Chapter 681: Number one in the world, well deserved
Wang Xuan spread his hands and looked like how do I know, "Yes, the world is huge, and there are all kinds of wonders. Reality is always better than fiction. Ahem, reality is so bizarre and weird. It shocked the grassland and killed barbarians. The flying general was frightened by the news.
, Aoxiao Hulao Pass, the best general in the world, is a master under Ding Yuan."
"Otherwise, how else could Ding Yuan be promoted to the position of governor so quickly? Lu Bu was the boss, so naturally he had no connection with the military. In order to take the credit, it was justifiable and logical, so Ding Yuan wanted to accept Lu Bu as his adopted son. The problem is, Lu Bu
Is there the ability to disagree? Is there?”
"Lü Bu is from Wuyuan in Bingzhou. If he still wants to join the army and lead troops, he must recognize Ding Yuan as his adoptive father."
"Over the years, the Hu people invaded Youzhou in the east, and then Zhang Chun proclaimed himself emperor, and rebellions continued. To the west, Xiliang, the Qiang rebellion, Beigong Boyu's rebellion, Han Sui and Ma Teng's rebellion continued without a break.
At that time, Bingzhou, which is also on the border, has been peaceful and peaceful these years. In the years when Lu Bu was in Bingzhou, not only did the barbarians who fought alone fled in panic and did not dare to invade the border, but Bingzhou was so powerful that no one dared to think twice."
"It can be said that with Lu Bu's achievements, there is no problem in being granted the title of Tinghou. However, he is just a boss. He is not officially canonized by the court, but is just an official subordinate to the governor. The reason is that Ding Yuan
I'm afraid, Lu Bu's reputation is too great. Bingzhou Langqi looks after Lu Bu, not Ding Yuan at all. Ding Yuan now has the position of governor, and Lu Bu can barely suppress Bingzhou Langqi if Lu Bu is his subordinate. If
If Lu Bu were released, Ding Yuan would have already surpassed him in official positions."
"Ding Yuan was able to bring the Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry to Luoyang only because of Lu Bu. This is why after Lu Bu killed Ding Yuan, no one in the entire Bingzhou army had the slightest objection, and Lu Bu took over naturally."
"Lu Bu, the best general in the world, deserves his reputation!"
"Kill Ding Yuan, damn it, if it were me, I would have killed this idiot a long time ago!" As he said this, Wang Xuan also got angry, "In addition, once Lu Bu left, Lu Bu's hometown, Wuyuan County, now...
It was completely taken over by barbarians."
After saying this, Zhang Fei's beard exploded with anger, and he gnashed his teeth and kept circling in circles. He was totally angry and had no place to vent his anger. Lu Bu felt this way, and he felt the same way.
In other words, the three straw sandal brothers all feel the same way.
In the first year of Zhongping, after the Yellow Turban Rebellion, the three of them had not received the reward for a long time. They waited for three years. After following Gongsun Zan and quelling the Zhang Chun Rebellion, they were granted the title of County Lieutenant of Anxi County. This is simply insulting.
All right!
The most egregious thing is that later, the imperial court issued an order: Anyone who became an official because of military merit would be selected and eliminated, and the governor of the county would dismiss Liu Bei...
This is the origin of whipping the governor.
Over the years, every time I think about these things, the three straw sandal brothers get very angry!
It's just that the three of them didn't dare to be as decisive as Lu Bu, but they had no such thoughts or impulses in their hearts.
Wang Xuan's words not only eliminated the three brothers' dissatisfaction with Lu Bu, but also gave him a sense of identity. Especially Zhang Fei, who hated Lu Bu at first, now likes him so much.
However, that's the thing. Although Lu Bu has some stains on his body, national justice can clean him up!
"Okay, don't go around here anymore. You're so ugly, I'm dizzy when you look at it." Wang Xuan called Zhang Fei to stop, "This is a temporary break for Lu Bu. We will meet again soon. Put it away.
It's a pity for Lu Bu."
After talking for a while, today's siege battle is over again. The coalition soldiers have withdrawn like a tide. In addition to a lot of corpses lost under the city wall, all that is left are wounds on the body, but there is no result at all.
, morale will inevitably drop.
Seeing the injured soldiers passing by, the numbness on their faces and the look of waiting for death made Wang Xuan frown involuntarily and his steps stopped in place.
A group of people saw Wang Xuan stop and quickly stabilized their horses. Liu Bei turned around and asked, "Zai Zhi, what's the matter?"
"Let me ask you, how do we usually deal with wounded soldiers in our army?" Wang Xuan frowned and looked at Liu Bei. During the Ming Dynasty, the army established a complete military medical system. It became a habit and Wang Xuan forgot about it.
"Uh..." Liu Bei was stunned, and then said: "I bandaged it myself, what else can I do? There are no doctors in the army, and even if there are, there is no medicine available!"
"What about the death rate of wounded soldiers?"
"I haven't thought about it, but it's about half and half. Once the wound becomes suppurative, it will be difficult to heal." Speaking of this, Liu Bei, who is known for his benevolence, looked gloomy. He really wanted to save him, but he really had no choice. He had been like this for thousands of years.
What can he do if he comes over!
Liu Bei had really endured hardships and hardships, and he cared the most for these lower-class people and soldiers among all the princes, no one else.
"That's it!" Mr. Wang Xuan thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Xuande, are the wounded camps of the various princes together or separated?"
"They are all in the back camp, but they are separated."
Wang Xuan also understood this. If all the wounded soldiers were placed in the camp, the screams and groans alone could completely destroy the morale of an army.
"This is really pie in the sky!" Wang Xuan clicked his tongue, pulled Liu Bei and murmured in a low voice: "You go to all the princes and come if you can. It doesn't matter if you pay more. As for the reason?
You just say that you were born in poverty, but you have received a lot of favors from the people. Now you are in a high position, and you want to repay but you can't find anyone. Therefore, you want to try your best to do something good that you can do, firstly to make yourself feel at ease, and secondly to pray for the big man.
.”
"In other words, they are all Han people. As members of the Han clan, we want to do our best to take care of these wounded soldiers who have fought hard for the Han Dynasty."
"Anyway, you can make up any specific reasons. Try to get all these wounded soldiers back."
"Ah!" Liu Bei was stunned, "Why bring all the wounded soldiers back?"
It is true that he is benevolent, but he also knows how high the mortality rate of wounded soldiers is. Besides, he cannot take care of and treat so many people after they are brought back!
If one thing is not done well, it will be a huge scapegoat!
"Of course, if you bring me back for treatment, what else can you do!" Wang Xuan said with a mysterious face: "As long as it's not an injury like missing an arm or a leg, or an ordinary gunshot wound, I can save it, you understand!"
"Wounded soldiers are a good thing. These guys have been on the battlefield, killed the enemy, and been injured. They are the most elite and best young people. As long as they are rescued, they will not only be grateful to us, but these kind of veterans cannot be compared with new recruits."
.”
"We can all be saved!" Liu Bei's voice suddenly rose, which really shocked him.
In ancient times, if the casualty rate reaches 10% and does not collapse, it is considered an elite soldier. In fact, this is not as good as the young gangsters. When the young and Dangerous gangs fight, the casualty rate is much higher than this.
Were the ancient people not loyal or brave enough?
Certainly not!
The most important point is that in ancient times, the level of medical care and the number of doctors were issues. Once injured, it was basically a matter of life or death. Whether you survived or not all depended on luck.
Who the hell can stand this? Not being afraid of injury and not being afraid of death are two different concepts.
Not being afraid of death and watching your wounds become infected, inflamed, suppurative, and eventually tortured to death are two different concepts.