In the minds of many people, the so-called war is just to unite the troops and horses, with banners like clouds and swords and spears like forests, and to be brave and brave, and then rush to the battlefield to fight until the sky is dark. The winner will be famous in the history of the world, and the loser will be completely defeated.
Destroy the dead...
In fact, it's not that simple.
Soldiers are a major event for the country. The land of life and death, the path to survival, must be observed.
It's not just talk...
When the army sets out, grain, grass and baggage must be continuously transported to the front line. Even under the government army system, soldiers are required to bring their own dry food with them, but how much can soldiers carry on an expedition of thousands of miles? Since grain, grass and baggage must be transported, it must be collected
Civil servants. An army of 70,000 to 80,000 people, no less than one-fifth of the auxiliary troops, civilian husbands, and then the accompanying military doctors, the blacksmiths and carpenters of the ordnance supervisor...
Hundreds of thousands of people plus mountains of luggage are like a moving city. Even if there is no war, there will be many people injured every day.
At this time, the Tang army already had the prototype of a field hospital, where patients were placed in one place for treatment. However, the convenience of treatment was just an excuse. The main concern was that the wailing of wounded soldiers would affect the morale of the army.
All soldiers, after civilians get sick, are suffering because the ratio of doctors to wounded soldiers is too disparity. Those doctors sent by the Imperial Medical Bureau usually only serve generals and elite troops and rarely take care of them.
Ordinary civilians and soldiers couldn't take care of it at all.
The sick and wounded received sporadic care, and most of them were left waiting to die...
Ge Zhongxing could only go to Fang Jun to chew ice cubes, but he only had half a day's leisure. Before the war started, he was the busiest person in the army.
He took several wounded soldiers to the injured camp in the south of the city. Different from the noisy and festive outside, the dilapidated camp was eerie and quiet. Hundreds of wounded soldiers were lying with dull faces on the bunks of several simply built camps, and the sound of despair filled their ears.
They were the cries of the wounded and sick, and a putrid smell filled the air.
There were several medical officers in the barracks who were busy, but they obviously couldn't take care of them, because sick and wounded were being transported from time to time, and it was overcrowded.
There was pus, blood and filth everywhere, as well as the corpses of rats and cockroaches. It can be seen that this temporary injury camp may not have been cleaned at all since it was set up. With such harsh conditions, how can this be an injury camp? It is simply
It leads directly to the Hell Transformation Fields and Mass Graves!
Just standing in it, Fang Jun felt that his life span had been shortened a lot...
The war hasn't even started yet, but the conditions are already so difficult. If we wait until the battle breaks out at the front, won't the wounded soldiers have to wait to die?
Fang Jun finally understood why the huge casualty figures in ancient wars were not necessarily the number of people killed in battle. If the injuries were slightly more serious, it would be better to die happily without being saved at all...
Several wounded soldiers were lying on the straw mat at the entrance of the sick camp, covered in blood, with several wounds deep enough to show bones, lying there dying. Even so, they had to be careful at the gate of the camp, as there was no place to put them in the camp.
Ge Zhongxing and several doctors came forward to check, frowning deeply, and although he said nothing, he kept sighing.
One of the wounded soldiers who was injured in the thigh, although a piece of cloth was tied tightly above the wound, still looked pale due to excessive blood loss. He tried his best to smile and said to Ge Zhongxing: "Don't waste your efforts, I can't do it."
Alright... Doctor, please leave me alone and show my brother quickly. If it's too late, there might be some way to save him..."
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the other wounded soldier beside him.
The wounded soldier was shot through the lower abdomen by an arrow, and had a knife wound on his chest that was so deep that the bone was visible. He was lying on the straw mat and could not move. Hearing the words of his companion, he managed to open his eyes and murmured: "Leader of the team...
…Give me a good time…I can’t be saved from this injury…”
Fang Jun felt nervous...
Team Leader, who injured his leg, had tears in his eyes and cursed: "Coward, shut up!"
The wounded soldier took a few breaths and became more energetic: "Mom, that kid from Gaochang actually challenged our Tang Dynasty. It's such a pity that I, the unlucky guy, stayed here before I even went into battle to kill the enemy.
…”
I was short of breath when I spoke, but even though I whispered like this softly, there was a fierce and bloody spirit!
Fang Jun couldn't help but look sideways.
The leader of the team said angrily: "Don't talk too much!" Then he turned to Ge Zhongxing and begged: "Mr. Zhong, please take a careful look at me. Can anyone be saved?"
This man whose leg was almost cut off did not frown because of the pain, but when he said this, the tears in his eyes could no longer be held back and flowed down. He knew in his heart that there was something in his lower abdomen.
Arrow's injury was hopeless, but he still looked at Ge Zhongxing pleadingly like a stray puppy, hoping to hear a completely different answer from the doctor...
The corner of Ge Zhongxing's mouth twitched and he said in a deep voice: "The arrow has entered three inches into the abdomen, and the arrow cluster has penetrated deep into the internal organs. Such arrow wounds cannot be cured."
Although the leader already knew the answer, he was still a little disappointed. His eyes instantly dimmed and he bit his lip hard.
All the wounded people in the house heard the words at the door, and one of them shouted loudly: "Brother, don't be cowardly! Brother, I was also hit by an arrow, and I can't live anymore. We brothers made friends on the road to hell and arrived in the underworld.
Let’s kill the barbarians together again!”
Another person said: "And me! Our heroes of the Tang Dynasty roamed the desert while they were alive, but even if they died, they would cause waves in the underworld!"
There was a commotion in the camp. These arrogant soldiers who were seriously injured did not lose half of their arrogance even in the face of death!
A young man next to Ge Zhongxing sighed and shook his head: "It sounds like a sick camp, but who can get out alive after being injured by an arrow?"
Arrow wounds can be treated, but the infection that ensues can kill a person.
"Who said that?"
Fang Jun scolded, interrupted the doctor's words, and said loudly: "As long as you take good care of it and handle it properly, except for those who are seriously injured, who can't be saved?!"
The doctor was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word.
But I am unconvinced in my heart. Throughout the ages, everyone has known that wounds from swords can be saved, but wounds from arrows are difficult to survive. Do you have any idea?
Fang Jun's voice alarmed the surviving wounded soldiers. They raised their heads one by one and looked at the strangers who had come to the camp inexplicably. Their eyes were filled with questions: What on earth do they want to do?
Fang Jun straightened his back, facing hundreds of doubtful glances, and his voice became a bit louder: "Who said you are waiting to die here?! I, Fang Jun, tell you that as long as I am here, there is hope of living!"
A pair of dim eyes lit up, full of hope.
Even if a person is on the verge of death, he will not lose his desire to live!
Ge Zhongxing smiled bitterly, pulled Fang Jun outside the camp, and complained: "Master Hou, why are you doing this? As long as I can save him, how can I refuse to save him? But there are too many wounded here, and there are not enough doctors. Many of the wounded are dead."
If you don't get timely treatment, you won't be able to be saved! With what the Marquis said, the wounded must think that our doctors are unwilling to do our best to treat them. Once the noise starts, it will be a big deal. If this causes the camp to be bombed... I
Life is over!"
Fang Jun snorted: "You think so-and-so is talking nonsense?"
Ge Zhongxing was helpless: "I don't dare to lower my rank." He cursed in his heart: It's obvious...
Fang Jun didn't care about his duplicity and said: "When it comes to the formula of medicinal stones for regulating the internal organs, I am thousands of miles away from you. But when it comes to treating injuries, I am not necessarily worse than you!"
Ge Zhongxing was stunned, and then said in surprise: "Master Hou... really there is a way?"
If anyone else said this, Ge Zhongxing could spit in his face. I have been a famous doctor for generations. Although I was demoted to this sick camp because of my mistakes and was relegated to a military doctor, I asked all over Guanzhong, except for Shenlong.
Sun Simiao, the old immortal at the end of the list, how many people dare to boast that their medical skills are superior to theirs?
But Ge Zhongxing really believed what Fang Jun said about him...
The man in front of me is no ordinary noble prince, he is a being who can control the wind and rain!
He can even perform miracles such as summoning wind and rain, but who knows if he has any other magical powers?
Fang Jun said proudly: "Of course!"
He turned around and ordered his own soldiers: "Go to Changsun Changshi, get a jar of strong wine, and then find two sharp daggers."
After the soldiers took the order and left, Fang Jun looked at the extremely harsh environment of the sick and injured camp, and complained in his heart: In such a place where bacteria breed and viruses are rampant, good people will die even if they stay there for a few days...