Wang Ding was not in a hurry to go back, but went to the camp where the injured soldiers were placed and looked at them one by one.
Those with minor injuries are fine. Under the doctor's treatment, they have begun to rest.
The key point is those who are missing arms and legs. Even if their injuries are cured, they will not be able to go to the battlefield in the future.
Without arms and legs, for many people, they are just a useless person.
Even though they survived, Wang Ding saw the look of death on their faces.
There is no morale to shout about life or death on the battlefield, and there is no courage to move forward.
After the battle, looking at their empty arms, all their energy and energy were taken away from them.
Rather than losing their limbs, they would rather die in battle so that they can receive pensions and make their families' lives easier in the future.
But now that they have become useless, they will only be a drag on their families in the future.
Cured their injuries and then left them to fend for themselves?
Wang can’t make it custom made.
Compared with later generations, even people with disabilities still have many jobs that they are qualified for.
But now, they are disabled, especially these soldiers, who are uneducated to begin with, and now they can't even do hard work.
"General."
"General."
When a soldier saw Wang Ding, he endured the pain and shouted.
Wang Ding nodded one by one and said: "Have a good rest and be sure to take good care of your body."
Even if he is disabled, Wang Ding does not want to give up on them. He cannot go to the battlefield or plow the fields, but he can always find something for them to do.
Perhaps other princes gave soldiers who were injured and could no longer fight a sum of money and sent them away. Some even did not receive any pension.
But Wang Ding will not do this.
No matter how difficult it was, he could not treat the soldiers who were killed or injured in the battle badly.
In normal training, the words you call "brother" are definitely not words.
Coming out of the wounded barracks, Wang Ding no longer had the joy of victory on his face.
"Wenyuan, how much food will it cost to house these wounded?" Wang Ding found Zhang Liao.
Regarding these military matters, Wang Ding is still not as good as Zhang Liao.
In terms of arithmetic, Wang Ding is definitely faster and more accurate than Zhang Liao.
However, counting the food and grass consumption in the army is not a simple arithmetic problem. It is not a fixed model produced by primary school teachers.
In the military, everything is constantly changing.
The number of soldiers is only the simplest, but if it is calculated based only on heads, there will be a huge gap between the result and the actual number.
Zhang Liao said: "How do you plan to settle it, my lord?"
Wang Dingdao: "We must ensure that they have enough food and clothing for the rest of their lives."
Zhang Liao looked at Wang Ding in surprise.
If there are only more than a thousand injured people now, it is not troublesome to arrange them, but it is like raising a thousand idle people.
A small portion of the army's food and fodder would be enough to feed a thousand people.
Even if there are a thousand people, the food and grass consumed in a month and two months is only one or two thousand dan, but over time, this will be an astronomical figure.
What's more, there can't be only these one thousand people. In future wars, there will inevitably be more wounded. If we feed them all for a lifetime, no matter how much food and grass they have, it won't be enough.
Zhang Liao felt that Wang Ding's decision was really crazy and very unreasonable.
But in his heart, he admired Wang Ding even more.
In today's world, who dares to say that we have to support wounded soldiers for their entire lives?
Even in the past, it has never happened before.
Zhang Liao said: "Master, do you really want to support me for the rest of your life?"
Wang Ding nodded and said: "I know you are worried. We will talk about what happens in the future. Now take care of the things in front of you."
Zhang Liao nodded. The iron-clad man's eyes were red at this moment.
As a general, he did not dare to face those injured soldiers every time.
Because he knew their fate in the future, he felt guilty for these comrades who fought side by side.
But now, with Wang Ding's guarantee, Zhang Liao dared to face them directly.
Zhang Liao nodded with red eyes and said: "I will definitely settle them down."
"Just tell them what they need, and never treat them badly," Wang Ding said.
He can still support more than a thousand people now. As for the number of people growing more and more in the future, that is also a matter of the future.
Zhang Liao went to prepare.
Wang Ding finally left the military camp and returned to the Wang family's residence.
After taking off his blackened armor, Wang Ding took a good bath and put on a clean Confucian shirt.
But compared to before, even if he was wearing a Confucian shirt, it was difficult to see the temperament of a Confucian scholar in Wang Ding.
Wang Ding was leaning on the recliner, and Diao Chan stood behind him, gently squeezing his shoulders and whispering about what happened in the mansion recently.
For Wang Ding, it was all trivial matters, such as which of the maids in the mansion stole the jade bracelet, and which of the maids had trouble at home.
But he listened very carefully and really liked Diao Chan whispering in his ear.
After Diao Chan finished speaking, Wang Ding also squeezed her little hand, pulled Diao Chan into his arms, and shared with Diao Chan what happened on the grassland.
Diao Chan looked at Wang Ding with admiration, and when she heard Wang Ding talking about the battle with Tieshuo, she let out an exclamation, as if she was also immersed in it.
"My husband is so awesome."
Diao Chan said in admiration when she heard Wang Ding slash the opponent's mace with his sword.
As for Tiezhuo's head being chopped off by Xu Huang later, Wang Ding didn't say anything about it.
As long as you admire your own women, Wang Ding has no intention of talking about other stinky men.
"Come, let me take you to see that mace." Wang Ding stood up and held Diao Chan's hand.
The mace has been placed in the trophy exhibition hall by Zhang Yu, which was Wang Yun's former living room. This place has been renovated by Wang Ding, and all the unused seats have been moved away.
Anyway, Wang Yun doesn't even leave his room now, and he doesn't know that his living room has been commandeered by Wang Ding.
The seven-star sword was also taken by Wang Ding and placed on the shelf.
Looking at the mace and the seven-star sword, Diao Chan also became interested and said: "My husband is out killing the enemy, while I am at home, dancing the sword for my husband."
Diao Chan took the soft sword and danced with it in the hall.
She has a soft figure and looks very weak at ordinary times, but when she dances with a sword, she has a different style, and there is a hint of heroism in her weakness.
The sword body is erratic, sometimes like a silver dragon entwining itself, and sometimes like pear blossoms.
It is completely different from the moves on the battlefield. It is not very lethal and is more about viewing.
Especially with Diao Chan's figure and grace, Wang Ding was unconsciously obsessed with it, and there was nothing else in his eyes except Diao Chan's figure, like a nine-day fairy.
If it were paired with Cai Yan's vocal music at this moment, it would really be like sitting in the fairyland of Yaochi.
Previously, Wang Ding was in Cai Mansion, learning singing from Cai Yong, and heard Cai Yan's singing several times.
Even when singing songs such as "loyalty to serve the country", Cai Yan can still control it, but it is different from the male voice, and it is more like a woman and a man.
I really don’t blame Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu for being manipulated by Diao Chan. Even if it were replaced by Cao Cao and Dian Wei, Wang Ding would feel just as sad about Diao Chan’s beauty trap.