Soon Wan Qi Ke'er returned to the tent with a jar of wine and handed it to Yang Bing. Now Wan Qi Ke'er had unknowingly developed trust in Yang Bing.
Yang Bing took the wine jar and smelled it first. He thought that the alcohol content was not good enough. The brewing technology of the Ming Dynasty was still very backward. The alcohol content of the brewed liquor was only around ten degrees, but it was barely enough. .
Yang Bing poured out a bowl of wine and poured it gently on the second prince's wound. The second prince immediately snorted softly, and Yang Bing felt relieved when he heard this.
"It's okay, I still know it hurts."
Then he dipped the knife in the wine and put it on the fire again for a while. Shi Ru was dumbfounded by this operation and asked quickly: "I wonder what the general is doing?"
Because of Yang Bing's knife just now, Guan Shiru no longer despises Yang Bing.
"Disinfect."
"What is disinfection?" Guan Shiru stared with big eyes.
"Well, how can I explain it to you? Have you seen the pus on the second prince's wound? These are poisons, and high temperature and wine can remove the poison. I will then cut off the rotten flesh on the wound, so that the second prince's wound will be It won't fester anymore." After Yang Bing explained, Guan Shiru suddenly realized that it was like someone had opened a door in his brain.
"That's it, that's it!"
People in the Ming Dynasty had no concept of disinfection at all. When military doctors on the battlefield encountered such wounds, they would only operate to drain the pus and then cut off the rotten flesh. However, this was ineffective and the wounds would fester soon. As time goes by, people will get septicemia and die. In the past, Guan Shiru treated the soldiers completely based on God's will. He put pus on you and cut your flesh. Whether you survived or not was completely dependent on fate, so Many soldiers of the Ming Dynasty died not on the battlefield but from infections after the war.
After treating the second prince's wounds, Yang Bing returned to his tent. Fang Dahai came in and asked, "General Yang, now that Beiliu City is guarded, are we going back to Jincheng?"
Yang Bing pondered for a while: "In this case, you take your brothers back first, and then be sure to destroy Pili Lei's drawings. The craftsmen must also control them. If there is any leakage, kill their whole family directly!"
"Yes." Fang Dahai turned around and left with his hands folded.
Yang Bing lay weakly on the bed, and the wound on his shoulder touched the armor, causing him pain: "I didn't expect that it has only been two months since I traveled through time, and it has turned out like this."
After taking off his armor with difficulty, Yang Bing looked at his wounds and an idea came to his mind.
Seeing that the second prince's face gradually improved, Wan Qi Ke'er felt relieved and returned to his tent. He lay down and wanted to sleep, but as soon as he closed his eyes, Yang Bing rushed to Beiliu City and appeared in his mind. .
Then he thought that the stick-like thing in Yang Bing's hand was a weapon he had never seen before, and he thought that Yang Bing was becoming more and more confused.
At this time, in the Jincheng military camp, a figure wearing night clothes sneaked out and came to a forest outside the city. Seeing no one around, he let out a burst of birdsong.
The fourth prince Zhu Yun walked out from behind the tree wearing armor.
"Feihong pays homage to the fourth prince." The man in black looked like Feihong.
"Get up." Zhu Yun said softly.
"How about this Yang Bing?"
"Fourth Prince, I haven't found any rebellious intentions in him yet, but he is very smart. The first time he saw his subordinate, he recognized his identity, but he didn't realize that he was yours." Feihong Zhu Yun followed behind and said softly.
"Well, have you brought the thing he used in Beiliu today?"
"I brought it here. This thing is called Thunderbolt. It will explode when you pull the rope below and throw it out." Feihong took out two grenades from his arms and handed them to the fourth prince.
The fourth prince took it and looked at it: "Okay, I understand. You go back and keep an eye on Yang Bing for now. Remember, if he has any rebellious thoughts, report it to me immediately."
"Yes." Feihong turned around and was about to leave, but the fourth prince stopped her.
"After this battle, Wan Qi Ke'er and Yang Bing will be recalled to Kyoto again. You should follow them back then. My mother misses you." The fourth prince's voice became much gentler.
Feihong didn't turn around but asked softly: "Is Concubine Xian okay?"
"It's fine. I just want to miss you."
"I understand, Fourth Prince." Feihong took advantage of the night and left.
Sure enough, about ten days later, Wan Qi Keer and Yang Bing received an imperial edict from Kyoto when General Jincheng was stationed in the palace, asking them to rush back to Kyoto.
On this day, the fourth prince also arrived at Jincheng with two thousand personal guards.
"Meet the Fourth Prince." Yang Bing and Wan Qikeer dismounted and saluted at the city gate.
"Excuse me, you fought well in this battle. His Majesty shows sympathy to you two and allows you to return to Kyoto. I will take over Jincheng." The fourth prince looked at the two of them coldly and said.
"I will obey your orders." Wan Qike'er agreed.
"Are you Yang Bing?" Zhu Yun looked at Yang Bing with contempt.
"That's right." Yang Bing was made uncomfortable by the second prince's attitude. He thought to himself, no matter how you say it, I am a man who has made great achievements. Is this the attitude you have? Isn’t it all about having a good father?
"Well, remember your position! As a deputy general this time, you have repeatedly made mistakes in mobilizing the Jincheng army. If there is another time, you will definitely kill him!" After Zhu Yun finished speaking, he rode towards the city.
"Yes, I understand my mistake." Yang Bing lowered his head and agreed. At this moment, he was in the mood to kill someone.
Wan Qi Ke'er was a little confused, what happened to the fourth prince today? Why did he speak so irritably? He raised his head and glanced at the fourth prince, and happened to look at Zhu Yun. Zhu Yun's serious expression suddenly disappeared. Instead, he smiled at Wan Qi Ker and blinked. Wan Qi Ker immediately understood and also He smiled at Zhu Yun.
When Zhu Yun entered the military camp, he happened to meet the second prince Zhu Qi. Zhu Yun got off his horse and ran over to grab Zhu Qi.
"Hey, fourth brother, what are you doing?" Zhu Qi was embarrassed by Zhu Yun.
"Second brother, are your injuries healed?" Zhu Yun looked worried. Zhu Yuanzhang had many sons, but only Zhu Qi and Zhu Yun had the best relationship. There was never a fight between princes between them. Brotherly love and loyalty to his father are why Zhu Yun came from Kyoto overnight when he learned that Zhu Qi was injured.
"It's okay, General Yang has already cured me."
"General Yang? Is this Yang Bing?" Zhu Yun thought to himself. How can this Yang Bing heal injuries?
"Yes, if it weren't for Yang Bing, you and I, brothers, would have been separated from each other long ago." Zhu Qi told Zhu Yun how Yang Bing treated his injuries.
"I see. It's a pity that if we knew about this disinfection earlier, our Ming army would have suffered less losses." The fourth prince said with some regret.
"Hahaha, it's not too late to know now, but let me tell you, Yang Bing, the fourth child, is really quite capable. The thunderbolt he developed is really a magic weapon. A small one can kill five or six people." An enemy." Zhu Qi pulled Zhu Yun into the military tent as if he had obtained some treasure.
At the same time, Yang Bing and Wan Qi Ke'er had already set foot on the road back to Kyoto. Wan Qi Ke'er may have seen Yang Bing's performance on the battlefield, or maybe because Yang Bing was injured, Wan Qi Keer unexpectedly prepared a carriage for Yang Bing and Ziyun.
