Golden sore medicine originated very early. Ancient ancestors collected medicinal herbs and prepared hemostatic ointments through different combinations. The effect is not as magical as in later martial arts movies and novels, but it also has the effect of stopping bleeding and analgesic.
The military doctor received the order and came to Gengshi to apply medicine and bandages to several injured people.
Zhao Tuo himself also suffered several injuries, but most of the wounds were on his upper body. Protected by armor, and because he dodged in time, the wounds were not very deep. He also took off his clothes and asked the doctor to apply the dark ointment on him, and then carefully wrapped it with a cloth strip.
After the wound was bandaged, the doctor also left.
"Atuo, take that head. What did the general say?"
Black Buttocks lay on his side on the ground and stretched his neck to ask. This guy was not seriously injured, but he was hit by a spear in the buttocks, and he had to lie down to avoid being involved in the wound.
Hearing this question, everyone else looked over.
Everyone knew that the person Zhao Tuo killed had an extraordinary identity, and their eyes were full of curiosity and envy.
Zhao Tuo smiled and said: "The identity of the head still needs to be verified, and no one can tell for sure now. Don't talk about it. When the rewards are distributed in a few days, we will have a few more nobles in Gengshi."
"Haha, that's right. In a few days, Nai Gong will also be a public servant. You guys have to call me public servant Black Butt... Hiss!"
As soon as Black Butt screamed, he forgot about the wound on his butt. This time the wound was pulled, and tears flowed out.
Xiaobai, who had a cloth wrapped around his hand, joked: "You are still a black-assed gentleman, I think you might as well call me a gentleman whose butt was poked, haha."
"Shuzi!"
Black Buttocks was furious and tried to get up, but when he moved, his nose hurt and tears started to flow out.
Everyone laughed.
Zhu, who had just woken up and was still a little weak, couldn't help but smile and said, "I'm going to be a god soon."
As Zhao Tuo said, although everyone suffered some injuries in this battle, they also received many rewards.
Their hundred-man team got the first level of forty.
Among them, Zhao Tuo and She Jian each killed one person on the Great Wall. This was seen in full view of everyone. Everyone testified, and there was no doubt that they were attributable.
Although the others did not kill alone, they also killed several people together. In the final calculation, the military judge gave Geng Shi four more points. Of course, this did not include the general's head.
The four heads represent the four titles. How to distribute them depends on the opinions of the public.
First of all, Zhu fought bravely. He held a shield and charged at the Great Wall, covering the killings of his colleagues. He had the greatest credit. In addition, he suffered several wounds, and everyone was convinced that he was assigned a head.
Hei Butt and Xiao Bai, although these two people usually laugh and joke, but they are quite fierce when fighting, especially when Zhao Tuo killed the general, Hei Butt also helped stab the sword, and the two of them each It is also appropriate to divide one head into another.
As for the last head.
Zhao Tuo glanced at Xiqigu.
The fat gentleman with bruises all over his body turned red immediately, and he muttered: "I...I will definitely not sprain my feet again in the future."
When Xiqigu was rushing along the Great Wall, he sprained his foot and fell to the ground.
Not to mention meritorious service, he was almost trampled to death by Qin Jun Paoze who followed him. Half of the injuries on his body were sprained feet, and half were caused by being stepped on.
If Xiqi Gu's accident was excusable, then A Niu, who was huddled in the corner and looked at everyone with envy, was very despised by everyone.
This guy is very afraid of death. He spends his time in fighting and always ends up at the end. Although he is not a deserter, he definitely fights passively.
After a battle, he was fine. If he had been replaced by other radical military officers, he would have taken A Niu to the military judge as a typical example of fear of war.
But the war was victorious, and Zhao Tuo didn't bother to care about him. After all, although the Qin army won this battle, there were still many casualties. The establishment should be reorganized in the subsequent battles. If Zhao Tuo's title is improved, he may be promoted. If A Niu is still under him by then, he will be able to train slowly. Not too late.
Xiqigu and Aniu are not suitable.
Zhao Tuo thought about the last head and gave it to the elder and younger brothers.
Although these two brothers had never killed anyone, they fought hard, especially when they rushed together with Zhao Tuo in the end, but were trampled to pieces by the Yan army's cavalry, which was very miserable.
Give them a head and let one of the elder and younger brothers' children inherit the title of duke. This can be regarded as worthy of the robe's affection.
After the division was completed, everyone was happy. Zhao Tuo left the camp and was about to go to the military judge for verification. After all, before he was away, the military judge only divided the number of heads. The specific distribution had to wait for him, the commander, to come back and be decided after everyone discussed it.
Zhao Tuo stepped out of the camp and found Shejian coming back with a clay pot to fetch water.
"Jian, is the wound on your hand okay? I just asked the doctor for some gold sore ointment. Applying it on the wound will help you recover faster."
Shejian's left hand was wrapped with cloth. It was pierced by a spear during the previous scuffle. Zhao Tuo bandaged him afterwards, but now he was worried that there would be problems with the wound.
"A little injury is fine. Did you send the head away?"
She directly accepted the ointment handed over by Zhao Tuo.
"Well, the general said this matter needs to be verified."
Shejian hesitated for a moment and then said: "Tuo, I think there is something wrong with the head matter."
"what is the problem?"
"There was something wrong with that man's expression before he died. In that case, a general was surrounded and killed by us. No matter what, he should have been unwilling and angry in his heart, but he was smiling when he died. It seemed that he wanted to die with no regrets. That kind of thing.”
Zhao Tuo was surprised by Shejian's words. Although he had felt suspicious before, he mainly analyzed it from the logic of the soldiers' escape, and had not paid attention to what Shejian said.
Now that I think about it, there was something wrong with the expression on the killed general's face when he stabbed his throat.
This Shejian actually noticed such details, which should not be underestimated.
"It doesn't matter. Even if his identity is fake, he is still a human being. He can't even defeat a small soldier."
Zhao Tuo smiled. He was actually more curious about Shejian's story than this.
You must know that Shejian's performance in this battle was beyond Zhao Tuo's expectations.
Zhao Tuo was originally a son of the nobles of the Zhao Kingdom. In addition to imperial skills, the art of the Five Weapons was also a compulsory course since he was a child. His father specially invited him to learn swordsmanship from masters. Various movements have long been engraved in his muscles, even if they are changed. A consciousness can also be used instinctively, so Zhao Tuo's skills are very good, far beyond the comparison of ordinary pawns, but even so, he also suffered several blows in the melee.
And what about Shejian?
A down-and-out young man who was so poor that he couldn't even afford a winter coat was agile on the battlefield, wielded a sword like the wind, and made fierce moves. He looked as if he had killed someone before.
How can such a person be ordinary?
Facing Zhao Tuo's eyes, Shejian avoided it.
"As long as it's out of the way. They're still waiting for me to get water, so I'll go in first."
He nodded to Zhao Tuo and walked into the camp.
Zhao Tuo looked at his back and whispered: "I'm overthinking it. Just like he never asked me about my past, I shouldn't ask him about his past either."
"Nowadays, we are all robes, we just live and die together."
