After the flames of war dissipated overnight and it was confirmed that the Dongnu army had indeed retreated, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Being able to hold the door closed this time and prevent Dong Nu from entering through it was a great achievement.
The atmosphere in the room became much more joyful, and everyone chatted in low voices, eliminating the tension from yesterday.
"What are the casualties?" Chang Yuncheng asked.
These words made everyone quiet down again.
"More than 600 people were injured and more than 200 people were killed in the battle." A general replied hurriedly.
This number was compiled hurriedly overnight, and may not be accurate, but the final number will definitely be more, not less.
In just one day, there were so many casualties. Chang Yuncheng sighed softly, while others looked relaxed.
Every time after a war, there are casualty statistics, which are not unfamiliar to generals. They have even become accustomed to them, so accustomed to them that they become numb, and those numbers are just numbers.
This is not because they are ruthless, but because they have no choice. On the battlefield, life and death can change in the blink of an eye. After the war, there is nothing they can do if they are seriously injured or disabled. The reality is so cruel, ruthless and helpless. What can they do if they are not numb?
"Go and see the wounded." Chang Yuncheng said.
Everyone was a little surprised, but immediately stood up.
"Soldiers fighting bloody battles should go to visit and comfort them." Everyone agreed.
When Chang Yuncheng and others were patrolling along the street, they saw several large pots with water boiling in them on the street.
Sitting or standing under the eaves of the street were soldiers with minor injuries. At this time, doctors in white clothes carrying medicine boxes were checking and changing their dressings.
The officials who followed Chang Yuncheng looked increasingly surprised as they walked.
There were no chaotic and wailing scenes like those after the war in the past. Although there were many people on the street, it was not noisy. There was some strange medicinal smell in the air, which weakened the pungent smell of blood a lot.
The most important thing is, why does everything look clean wherever you go?
It's really strange that this word "clean" appears in a place where wounded soldiers gathered after the war...
"Is the water in these pots used for cooking?" someone couldn't help but ask.
"No, it's for disinfection." Chang Yuncheng replied.
disinfect?
The generals looked at each other and understood at the same time.
The military generals who were born as princes were indeed different from these people in that they were well-informed.
They couldn't help but stop and look at a soldier sitting by the wall with an injured arm being treated.
"Can you bear the pain?" the doctor asked.
Since anesthetics are limited and are mainly used in severe cases, this kind of injury can be treated without anesthesia.
The soldier nodded, picked up his knife and put the handle in his mouth.
The doctor took out the cotton ball from the medicine box he carried with him and poured some water from a porcelain bottle. The cotton ball was immediately soaked.
Everyone stood close and could smell the strong smell of alcohol.
These are people who are addicted to alcohol. Naturally, they can tell. Watching the doctor scrubbing the soldier's wound repeatedly with cotton, he used up a lot of cotton, and the wine...
Soon the doctor stopped washing, and the generals present breathed a sigh of relief.
That's enough.
But the doctor took out another bottle...
Not finished yet?
The generals couldn't help but widen their eyes.
Watching the doctor pour the powder from the bottle onto the soldier's wound, take out the cloth tape and wrap it up layer by layer.
The generals breathed a sigh of relief again.
Darling, this is too delicate...
Then I breathed a sigh of relief and saw the doctor taking out another bottle...
It’s not over yet!
"This is an oral pill, taken twice a day," the doctor said.
The soldier took it with trembling hands.
Still need to take medicine?
No one has ever treated these skin injuries in this way. In the past, it was good to wash and bandage them.
Can you still take medicine?
"Someone will change your dressing in three days." The doctor said again, then stood up and walked quickly to the next soldier.
My mother.
Seeing these generals standing still, Chang Yuncheng became a little impatient. His eyes searched eagerly, scanning the houses along the street. According to habit, the woman was always there...
A general also looked at the house next to him, curiously looking at the wooden board with red background and white letters hanging in front of the house. It was particularly conspicuous, and he couldn't help but read it out.
What is this?
Chang Yuncheng had already walked towards the house marked with critical illness.
The generals didn't understand why and hurriedly followed him.
"Severe disease one, prepare medicine."
Two people in the room were shouting, and a large medicine box was placed in front of them.
After hearing this, three doctors who were busy in the room came over.
"There are 138 people with serious illness, 38 penicillins, and 18 bottles of salt water." The person who called first said, holding a piece of paper in his hand, reading it, and then handed it over, "Please check."
One of the three doctors took the paper, and the two short men counted the medicines in the medicine box. They quickly nodded, and the doctor started writing on the paper.
"Fortunately." Both parties said to each other, and then went off to do their own business.
These doctors were brought by Chang Yuncheng with the army. Although everyone did not recognize their people, they recognized their clothes. They were completely different from the military doctors on our side.
It is very loyal for someone to come to lead the army to support, and even the doctor also brought support, which is really shameful.
"Three people are looking after thirty-eight people?" the general standing at the door asked in surprise, with a serious look on his face, "Isn't this nonsense?"
"Yes, don't we have thirty military doctors? What are they doing?" someone immediately asked.
The general even got angry and cursed, saying that it was no use for me to kill these weaklings and trash like the enemy.
Chang Yuncheng frowned and said nothing. The doctor who delivered the medicine didn't want to hear it anymore.
"Don't make any noise here. Your military doctors are busy dealing with minor injuries. There's no need for them here." One said angrily.
The generals choked up after saying this.
No need...
This sentence was harsher than the ten words they had just scolded.
"Where is Mrs. Qi?" Chang Yuncheng, who had been silent, asked.
The two doctors were busy saluting respectfully.
"Your Majesty, Master still has another operation, which will be over in a while," they said.
Chang Yuncheng frowned again and looked at the three tents in the middle of the street not far away.
It's been a day and a night, this woman...
He walked quickly over there.
The generals didn't know why and hurriedly followed him.
As soon as we arrived in front of the camp, we heard a commotion.
"Master, Master." "Yue Niang!" "Let me carry her down!"
When these two voices came out, Chang Yuncheng felt his heartbeat suddenly stop, and he suddenly rushed over.
Someone from the camp rushed out carrying a stretcher.
"How is she?" Chang Yuncheng looked at the woman with pale complexion and chapped lips, shouted loudly, and held Qi Yue's hand.
No one from the camp came out. Liu Pucheng had already taken over from Qi Yue and lowered his head to perform sutures. Zhang Tong and Aru were dealing with the injured man's other wounds. They looked firm and did not panic.
"If you are too tired, use salt water." Liu Pucheng said, "Use Guqi Decoction."
The other generals also followed, looking with some curiosity.
"So what do women do on the battlefield?"
"That's right, isn't this causing trouble?"
Someone couldn't help but say.
Before they finished speaking, Chang Yuncheng had already followed the stretcher to the next room.
"Hey? General?" they shouted in surprise, "What are you doing?"
They turned around and looked around. No one answered their words, and their eyes looked a little angry.
These doctors, because they are generals in military strategy, are in charge of the camp, so they are so rude, right?
"Come out! Come out!"
An excited voice came from afar. Everyone looked in shock and saw an old man jumping up and down, followed by two or three people behind him.
"Yue Niang, Yue Niang, come out!" Zhou Maochun shouted loudly, his voice trembling.
What came out?
The generals frowned and looked at this sloppy old man and woman in confusion. The people the general brought here were really strange.
The person behind the old man came over panting, this person was familiar to the generals.
"Doctor Qiao, what are you doing? Why are you running around without taking care of so many wounded soldiers?" A general frowned.
Qiao Minghua looked excited at this time, and there were traces of sweat or tears on his face.
Of course, the general thought it was best to sweat.
"Sir, come out!" Qiao Minghua also shouted, his voice hoarse and trembling.
"What's going on?" the general shouted with a serious face.
Crazy!
"Sir, the 637 injured this time have been counted now. These injured, these injured..." Qiao Minghua said in a trembling voice. He was so excited that he was shaking uncontrollably, so that what he said in the end was...
I can't talk anymore.
Zhou Maochun pushed him away and shook the paper in his hand.
"All 637 injured people, 392 people with minor injuries, can be treated and recovered, and half of the remaining seriously injured people can be rescued!" he shouted loudly.
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned for a moment. Even Liu Pucheng and others who were concentrating on the operation raised their heads, as if they did not understand what he meant.
"What do you mean?" a general asked in confusion.
Zhou Maochun jumped in front of him, his eyes widened and his face turned red.
"What do you mean? What do you mean? Damn, six hundred and thirty-seven people, six hundred and thirty-seven injured, more than five hundred people can be rescued, more than five hundred people can be cured, more than five hundred people! Five hundred lives.
! Five hundred lives can be taken back! Five hundred lives, the Lord of Hell cannot take them away! Five hundred! Human life! Human life! Do you fucking know what this means?" He waved the paper in his hand and shouted wildly,
Foaming at the mouth.
The general was sprayed all over his face, but he didn't notice it. He was stunned by the shouting.
Five hundred... human lives...
What is a human being? What is human life? How many years does it take from birth to toddler to spiritual enlightenment? How much food does it take?
What is a human being? What is human life? How many years does it take to become a warrior who can wield swords and guns from an ordinary person? How many times does it take to train? How much hard work and energy does it take?
What is human life? More than ten years of eating and drinking will sustain more than ten years of worldly training. It takes more than ten years of ups and downs to polish a person! Only then can it be considered a life!
The life that has been tempered by heaven and earth for more than ten years can disappear in the blink of an eye on the battlefield.
Heaven and earth are merciless, and all creatures are like dogs.
Now, this mutt dog that could have been easily crushed has escaped!
From the swords and guns of Dong Nu, from the fighting on the battlefield, from the door of the Palace of Hell, I walked around bloody and alive again!
A warrior who has died once is a true warrior!
What's the meaning?
This means that they are about to have five hundred fierce warriors! No, these five hundred warriors are no longer just five hundred, their combat power will be more than five hundred!
What does it mean? It means...
"I'm mad..." the general muttered, and then his face twitched, as if he was infected by Zhou Maochun, and he suddenly raised his hand and waved it fiercely.
