The camp was set up next to a ditch, probably for the convenience of cleaning wounds. The security around the camp gate is different from other camps and has been reinforced a lot. Led by his retainers, Lord Xinling and his entourage led three carriages into the camp.
Several medical officers came up to greet them, and the retainer introduced them: "General, please help me!" The smell here was indeed very unpleasant, and the retainer was already a little dizzy.
Lord Xinling returned the greeting to several medical officers and asked, "Why is the qi so turbid?"
The medical officer replied helplessly: "This place is low and humid, and none of the camps are connected here. It is also in the center of the camps, where sewage collects, so the qi is turbid."
Lord Xinling asked: "Who is setting up camp here?"
The medical officer said: "The Chinese army will take care of it."
Lord Xinling said: "What orders do you have, Doctor Jinbi?"
The medical officer said: "The wounded soldiers will be sent to the Chinese Army for placement."
Lord Xinling said to the medical officer and retainers: "You two will report to the Jin doctor and the general of the Central Army separately. After the camp is injured, it will be sent to the rear army for resettlement."
The two men saluted and left quickly, as if they had received a pardon. Lord Xinling looked helplessly at the wounded lying on the ground, but no one stood up to greet them. Lord Xinling had no choice but to take the initiative to walk to the nearest wounded soldier, kneel on the ground, and asked: "Brother, where is the injury? Let me look at it!"
The man opened his eyes and said, "General, how dare you do this!"
Lord Xinling said: "Brother, why are you injured and unable to lie down?"
The man said: "I am a humble man, but I was hit in his arm, and it is hard to come out. His arm is already disabled, so it is difficult to do anything."
Mr. Zhongyue asked: "Can it be seen?"
The man turned his injured left arm over, and Mr. Zhongyue carefully untied the tight cloth belt. A dark red wound opened ferociously, with a dark arrowhead in the middle.
Mr. Zhongyue asked: "Who is the medical officer?"
The man said: "The Chinese army will send you."
Mr. Zhongyue asked: "Do the former armies also have medical officers?"
The man said: "How can there be medical officers in the former army? But we need help from our colleagues!"
Mr. Zhongyue said: "Why are you sending them all into the Chinese army?"
The man said: "My camp is completely gone and we retreated into the middle army, so we sent them in."
During the conversation, the retainer arrived and said: "My lord has a word and the general has an order, so I dare not resign. However, this battalion has been included in the register of the central army. If it returns to the rear army, it will be given to another register."
Lord Xinling said: "Well! It should be so. This battalion will be reinstated into the rear army, and everything will be given by the rear army."
The retainer said: "The division of the Chinese army should not be less!"
This request made Lord Xinling a little annoyed: The wounded were left to the rear army, and the supplies must not be reduced. What does this mean? Just as he was about to retort, Zhong Yue next to him interjected: "After the front army of the Chinese army, Feng Dy is handed over to the front. Although one battalion is missing, the war will not be reduced, and the number of divisions should not be reduced." Lord Xinling listened. , even though he didn’t know the reason, he didn’t say anything anymore.
When the retainers saw that Lord Xinling agreed to the conditions proposed by the general, they said, "I am willing to obey the general's orders!"
Mr. Zhongyue said: "I would like to get several carriages to carry my money! I will return it in a short time."
The retainer said: "The general will be informed."
Mr. Zhongyue said: "Why work, but only a word is enough!"
The retainers didn't know why, so Mr. Zhongyue and Lord Xinling led the retainers to the nearest camp. Guided by his retainers, he passed the sentry post smoothly and called out the camp commander. After being introduced by the retainers, the camp chief greeted him. Lord Xinling said: "I feel pity for the wounded in the camp. I want to move him to the rear army and take good care of him. The camp has few chariots and chariots. I am willing to get several chariots from the camp and return in a short time."
The camp commander had seen Lord Xinling from a distance a few days ago, and now that there were witnesses from the generals and retainers of the Chinese army, there was no doubt that he ordered people to prepare all the ten chariots in the camp, and also assigned fifty people to accompany him as guards. Lord Xinling secretly gave Mr. Zhongyue a big thumbs up.
After returning to the wounded camp, several disciples had already checked on thirty or forty wounded people each. Their meticulousness also won the trust of the wounded. Lord Xinling waited until the injuries of all the wounded were inspected before he shouted: "Where is the Yingsi?"
Everyone was stunned, and one person said: "The camp commander is not injured and has not entered the camp."
Lord Xinling replied: "Who is the longest?"
Two people stood up and said, "My uncle!"
Lord Xinling looked at it and saw that one of them was injured in the arm and the other in the leg, so he asked, "Can you walk?"
The two replied: "Of course!"
Lord Xinling asked again: "Who is the eldest of the two?"
The one who was injured in the leg replied: "The bear pawn is a little longer."
Lord Xinling said: "Why do you call me by your name?"
The one who was injured in the leg replied: "The humble concubine's name is Hei Er, and he is called Hei Er in the camp."
Lord Xinling said: "The Xiong soldiers will act as the camp commander, and the black soldiers will assist him. The rest of the duties will be in their own place. You can do it."
There were a total of 324 injured people. Most of the injuries were in the legs and arms, which were still able to move. A few were injured in the buttocks, thighs, etc., and the movement was difficult. The two soldiers, Xiong and Hei, were obviously very familiar with these people. They quickly arranged the lightly wounded people into a queue and designated the soldiers and Shiwu. The more than ten people who were seriously injured were not arranged in a queue, and were helped into the car by the lightly wounded people. . Lord Xinling watched from the side and was very satisfied with what the two of them had done.
Lord Xinling asked them to put their weapons, luggage and other things in the car. The one with injured arms supported the one with injured legs and drove off. Mr. Zhongyue briefly exchanged words with Lord Xinling, and then drove back to Huayang City with his two disciples to arrange a place to live. Lord Xinling returned on foot with a group of wounded people. The two people in the car were walking beside him, and the collected medicine was still unopened in the car. As Lord Xinling walked, he chatted with the soldiers around him, discussing the progress of the war during the day, his views on the Qin people, and his own mood. At first, the soldiers were a little cautious, but they gradually relaxed and spoke the truth from the bottom of their hearts. Even the soldiers who were escorting the carriage couldn't help but come over and chime in to tell their own experiences. The ten miles passed unknowingly during the conversation, and the wounded people even forgot about the pain on their bodies.
Seeing Mr. Zhongyue waiting in front, everyone suddenly realized the passage of time. Mr. Zhongyue has already found Houjun Youbiao and Uncle Tang, etc., and asked them to find people who can treat metal wounds, especially arrow wounds. Uncle Tang immediately recommended two people from all over the Tang Dynasty to come over; You Pian then issued an order to the elders of the various villages, asking them to summon the most skilled doctors from their own villages. So now there are more than a dozen people standing behind Mr. Zhongyue, all doctors from various villages, and doctors from other villages are coming here one after another. After a brief inquiry, two of them were equipped with pliers to pick out the butt heads, but they didn't carry them with them. Mr. Zhongyue asked them to get it quickly. Mr. Zhongyue also notified the city to send a piece of linen to wrap up the wounded.
Seeing everyone coming, Mr. Zhongyue took them to a small courtyard with five rooms, which was very clean. Mr. Zhongyue asked the doctors to live in the main courtyard, and the wounded were placed in the adjacent courtyard.
A large cauldron was lit on fire in the main courtyard, and the disciples threw the picked and cleaned wild chrysanthemums and humiculus into the cauldron to cook. Doctors from various villages arrived one after another, and the two doctors with pliers also arrived. One of them also carried a wooden board with a rope on his back to restrain the injured limb and prevent it from moving due to pain when clamping the arrow.
Mr. Zhongyue divided the work among the doctors. Most of them used bowls to hold the decoction and clean the wounds of the wounded. The two doctors were unable to remove the head, and four or five strong doctors were selected to help. Lord Xinling and his disciples helped the wounded whose heads could not be removed to the main courtyard. Some of the wounded were trembling with fear, while others seemed indifferent. Without exception, they were all forcibly restrained with ropes, and doctors used pliers to remove the heads. These butt heads could not be pulled out at the initial stage. Not to mention their deep location, some of them were covered with muscles. It even required scissors to cut through the skin and flesh before removing the pliers. Even if it is clamped, it is difficult to use force, and it requires some twisting to remove it; if the butt head penetrates deep into the bone marrow, removing it is simply a kind of torture. Throughout the night, the sounds of shouting and mourning continued until everyone around them was numb.
Lord Xinling stubbornly insisted on personally helping out the wounded who had their heads removed, and then sent them back to the yard to pick up the next one after the operation was completed. Some people were frightened and begged not to be treated. Lord Xinling said with a straight face: "Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!" He just dragged them out for surgery.
Mr. Zhongyue would not spare the wounded after the operation. He would put cloth strips soaked in medicinal juice into the wound. Although this was also very painful, it was much lighter than the operation.
For those injured who did not need surgery, other doctors had already squeezed out the blood, cleaned the wounds, and bandaged them with new cloths. The wounded felt distressed when they saw the entire white cloth being torn into strips and tied around their wounds, and felt Lord Xinling's determination to save them no matter the cost. None of them took a break, they all sat around the operators, sharing their pain; they encouraged those who were about to go out for surgery and increased their confidence. At this moment, the feeling of sharing life and death overflowed among this group of people.
It took half the night before the operation was over. After midnight, everyone who had undergone the operation fell asleep, and the other wounded and doctors also rested elsewhere. Lord Xinling informed the doctor that he did not need to return to the team in the early morning to answer the call, so he returned to the city with Mr. Zhongyue and others, and the sound of drums was already ringing...
At the morning meeting, Mr. Liang Wei and Si Mang were ordered by Lord Xinling to report to Dr. Jin Bi that the wounded camp had been placed in a counter brigade in the rear army. Doctors had been prepared, but there were injured people who could be rescued. Dr. Jin Bi thanked him and said that he had not thought carefully and had failed the prince's expectations, so he should apologize.
Due to the loss of a battalion's combat effectiveness in yesterday's battle, everyone felt a little heavy. Doctor Jin Bi said: "The arrows of the Qin people are so fierce that they can block out the sky and the sun. When you encounter them, you should curl up and use your armor to face them to avoid being hurt by the arrows." He said and demonstrated, "If you encounter the Qin people today, please tell your soldiers Avoid arrows in this way to reduce damage." All the generals responded.
Jin Bi asked again: "How many Chinese doctors are there in the camp?"
Mr. Liang Wei said: "Young Master is recruiting twenty or thirty doctors from the countryside."
Jin Bi pondered and said: "Are there any skilled doctors in the countryside?...Each army can recruit skilled doctors from the countryside, gather the rear troops, and return them to the wounded camp for dispatch. All those who are injured in battle will be sent to the wounded camp for treatment." All generals should respond. .
After the morning meeting, each general returned to the camp, reorganized the troops, and conveyed the tactical actions that Dr. Jin Bi thought of to each camp, so that they could all be informed and prepare for battle. At the same time, Lord Xinling was informed that a wounded camp had been set up in the rear army, and anyone with injuries could be sent to the wounded camp for treatment. They also recruited nearly a hundred doctors from the civilian army and sent them to the rear army.
