"Otherwise, I would go to the other side of the river and I would be worried about where Wu Jie and the others are." Wen Yanbo gritted his teeth and prepared to get on the bridge to cross the river. This was already very impressive for a civil servant.
"There's no need to go. Jiang Zhe has already crossed the river with his bodyguards. I gave him the authority to decide his duties at the right time. If he can't withstand the Liao people's attack, he can move closer to Zhao Wei."
"In this case, we need to send troops to guard the river bank. I will stay by the river."
Yun Zheng still believed in Wen Yanbo's integrity. Seeing that he had volunteered, he left with his own soldiers to go to the wounded barracks to have a look.
After stepping on the mud, we climbed up a hill. The wounded soldiers camp was at the highest place. The oilcloth tents were connected one after another, and the sound of gunshots came from them one after another. The soldiers would be injured at night.
Fever is inflammation. If you can survive the inflammation, your life will be saved. If you cannot survive, it will be difficult for the gods to save you.
Ge Tianfang was lying there wrapped up like a rice dumpling. His left and right legs were hung up by the military doctor's frame, and he could only vaguely see his two big feet.
The trauma he suffered was not serious. After all, the two layers of heavy armor prevented even the eagle shooters of the Liao from seriously injuring him. However, the poison on the white feather arrows was very troublesome. In order to completely remove the poison from him, the military doctor removed all the wounds.
All the poison-contaminated skin and flesh on the body were cut off, so the small wound became very hideous.
At this time, Ge Tianfang was still unconscious. Yun Zheng lowered his head to look at the general lying on the bed, and regretfully told the military doctor: "Try every method. If you don't have good medicinal materials, go to the Chinese army's tent to get them. As long as you can,
Just save people."
The military doctor shook his head and said: "No matter how good the medicine is, it can't help him at this time. It was sent too late. The poison has already entered his blood. The antidote has been given to him. I don't know if it is right for him. I don't know if he can survive tonight."
It’s up to him.”
"Since the Battle of Qingtang, the battle losses of our senior generals have been zero, and this time is no exception. Let him come back to life!"
The military doctor opened his mouth in embarrassment, but faced Yun Zheng's hawk-like gaze, he still lowered his head and responded: "I just try my best in my humble duty."
"I'm not talking about Ge Tianfang alone, but everyone here!"
After Yun Zheng said these unreasonable words, he left the tent where Ge Tianfang was resting and braved the rain to go to another tent.
A sergeant who was missing an arm was suffering from pain. When he saw Yun Zheng walking in, he quickly shut his mouth.
Yun Zheng looked at his amputated arm. There was still blood seeping out of the cut, so he asked the military doctor to check him again.
Seeing that the soldier was suffering from pain, he said: "If it hurts, just scream out. As long as you can feel more comfortable, I can do whatever I want."
The soldier licked his lips and said, "Commander, give me a drink. I'm in too much pain."
The military doctor flatly refused: "You can't drink alcohol, it will make you bleed more."
"Just a sip!"
While the military doctor was about to scold him, Yun Zheng waved his hand and took a wine bottle from his waistband and handed it to the soldier and said, "It doesn't matter if you drink less."
The soldier ignored the angry look in the doctor's eyes, reached for the wine flask with the lid opened, took a big sip, and then returned the flask to Yun Zheng.
"Leave it with the military doctor. If the pain is really unbearable, just take a sip."
The military doctor grabbed the wine flask from the wounded soldier's hand and hung it on himself. It was impossible for him to give the wounded soldier a drink.
The wounded soldier also seemed to know the fate of this pot of wine. He sighed and said to Yun Zheng: "Commander, my arm is broken now. Will I retire after my injury heals?"
Yun Zheng nodded and said, "You have already given a lot to this country. It is only right that you return home with honor. Do you have any thoughts?"
The wounded soldier looked at Yun Zheng in embarrassment and said: "Commander, can you not let me retire? We were all thieves in the army and were looked down upon everywhere. If possible, please let me stay in the army and be a soldier."
The fire-headed army is ready."
Yun Zheng looked at the standard armor beside him. This wounded soldier was still a Yuhou, an officer at the level of a squad leader. Most of these veterans had been with him since the early days of the Jingxi Army. It would be inappropriate to thank him for his preferential treatment.
No, but I think that if this guy stays in the military camp for the rest of his life, he will probably be alone for the rest of his life.
Nowadays, there are many such guys in the military camp. The Jingxi Army has food and salary, which are paid on time every month. Unlike other armies, for example, the Western Army does not have military salary, but only a little money, food and land as rewards after the war.
Since this group of people does not have the burden of family members, they will spend whatever money they can, especially when it comes to finding women. They have no savings at all. If they retire, they will either starve to death or become thieves and bandits.
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Wang Anshi had pointed out this point long ago. Yun Zheng didn't pay much attention to it on weekdays. Everyone was responsible for their own actions. They didn't know that saving was their business. As long as the army didn't owe him a penny, there was nothing to say.
"It depends on the situation. If there is really no place to go then, just come with me." Yun Zheng took back the words he had spoken.
People like Wang Anshi have never had a good impression of soldiers. Being a soldier in the Song Dynasty was almost the same as being a thief. Once these people were disabled, Wang Anshi would definitely retire them in strict accordance with military regulations. If there were only one or two soldiers, he would still
He would consider Yun Zheng's face and keep him. If there were too many people, Wang Anshi would mercilessly retire all of them. At most, he would just give them a little more reward when they left the army.
Today's Jingxi Army is very different from the original Wu Sheng Army. Yun Zheng can no longer use this army to make money, and the emperor and prime minister will not agree with Yun Zheng using his own money to reward his subordinates. This is to win people's hearts.
It's a taboo in the military.
After hearing this, the soldier was very happy and said quickly: "That's great. I can make a living with the commander from now on. This is a blessing that has been cultivated in several lifetimes."
Yun Zheng smiled bitterly and patted his shoulder and said: "Take good care of your injuries. Once you are healed, go through the retirement procedures, and then report to Yun Wen. Let me tell you, it is hard to say whether you will be blessed if you follow me."
The wounded soldier smiled and said: "I've heard about the situation of the brothers who followed you. You can't ask for more. Even if your life is difficult, there is always hope for you to follow the commander. Unlike now, retiring means you have to retire."
starving."
Yun Zheng looked at the other wounded soldiers, and when he saw that they also looked eager, he laughed and said: "Since you can trust me, come over after you retire, as long as you don't regret it!"
The wounded soldiers kept saying things like how could it be done, but after such a small incident, the wounded soldiers camp became much quieter, and many wounded soldiers no longer made any painful moans.
When Yun Zheng walked out of the wounded barracks, the sky was already a little brighter, and the heavy rain was still falling endlessly, but there was no thunder anymore.
The Yang River on the opposite side also became ferocious. The turbid river water gradually rose to the place where the silt had accumulated earlier. However, because the bridge on the river had to pass artillery, the soldiers built it very solidly. The roaring river water flowed under the bridge.
The bridge was trembling with water, and the entire bridge was trembling. There were craftsmen and soldiers on the bridge who were driving thick wooden piles into the fast river water, using all methods to strengthen the bridge.
The battle on the other side of the Yang River had been going on all night, and messengers kept running over the bridge to provide Wen Yanbo with a steady stream of information on the other side.
Seeing Yun Zheng walking in, Wen Yanbo said quickly: "The Liao people's offensive has not diminished, but has continued to intensify. It rained heavily all night. The crossbow strings in the hands of the soldiers have become damp, and they can no longer eject the crossbow arrows. Fortunately, the gunpowder shells
Not bad, otherwise the soldiers would have to fight hand-to-hand with the Liao army with knives."
"While there is nothing wrong with the bridge, quickly transport the kerosene bombs to it. Under such weather conditions, although the power of the kerosene bombs will be somewhat reduced, it is still feasible to form several walls of fire, so that Wu Jie can still rest more or less
one time."
Su Xun, who was helping here, quickly went to mobilize kerosene bombs. Wen Yanbo looked at the bright white rain outside and said worriedly: "If it doesn't work, just withdraw the soldiers. Zhao Min, Li Dongchu's fight is also very difficult.
The Liao people not only launched a counterattack from the front, but also started to move from both sides. Just now, Zhao Min came with news that 20,000 Liao people were standing in formation in the rain and were preparing to attack him.
As for Li Dongchu, he has not been idle for a moment since last night until now, and hand-to-hand fighting has begun in many places." (To be continued)