether he is apologetic or not.
Anyway, Ziyu didn't notice it.
"There is no good medicine in the world that can instantly coagulate blood and shrink wounds. The better the effect on wounds, the greater the side effects. I dare to use it on people from countries I don't know, but I dare to use it on our soldiers."
, wouldn’t it harm them?”
Ziyu said angrily: "If I had such a medicine, I would have taken it out long ago, and I still need you to show off your face here."
Even in modern society, there is no medicine that can quickly and visibly clot blood and heal wounds immediately. How could she have such extraordinary skills to make such a medicine?
What she took was just a shortcut. Although it was not a fatal drug, it would definitely be bad if used for a long time. How could she use it on her own people?
Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu who was glaring at him with a face full of grievances and dissatisfaction. His eyes were slightly averted and lowered, showing a rare guilty conscience.
"Hmph." Ziyu snorted coldly when he saw this.
Beiming Changfeng's mouth twitched.
"Huh." Seeing this, Ziyu snorted louder and louder.
Dare to doubt her.
"Sorry." Beiming Changfeng finally raised his head and looked at Ziyu helplessly, with a trace of tenderness flashing in his eyes. He reached out and pinched Ziyu's face: "I won't do it next time."
I will trust you wholeheartedly from now on and will never question your actions again.
Ziyu looked at Beiming Changfeng's sincere face and listened to Beiming Changfeng's inner voice. A smile suddenly appeared on his aggrieved face, and he reached out to hold Beiming Changfeng's hand: "I won't harm you, so
, you must believe me and do not question any of my decisions. Of course, I will not question your decision, let alone disbelieve you." The quality of weapons, logistics, food and fodder, etc. are all very important.
But what is needed most?
It's medicine.
Medicine to heal wounded soldiers on the battlefield.
The soldiers who died in the war every year were the eternal pain in his heart. Those who were obviously only slightly injured, but because there was no medicine, they were disabled and died. Such helplessness was the feeling of every general who fought in the killing field.
The pain in their hearts.
"Yes, medicine, life-saving medicine, so I think they will be very interested in the medicine I provide that can quickly heal wounds." Ziyu shrugged towards Beiming Changfeng.
Behind the war, one is the history of the fortune of arms dealers, and the other is the history of entrepreneurship of medical practitioners.
They Zhenbei couldn't keep up with the arms now, but she could still make some money in the pockets of Persian merchants with two improvised medicines.
Knowing why Ziyu suddenly came up with the medicine, and why Earl Mo of Persia was so excited about the deal without even paying back the price, Beiming Changfeng suddenly lowered his face and looked at Ziyu: "Why didn't you take it out earlier?"
If you want such a good medicine, why are you taking it out now? Have you forgotten that their soldiers and horses in Zhenbei are still fighting in the forces in Lingnan?
Ziyu felt a little aggrieved when she saw Beiming Changfeng sulking at her for the first time.
He obviously understood her thoughts so well just now, but now he treats her with a black face. It's really...
Bei Ming Changfeng gave Bei Ming Changfeng an aggrieved look, and Zi Yudao did not show any arrogance and explained: "That thing is not suitable for our soldiers and horses, it is poisonous."
When Ziyu said this, Beiming Changfeng's downcast face immediately softened, and he looked at Ziyu apologetically.
However, his face has always been expressionless, it is always cold, and he really can't tell whether he is apologetic or not.
Anyway, Ziyu didn't notice it.
"There is no good medicine in the world that can instantly coagulate blood and shrink wounds. The better the effect on wounds, the greater the side effects. I dare to use it on people from countries I don't know, but I dare to use it on our soldiers."
, wouldn’t it harm them?”
Ziyu said angrily: "If I had such a medicine, I would have taken it out long ago, and I still need you to show off your face here."
Even in modern society, there is no medicine that can quickly and visibly clot blood and heal wounds immediately. How could she have such extraordinary skills to make such a medicine?
What she took was just a shortcut. Although it was not a fatal drug, it would definitely be bad if used for a long time. How could she use it on her own people?
Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu who was glaring at him with a face full of grievances and dissatisfaction. His eyes were slightly averted and lowered, showing a rare guilty conscience.
"Hmph." Ziyu snorted coldly when he saw this.
Beiming Changfeng's mouth twitched.
"Huh." Seeing this, Ziyu snorted louder and louder.
Dare to doubt her.
"Sorry." Beiming Changfeng finally raised his head and looked at Ziyu helplessly, with a trace of tenderness flashing in his eyes. He reached out and pinched Ziyu's face: "I won't do it next time."
I will trust you wholeheartedly from now on and will never question your actions again.
Ziyu looked at Beiming Changfeng's sincere face and listened to Beiming Changfeng's inner voice. A smile suddenly appeared on his aggrieved face, and he reached out to hold Beiming Changfeng's hand: "I won't harm you, so
, you must believe me and do not question any of my decisions. Of course, I will not question your decisions, let alone disbelieve you."