Chapter 281 Li Chengfeng is reluctant to admit the real reason for his defeat
When Su Ping woke up, it was already midnight, and the night was getting dark outside the camp.
Hungry in his stomach, Su Ping got up while cursing his own soldiers.
Outside the camp, there were constant screams of pain, as if after a great war, the camp was full of wounded soldiers.
Could it be that the second brother was not satisfied with taking care of a few of his own, but he also took care of all the soldiers under his command?
With this thought in mind, Su Ping stepped on his smelly cloth boots, got up and left the tent.
When Su Ping opened the curtain and saw the scene in front of him, he almost sat on the ground.
The camp is really full of wounded soldiers!
I only fainted once, but it felt like there was a war in the camp.
Pulling Cao Hua over, who was walking back and forth with a jar in his arms, Su Ping asked with a dark face: "Cao Hua, what happened?"
Cao Hua glanced at Su Ping, snorted, shook off his hand, and walked away with the jar in his arms.
Su Ping was confused, what was going on? How dare this girl Cao Hua embarrass herself.
When Dani passed by him holding the jar, Su Ping stopped him directly and said in a stern tone: "What happened? You are running back and forth holding the jar so late. Is there wine in it?"
Dani was anxious: "Your Majesty needs to use these to wash his wounds. General Su, you can't stop me."
Second brother wants so much wine to wash his wounds!
Su Ping's face turned dark immediately, he snatched the wine jar from Dani's arms, and scolded: "Let's go, lead the way, I'll hold it for you."
On the way, through Dani's words, Su Ping finally understood what a huge battle he had missed.
Double temple city, inside the military mansion.
Su Lu was lying on the bed, his face was pale, the gauze on his shoulder had been untied, black blood was still flowing out from the wound, and the blood was mixed with small black blood clots.
This is because Su Lu was injured before and the dirty blood that was not removed formed clots in the wound and accumulated in the body.
The military doctor with a big white head was cleaning the wound with wine. After cleaning it once, red blood began to flow out. When the military doctor stopped and was about to observe and bandage, dirty blood and clots started to flow out again.
In the camp, Luo Xuan, Qian Buzhou, Cao Hua, Niba, and all the guards generals and soldiers were all there, especially Niba and Tudun, who were holding steel knives in their hands and staring at the military doctor with bright eyes, as if something had happened.
No, just kill the military doctor with a knife.
When Su Ping arrived, the military doctor cleaned the wound again and said tiredly:
"My lords, the prince has lost too much blood and cannot debridement any more, otherwise he will die. I don't dare to do any more debridement."
The white-haired military doctor's face was as white as his hair. This was the first time he had seen such a trauma, and he had already sentenced Su Lu to death in his heart.
"Snapped"
The jar in Su Lu's hand fell to the ground, the black jar shattered to pieces, and the wine splashed everywhere.
Taking two steps forward, Su Ping grabbed the old man's collar and said in a voice as cold as an ice knife: "What did you say? Do you know who he is? If he dies, the entire temple city will be buried with him."
The old military doctor's face turned even paler: "General, I really can't do anything, the prince's wound is bleeding all the time!
According to the old man's experience, there is no way that there is so much congestion in the body from this war. With so much congestion, it is impossible for a person not to feel uncomfortable."
Su Ping turned around and asked Niba next to him: "Second brother has been in poor health recently. He has been in a wheelchair since the Tule War. Have you always been feeling unwell?"
Niba nodded: "Yes, after the battle of Tule, the prince's injury has not recovered. It should be due to old diseases."
The old military doctor calculated with his fingers: "The Battle of Thule has been more than half a year ago, and your injury has not healed yet. This..."
The old man couldn't imagine what kind of quack doctor it was that left the blood clot in the prince's body.
Tudun said next to him: "The doctor said that the wounds the prince received were too deep and too heavy, and the bruises might not be clean. When he arrives in the capital, he will clean the wounds of the prince again."
"The prince has been in the capital for more than half a year and has not seen the doctor come to the capital, so he came to Xiting."
Cao Hua suddenly asked: "Old man, if you do it, are you sure you can clean up the congestion inside?"
The old man quickly sprinkled medicinal powder on the wound, wrapped it in clean gauze, and kept saying:
"I know the miracle doctor you are talking about. He is nicknamed Ghost Hand by the people in the world. Now I will stop the bleeding and let the prince recover from his injuries. My lords, you should continue to look for Ghost Hand to treat the prince's injuries."
In the camp, everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to make a decision.
"Save the prince first and see what the prince says?"
Luo Xuan spoke, his tone full of sadness.
Everyone discussed it and agreed to Luo Xuan's proposal.
Qian Buzhou sat down beside the bed, raised his hands flat, and started to use his mental skills. The inner breath entered Su Lu's body and guided the disordered inner breath in Su Lu's body.
"Okay, old money."
Su Lu opened his eyes and spoke.
Qian Buzhou hurriedly let go and stood up. After this battle, Qian Buzhou was convinced of Su Lu.
The prince is not only good at fighting, but he also knows how to employ people. Normally, he doesn't know that he can lead a cavalry army so well.
Su Lu asked, "Is my injury serious?"
Cao Hua knelt down beside the bed and said in a sad voice: "Master, the doctor said that your old illness has not been cured, and now you have a new injury. Only ghost hands can cure it."
Su Lu smiled: "Why are you crying if someone can cure you? It's not too late to cry if no one can cure you."
"Have you sent a message to His Majesty? This great victory and the agreement with the Qin army have been sent to Your Majesty."
Luo Xuan said next to him: "Not yet, my lord, you are unconscious and no one can make the decision. This victory document cannot be issued. If your lord cannot wake up, this time will not be a great victory, but a catastrophe."
Su Lu gave a bitter smile: "You old Luo, just say some depressing words. Go ahead and report your victory to Your Majesty, and ask for the ghost hand to heal my injuries."
Luo Xuan turned around and went out to write a letter reporting victory.
Su Ping knelt in front of Su Lu's bed, with snot and tears in his eyes: "Second brother, it's all my bastard that caused your old injury to relapse. I went into battle myself. I deserve to die."
"Why cry?"
Su Lu reprimanded Su Ping: "You guys followed me from the northern border to Xiting and made countless military exploits. The court will treat you well. You have all the honors and military exploits. If you lead the army again in the future and violate military discipline, don't blame me."
Cruel and ruthless."
Su Ping muttered: "Obviously you treat us well, it's none of the imperial court's business."
"What did you say?"
Su Lu's face turned dark, and the wound began to hurt again.
Su Ping said hurriedly: "Second brother, don't be angry. I didn't say anything. You are right. The court treats us well. I will go to Mr. Luo right away. I will personally escort the victory documents to Beijing and ask for your Majesty's help."
Ghost hands."
Su Lu stopped Su Ping: "Don't go, let Luo Xuan go. This time is also a matter of glory. Luo Xuan has been in the army for half his life, and he is still a guerrilla general. Let him go this time."
A stalemate with the Qin army, a defeat first and then a victory. Such a great victory is a great victory for the southwest strategy for Your Majesty and the three provinces. Although it cannot be publicized due to the agreement between Su Lu and Li Chengfeng, it can guarantee the security of the southwest five provinces.
In the year of peace, such a great achievement still needs to be rewarded.
Su Lu is naturally the first meritorious officer, but a general who goes to report a victory is likely to receive the first meritorious service. If he has the opportunity to move around, it is not impossible to be promoted to two or three levels of honor, or even be awarded a knighthood.
Su Ping curled his lips and said: "I can't claim credit. If I go, I will be scolded by His Majesty. Compared with your safety, second brother, this Xiting is nothing in His Majesty's heart."
Su Lu ignored Su Ping and turned to Qian Buzhou:
"Old Qian, I'm seriously injured and can't take charge. You can take charge of the Central Army for me these days."
"Sending scouts to Western Qin, I want to know the real reason why Li Chengfeng doesn't want him to defeat Waiden."
