At this moment, a man hurried over and shouted: "My lord, this is bad!"
Liu Rengui turned around, frowned and asked, "Master Qin Bo, what happened?"
The master surnamed Qin, Bo, said hurriedly: "There are too many wounded soldiers, the wounded barracks can no longer accommodate them, and the number of doctors is not enough..."
Liu Rengui was shocked and said, "How could this happen? Then take Marquis Zhongyi to the barracks in the south of the city first..."
After saying that, he raised his hands and expressed his apology to Yang Fan: "General, please forgive me. I'll take my leave beforehand."
Yang Fan was quite curious and said: "Let Lord Qin Bo take the soldiers over first. It just so happens that I have nothing to do, so I will go and have a look together."
After saying that, he waved his hand and gave an order to Zhai Changsun.
Liu Rengui nodded silently and hurriedly turned around to lead the way. Yang Fan followed closely behind. Su Dingfang and Wang Xiaojie looked at each other and followed suit.
Under the leadership of Liu Rengui, several people came to the wounded barracks.
In the Tang Dynasty, the army actually already had the prototype of a field hospital.
Once the soldiers were injured or injured, they were placed in a place for treatment.
Of course, medical treatment is just an excuse. The main concern is that the wailing of wounded soldiers will affect the morale of the army.
Stepping into the wounded soldiers camp, the inside was different from the hustle and bustle of the streets outside. There were thousands of wounded soldiers lying on simple bunks with dull faces, wailing.
Maybe there were too many wounded soldiers to fit inside the house, so they set up tents directly in the open space in the hospital for treatment.
It's said to be treatment, but it's actually the same as waiting to die. After all, the ratio between doctors and wounded soldiers is too huge.
Even if there are doctors specially sent by the imperial court, the doctors usually only serve the officers and rarely take care of the ordinary soldiers because they cannot take care of them at all.
Most of the patients and wounded on these battlefields are still waiting to die. There is no way, medical care is relatively backward, and there is a shortage of doctors, medical equipment, and medicinal materials.
As soon as he stepped into the sick camp, Yang Fan's ears were filled with the cries of wounded soldiers, and the air was filled with the smell of putrid and medicinal materials.
There were several doctors in the barracks who were busy, but they obviously couldn't take care of them, because wounded people were being carried over from time to time, and the hospital was overcrowded.
There were excrement and blood stains everywhere. It could be seen that this injury camp may not have been cleaned at all since it was set up.
With such harsh conditions, this isn't a sick camp, it's like a mass grave!
Just standing in it, Yang Fan felt that his life span would be shortened a lot. It was simply not a place for people to stay.
This was already the case when the war started. If the war started, wouldn't there be as many wounded soldiers as a crucian carp crossing a river?
When there are too many wounded soldiers and the doctors don't have enough manpower, the soldiers can't be saved at all and can only carry on.
Yang Fan finally understood why ancient wars often resulted in huge casualties. Not all soldiers died in battle. As long as the injuries were slightly more severe, it would be better to simply die.
Rows of wounded soldiers lay on the straw mats at the entrance of the sick camp, covered in blood, with wounds so deep that their bones were visible. They lay there dying, and only soft moans could be heard.
Even though these soldiers were seriously injured, they had to wait outside the house because there was no place to place them inside.
At this time, a doctor was examining a wounded soldier who had injured his leg, and he frowned.
Liu Rengui took a step forward and asked, "Doctor Zeng, is it really hopeless?"
The doctor surnamed Zeng said nothing and kept sighing. He was obviously helpless to deal with the wounded soldier. This look already explained the problem.
Yang Fan frowned slightly, these were the passionate men of the Tang Dynasty, and he was filled with sadness.
The wounded soldier with the wound on his arm slowly woke up and glanced at the arm with only a little flesh hanging on it. A hint of darkness flashed in his eyes. If it weren't for the linen rope tied up, this arm might have left the body long ago.
But the soldier looked pale due to excessive blood loss. He tried his best to smile and said to the doctor named Zeng: "Mr. Zeng, don't waste your efforts. I'm dying. Don't worry about me anymore. Go and show it to other brothers. They He should still be saved."
Although there were tears in his eyes, his eyes were full of determination, and he turned his head to look at the other wounded soldier beside him.
The wounded soldier was shot through the lower abdomen by an arrow, and there was a knife wound on his chest that was deep enough to show the bone.
The whole person seemed to have been fished out of a pool of blood, lying on the straw unable to move.
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Just after hearing the words of the wounded man, he managed to open his eyes and murmured: "Captain, I can't do it anymore. Don't waste time on me. Just let the doctor give me a good time. I am injured by an arrow." , can’t be saved!”
Yang Fan's heart tightened and he was really panicked.
Yang Fan originally wanted to show off his power on the battlefield and achieve military success, but at this moment Yang Fan completely lost his thoughts.
War is cruel, not a child's play, nor is it an excuse to play games in the world.
These people are all alive...
They have families, lovers, sons, friends...
Yang Fan's lips moved, but he couldn't say a word of comfort.
No wonder the ancients said: Soldiers are a major event for the country, the place of life and death, and must be investigated...
It turns out that our ancestors have already experienced the cruelty of war.
At this time, Captain Zheng, who had injured his arm, cursed angrily with tears in his eyes: "You coward, how dare you just shut up and let me see you, your mother is still waiting for you to go back and show your filial piety!"
When the arrow-wounded soldier heard this, he actually became more energetic. He tried to take a few breaths and said, "Mom, I can't wait for you anymore. These Tibetans are so hateful. They actually use dirty tricks. They have the ability to use real swords and spears." Even if I lose in a fight, I will accept it. What is my ability with bows and arrows... However, I am not at a loss. When a guy came to make up for the damage, I bit his throat off, ha...Gulu..."
While speaking, he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, which showed that his energy and blood were even weaker.
But even with such a embarrassed look, there is a fierce and bloody spirit.
Yang Fan couldn't help but look sideways secretly.
This is the mighty warrior of the Tang Dynasty. No wonder the glory of the Tang Dynasty has been passed down for thousands of years.
This is not only a symbol, but also a spiritual inheritance.
Time can destroy everything, but it cannot easily erase this spirit.
Team was using his last bit of strength to yell angrily: "You coward, stop talking!"
After yelling, he used his other arm to push himself up hard, looked up at Doctor Zeng, and begged: "Mr. Zeng, please take a look at him quickly. If you can still be saved, leave me alone."
This man whose arm was almost cut off didn't even frown because of his pain.
But when he said this, the tears in his eyes could no longer be held back and flowed down.
In fact, he also knew in his heart that the injury caused by the arrow in the lower abdomen was hopeless?
But he still looked at the doctor named Zeng with hope, hoping to hear a completely different answer from this doctor, even if it was a false comfort.
The corner of Dr. Zeng's mouth twitched, and finally he said in a deep voice: "The arrow has entered the abdomen and injured the intestines. Such arrow injuries cannot be cured at all."
Although Team Zheng already knew the answer, he was still a little disappointed. His eyes instantly dimmed and he bit his lip.
The wounded man next to him heard what they were saying and said loudly: "Brothers, we are not bad! I was also hit by an arrow and will not survive. The two of us will get together on the road to hell, and when we get to the underworld, we will kill the barbarians together." …”
Another person said: "There is still me! We men of the Tang Dynasty can stand up to the heaven and the earth even if we are dead."
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You say something, I say something, and the camp is filled with heroic words.
Even if they are seriously injured, these proud and brave soldiers will not lose half of their true qualities in the face of death!
Yang Fan was completely moved by this sympathy and brotherhood!
No wonder it is said that there are three types of deepest feelings in the world.
We've been to the countryside together, we've spotted girls together, we've carried guns together... nothing more!
This is the bloody nature of the wandering men of the Tang Dynasty.
