After Yan Bing handed over the command power to Wu Qidao, he began to command the wounded soldiers who could still act and carried the seriously injured down the city wall for treatment.
After all, she is the only one in Liaokou City who knows modern medical knowledge.
Yan Bing gathered all the wounded together, then quickly ran back to his handsome tent, carried two cans of allicin brought back, put them on the ground, and found a basin and a bowl. He first sprained the surface allicin oil into the bowl, then poured the remaining garlic paste and ethanol into the basin, and then soaked a few strips of rags in the basin.
Then he commanded a few wounded soldiers who could still move, and asked them to bring a lot of clean water and put it aside.
This time, Yan Bing brought a total of seven jars of allicin, which added the two jars she had made in the capital before.
It wasn't that she despised this war, it was because Tongshun City was too small... She searched for rice wine and rice wine for two days before she only made five jars of high-concentrated ethanol that met the standard, and soaked the garlic paste in advance.
When we first attacked Liaokou City, most of the altars had been used, but now only four and a half are left.
Fortunately, they didn't shoot at the enemy because they were condescendingly, and most of the wounded soldiers were shot in the arms and shoulders.
There are no major arteries in these places.
Otherwise, with Yan Bing’s two knives, you ask her to suture the skin of the wound, she is OK, you want her to suture the blood vessels!? It’s simply a fool.
Yan Bing first helped a wounded soldier who was shot in an arrow on his shoulder, took out a piece of linen from his arms, and asked him to bite him. Then he cleaned the wound with clean water, patted him, and said he could hold back!
Then he took the knife and cut it along the barb of the arrow, and took out the arrow. The blood immediately splashed her face, but he didn't bother to wipe it, because the wounded soldier was obviously in pain and almost fainted. He hurriedly called the soldiers at the city gate to come and help, and helped him firmly and hugged him, because the steps just now were just the easiest, and the greater pain was still behind!
I saw Yan Bing splashing a spoonful of ethanol and pouring it on the wound first!
Then the soldier who was almost fainting suddenly woke up and struggled wildly. Several soldiers could only hold him down in a hurry.
"Last time I saw you healing someone, I wanted to say... Why didn't you knock him out??"
Ling Yue's voice suddenly came from behind Yan Bing, but Yan Bing couldn't stop at this moment. He could only dig out a spoonful of garlic paste and apply it to the wound to disinfect and stop bleeding, and whispered: "I'm afraid I can't master the strength."
Before he finished speaking, the wounded soldier let out another scream like a pig-killing cry, which scared the surrounding several wounded soldiers who were preparing to receive treatment and turned blue and swallowed their saliva.
Ling Yue sneered, and walked towards the wounded soldier and said leisurely: "You said it earlier, I'm good at this!"
After saying that, he knocked on the back of the soldier's neck with a snap. The soldier who was still screaming a moment ago instantly collapsed like a balloon that leaked air, and fainted.
Several other soldiers waiting for treatment stared at the scene with wide eyes, and then they seemed to see the "savior", and they all cast respectful eyes at Lingyue and applauded each other to celebrate.
"Damn! Why didn't you say this earlier if you have this trick??" Yan Bing immediately remembered the wounded soldier she had treated before, and felt a little guilty in her heart.
"You didn't ask, who will knock next?" Li Lingyue seemed not satisfied, so she started rolling up her sleeves, rolling her arms, preparing to "anthemia" one by one.
"Don't worry! It's who's the turn to knock who!" Yan Bing smiled. Unexpectedly, just with such a simple condition, she even found a "anthologist".
In this way, with Ling Yue's cooperation, Yan Bing completed the disinfection, stop bleeding, and bandage of all the wounded soldiers with great ease.
He also instructed a few soldiers guarding the door to wait until these people woke up, each of them ate a spoonful of oil from the bowl, and then returned to the city wall and continued to command the battle.
And the battlefield at this time has become extremely chaotic...
The soldiers on the city wall were shooting wildly under the city, rolling wood and earth bags, smashing down like they didn't have money!
The previous boiling oil seemed to have been reversed once, and new oil was added.
Instead, the city was filled with dead bodies of Beizhen soldiers, and several soldiers from Liang State who were caught in arrows and fell to the ground and died on the city wall.
Even the walls were covered with hooks of ladders, proving that someone had come and was sent away by a cable sweeping across the city wall...
"Get the entire army immediately!! There is no iron arrow at this distance! Change the wooden arrow directly!!" Yan Bing shouted, then shouted at the six guards guarding the gate: "Come up and lift the wounded soldiers!! You have been watching for a long time!! Follow my process just now!!"
The six people hurriedly bowed and walked up to the city wall, lifting the soldiers who were still angry and not seriously injured one by one.
Although he had all the advantages and learned to save his life, less than 70% of the Liang State soldiers could still fight on the city wall at this moment.
Yan Bing also put down Qingxuan in his hand, picked up a compound crossbow, and joined the battle.
There were countless Beizhen soldiers under the city, rushing towards the city wall, and the soldiers who were already standing under the city were holding spears and constantly trying to nail the iron chains that were waving back and forth to the city wall.
But he had no choice but to the falling rocks, earth bags and crossbow arrows that were flying constantly on his head. In the end, the Beizhen soldiers who were driving crazy even began to pull out their long swords and slash at the city walls, trying to cut out a gap...
Whether it is Daliang or Beizhen, they are already red in their eyes at this moment...
Until a crisp metal raid came, everyone on the battlefield was stuck, and then they ran away from what they should escape, and they shot, and they all settled down and survived the disaster.
Yan Bing stood above the city, listening to the cheers and shouts of the soldiers beside him and the hundreds of households, and laughed slightly, but was cursing in his heart.
Tens of thousands of people attacked the city at the same time!! You didn't even climb up the city wall!! You should have withdrawn long ago!! Stupid x!!!