"She agreed?"
Hearing this, a pin drop could be heard in the headquarters tent, and Fan Tong's inquiry made everyone lock their eyes on Zhao Xin.
Zhao Xin didn't say anything. He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then nodded slowly...
"I'm sorry, I can't save you. But maybe I can save the baby in your belly. How many months have you been pregnant?"
Hearing Zhao Xin's words, the Mongolian guide was stunned for a moment, and then told the woman. The old lama, who was chanting sutras in a low voice with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes wide after hearing this, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
"Nine months." After listening to the guide's words, the woman's face shone with light, and her originally dim eyes gained a hint of brightness.
Zhao Xin knew that this was the effect of the ginseng soup. He had no time to waste, so he looked into the woman's eyes and continued: "That's it, we have to cut open your stomach with a knife and take out the child. If you agree, We'll do this in a moment. Don't worry, I have a medicine that won't hurt you after the injection."
The woman listened to the guide's translation, stared into Zhao Xin's eyes for a while, and then nodded in agreement. The old lama beside him stood up, stared at Zhao Xin and started talking loudly. Zhao Xin knew that he must not have anything nice to say, so he immediately had the old lama kicked out.
The yurt became quiet again, and Zhao Xin said softly: "After the child is born, what do you want to name the child?"
The woman pondered for a moment and said: "If it's a man, let's call it Xierchen. If it's a woman, let's call it Su Lun."
Zhao Xin nodded, indicating that he remembered. He asked the guide to bring the three children in to see their mother for the last time. Saihan and Deling, who were holding Batu, timidly walked into the yurt. When they saw their mother woke up, they both cried excitedly. The woman showed a look of reluctance and asked Saihan to hold her son Batu closer, kissed the child affectionately, and then spoke to Zhao Xin, while the guide listened and translated for Zhao Xin in a low voice.
"Dear nobleman, can you adopt these children of mine? I am a miserable woman without good fortune. My husband doesn't want me and my children. They follow me and starve every day. They are really desperate. You can give them a little bit of charity every day. Just soup and leftover rice will do. They are very obedient and don’t eat much. Buddha will bless you..."
"Don't worry, I will treat them as my own children! They will eat whatever I eat. I swear to God." Zhao Xin interrupted the woman's babble, stretched out his hand to hold the other's bony hand, and said in a deep voice : "Tell me your name and age. When the children grow up, they will ask who their mother is. I have to let them know where their roots are."
"My name is Uda Bala. I am 27 this year. I can't remember when I was born." After the woman finished speaking, she told her two daughters: "I can't do it anymore. From now on, you can take your brother and follow this Be a noble man. Use him as a cow or a horse to repay the kindness of saving your life."
After hearing this, Saihan and Deling obediently hugged their younger brother and kowtowed to Zhao Xin, while Zhao Xin hurriedly helped the two children up.
After the woman woke up, she talked too much and spent too much energy. At this time, her breath gradually became weaker. When Zhao Xin saw it, he quickly asked the guide to take the crying children out, and fed the woman a few mouthfuls of ginseng soup. When the woman's breathing stabilized, he and the health worker became busy nervously.
Several bright LED lights lit up in some dim yurts. The health workers used ropes to hang all the lights on the support poles on the top of the yurt with the bulbs pointing downward. Zhao Xin took out the surgical instruments and lidocaine for anesthesia. In addition, there were iodophors for disinfection, hemostatic gauze, disposable gloves, surgical gowns, masks, etc.
Seeing Zhao Xin conjuring up a lot of things in a blink of an eye, the two hygienists were so wide-eyed that their jaws almost touched the floor. Zhao Xin told him that he could not tell anyone about this matter, as it would rot in his stomach. The hygienist nodded hurriedly in agreement.
Zhao Xin asked the soldiers outside to guard the door of the yurt, saying that no one was allowed to come in unless they were told. He also asked the Mongolian guide to take the three children away. The old lama who was kicked out did not leave either. Instead, he sat on the ground not far away and muttered something.
Zhao Xin had no time to pay attention to him. He and the hygienist helped each other disinfect their hands and arms with iodophor, put on clothes and gloves, and then began to disinfect the woman. For safety reasons, the two of them wiped the woman's withered chest with povidone iodine all the way to her knees.
In another time and space, women were usually given lumbar epidural anesthesia for caesarean section, that is, spinal anesthesia. But now it was an emergency, and the woman named "Udabala" would definitely not survive, so Zhao Xin decided to inject anesthetic directly into the belly.
While the hygienist was injecting anesthesia, Zhao Xin, who was wearing a stethoscope, kept paying attention to the movement of the child in the woman's belly. Fortunately, the child's heart is still beating.
Ten minutes after the anesthesia was administered, it was time for the operation. Both he and the hygienist were nervous and sweating on their foreheads. No one had ever done this before! In the end, Zhao Xin asked the hygienist to operate, but the hygienist shivered while holding the scalpel.
"How to row?"
Zhao Xin recalled a certain documentary he had watched before, and then reached out and made a gesture below his belly, crosswise!
The hygienist had never operated on anyone, and he was afraid that the tip of the knife would hurt the child, so he made a finger-long cut, and the cut was very shallow. Zhao Xin saw that if he continued like this, he wouldn't be able to finish it even at night. So he asked the other party to give him the knife, took a few deep breaths, and then slashed it with one stroke.
When the hygienist saw that Zhao Xin had made a 20-centimeter-long incision with one knife, he suddenly took a breath of cold air and said to himself that you are really not an ordinary person. While thinking wildly, I heard Zhao Xin say in a deep voice: "Hemostatic forceps! Gauze!"
There are five layers of human skin, including the two layers of the uterus, which makes seven layers. Zhao Xin was brave enough to cut directly into the rectus abdominis muscle. When he used surgical scissors to cut open the peritoneum, the uterus was exposed.
Even though she had been given anesthesia before, the woman still screamed in pain because the incision was too deep. Zhao Xin couldn't care less at this time. He put a roll of gauze into the woman's mouth and let her bite it. Then with the help of the hygienist, they quickly cut open the uterus and tore it open with their hands. They found that there was actually a membrane inside, and the child was inside the membrane.
The two of them were so busy that they were sweating profusely. No one noticed that the woman's breath was getting weaker and weaker, and the hands that were originally tightly holding the blanket under her body gradually loosened.
When Zhao Xin punctured the amniotic sac with the tip of the scissors, he didn't even have time to clean up the amniotic fluid, so he groped inside with his hands. After finally taking the child out, he and the health worker finally breathed a sigh of relief. The health worker hurriedly cut the umbilical cord with scissors and tied a knot clumsily. At this time, Zhao Xin saw that the child's face turned purple and was not crying. He immediately panicked and didn't know what to do with this little guy who was only as long as his forearm.
In the flash of lightning, he suddenly remembered something that Hong Tao had said to him when chatting with him before. So he quickly laid the child flat on a pile of cotton wool, used iodophor to wash away the blood on his right hand, then put the little finger of his right hand into the child's mouth and picked it twice, and then took out a dirty, sticky ball. Then he grabbed the child's feet, lifted them up, and slapped the child's butt gently twice.
"Wow~~!!"
Hearing the cry of a baby coming from the yurt, the faces of the more than a hundred Beihai navy who were waiting anxiously outside all showed joy. The garrison platoon leader smiled and said loudly: "It's better now! That's what I said! With our adults taking action, mother and son will be safe!"
The Mongolian guide also smiled and said to Saihan and Deling sisters: "God bless you, you have another brother! You will be blessed in the future!"
The old lama who didn't want to leave was still sitting on the ground muttering scriptures, but he just put his hands together and bowed to the position of the yurt.
"Udabala! It's a son!" Zhao Xin hugged the child excitedly and turned around to show it to the woman. However, he saw Udabala staring blankly at the roof of the yurt with his eyes open, motionless.
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"In this way, we stopped at Modun Station for one night, buried the mother of the children on the hill where they were found, set up a sign, and then set off with the children." After Zhao Xin finished speaking, he put the cigarette butt Crush it with your feet. At his feet, there were already seven or eight cigarette butts.
Liu Sheng said in surprise: "You are just riding a horse with a newborn child?"
"Who can take care of me if I stay at Modun Station? A group of old men. Forget it, although Saihan is still young, he has taken care of his younger brother before. Mongolians are really good at riding horses. The little one stays in the basket every time he is full. I actually didn’t cry or make any fuss.”
Fan Tong said curiously: "Boss Zhao, didn't you burn those two lamaseries? They are too annoying!"
Zhao Xin sneered and said: "Hmph! That old lama still wants to adopt Xierchen, saying that he should become a monk to atone for his mother's sins, damn! It's bullshit to atone for his sins, and being a slave for them is more than enough! I scolded him. Dun, blast away."
Fan Tong shook his head and said: "I didn't expect the life of the Mongolian herdsmen to be so miserable. I used to read the information and only said that the Qing Dynasty's head tax and labor apportionment made the herdsmen unable to hold their heads up. I really don't know what the details are."
At this moment, he was thinking of the Mongolian Burgud he met at Kutnarsu Station. Maybe one day Burgud died, and his wife and children would suffer the same fate.
Liu Sheng sighed and said with a sullen face: "We have been busy fighting south this time. Except for the post station and Kulun City, we have hardly seen many herdsmen. After we finish cleaning up the Manchus in the south, we must take good care of those princes and lamas!" "
"Originally, I wanted to unite the majority and attack a small group. Now it seems that no one is good, whether it is the upper-level lama or the prince Taiji!" Zhao Xin sneered and said to Liu Sheng and Fan Tong: "Now that I'm here, On the way, I heard a Mongolian guide say a proverb that is popular among herdsmen, which explains the problem very well."
"What?"
"Call the earth, but the earth doesn't respond; call the sky, but the sky is too far away!"
The three of them sat and talked for a long time. They all felt a little tired, so they got up and opened the curtain and took two steps at the tent door. Although the sky was full of stars at this time, the valley was dimly illuminated by illumination bombs. Sporadic gunfire and the explosion of grenades could be heard from far away. It was the sentry posts of the North Navy and the Firefight between Qing troops who attacked at night.
Zhao Xin stood with his arms folded for a while, without looking back: "Da Liu, how are the casualties in the army these days?"
"Fortunately, two were killed and one was seriously injured. They were all sneak attacks at night."
The Qing army is now imitating thieves. They learned from the experience and lessons of the Battle of Xiaobai Mountain. Relying on their familiarity with the terrain, they hid in the mountain cols during the day and quietly moved out at night. There were not many people each time, just three or five, who would either shoot cold arrows or condescendingly throw a few flying gourds filled with gunpowder and iron sand to make all kinds of noise, intending to disturb the Northern Navy and unable to rest.
But now that Zhao Xin is here, Agui's plan will go bankrupt.
On September 29, in the early morning of the next day after Zhao Xin arrived, the Beihai Navy, which had been stationary and only engaged in passive defense, suddenly moved. Under the cover of dozens of 75mm guns, the assault force composed of two battalions quickly broke through the pass of Zamenchahel Mountain and entered the gravel-covered wasteland. Then, with the assistance of more than a dozen small excavators, Next, a temporary camp made of blast walls began to be built.
Agui was puzzled by the sudden action of the Beihai Navy, but when the sentinel reported that the Beihai Navy was using a strange machine with a long arm and a big bucket in front to dig holes, he immediately thought of Liu Yong's help to Qianlong. A memorial.
Before Liu Yong negotiated with Zhao Xin at the retreat station, he had seen the Beihai navy using this kind of machinery, and a strong camp was built overnight. Agui immediately judged that his opponent might be short of water in the valley, so he rushed out to find water.
So he dispatched another four thousand cavalry and tried to launch a sneak attack on the Northern Navy who came out of the mountain after dark. But who would have thought that the Beihai Navy's camp would be brightly lit at night, with several barrel-thick light beams shooting out from behind the opponent's camp wall, illuminating the surrounding area two or three miles away. As soon as the Qing army showed its head, there was a hail of bullets and bullets, so that no one dared to get close.
Agui didn't know whether the Beihai Navy could dig out water, but he knew that once the opponent was allowed to gain a foothold outside the mountain pass, the threat to his own side would be even greater. He decided that regardless of casualties, he must capture the Northern Navy camp before noon tomorrow and push it back into the valley.
After he and his men held a military meeting, tens of thousands of Qing troops began to prepare nervously. At midnight, the Qing army was divided into three groups and dispatched from Talado Lantai, planning to attack in the early morning when people were most tired. However, just one meal after each of the three Qing troops entered the predetermined assembly area, an overwhelming barrage of artillery shells came over them.
Countless Qing troops were bombed, howling like ghosts and wolves, and bursts of flames caused by explosions rose and fell in the dark wasteland. The Qing troops who came from Suiyuan had never seen such a formation. They either cowered in place and were killed by artillery shells, or fled.
Just that night, thousands of Qing soldiers were killed and injured. Many of the injured cried for their fathers and mothers until dawn, and no companions dared to come back to rescue them.
It is said that now that Zhao Xin is here, he will never delay any more time. For the procrastinating Manchu troops, he had to fight fast and slow, so fast that the opponent had no time to react. In addition, the letter he originally wrote to Liu Quan should have arrived in Rehe by now, and it should be fermented based on time.
On September 30, 1791, Fukang'an, who dispatched more than 10,000 Qing troops from Hulunbuyur, entered the territory of the Chechen Khan tribe with trepidation and arrived at the right-wing Zhongzuo Banner not far from Kulun. . When Fukang'an was about to leave Zhaomodo and march towards Kulun, he suddenly received an edict from Qianlong, ordering him to immediately lead his troops back to the Chechen Khan Banner in the east.
Although Fukang'an was confused, he still did not dare to disobey, so he had to lead his army back sadly. Unexpectedly, after only two days of walking, the second edict arrived again. This time, he finally knew what had happened.
The Gurkha soldiers entered Tibet from the south of Mimi Mountain. By the end of August, the Gorkha army had captured Tingri, Jinong and Sakya. The Tashilhunpo Monastery fell and was looted. In early September, the Kuo army attacked Shigatse Zongcheng and besieged it for eight days and nights but still could not break the city, so they retreated to the border with the looted treasures.
In this edict, Qianlong ordered Fukangan to immediately transfer military power to his deputy Heilongjiang General Hengxiu and let him lead the army back to Hulunbuer; at the same time, he ordered Fukangan to take all his Sauron soldiers and Baerhu soldiers and immediately Went to Rehe to meet him.
