"Take a rest, take a rest quickly, Wang Baobao can no longer organize a team. That explosive..."
Xu Da did not think about other things for the time being. He had to arrange for the prisoners and the treatment of the wounded.
But he was once again horrified by the yellow gunpowder he thought he was familiar with.
In the past, when he saw yellow gunpowder explosions, they were all in a section of a wall or a small place.
I placed a bunch of them today and then exploded them one after another. The effect was different from anything I had seen before!
Why did a mushroom come out on a rainy day? Is it too much?
This night was the most difficult for the prisoners, including the prisoners, and the injured had no time to receive treatment. It was already dark.
It was raining again and the fire couldn't be turned on. Everyone ate whatever they wanted until the egg-yolk-like sun popped out.
The dawn after the rain feels refreshing, but a bit cold.
The Ming army cooked and burned the body of his brother, leaving the ashes to take back. There was no need to think about wrapping the body in horse leather because the weather was too hot.
On the battlefield, the sadness of the sacrifice of comrades is always short-lived. Only when we recall it in the years to come can we know the sadness.
Just like when many people attend the funeral of a relative, they actually just talk and laugh. Others' sadness is too far away from themselves, and others may not be sad for long.
People always have to look forward. After winning the battle, the joy overwhelms the pain of the sacrifice of comrades.
Thinking on the bright side, if the war is won and few people die, then those who sacrificed will definitely receive a lot of praise. After crying, their families will start a new life with a large amount of pension.
"I survived as expected. I had a fever for the past two days and the medicine you gave me worked. How much can the families of those who died get?"
The young man who had been shot four times in one leg managed to survive. He also had a fever and even had pus and blood in his wounds.
Then the person in charge squeezed out the pus and blood and sterilized it all over again. The pain was so painful that he bit down on the wooden stick and burst into tears.
But he got over it in the end. Even if the other party said that this situation would happen two or three times in the future, he accepted it and at least he could survive.
The person responsible for treating him looked at his wounds and changed the dressing again. It rained yesterday. After he cried, he said: "I don't know. Anyway, the palace has money. If ten thousand people die, the money given is not as good as one death." More than a thousand people.
Sixty-one people died this time, and another 33 people were seriously injured. I hope they all survive.
There are only a hundred people, and the court gives one hundred guan to each person, which is only 10,000 guan, which is not much for the court.
When I came out, I heard someone tell me that Xiaqiu Village would give an extra pension of 200 guan to the sacrificed person and 30 guan to the injured person.
If an injured man could no longer fight, for example because he was lame or missing an arm, they made arrangements for him. "
"What is Xiaqiu Village? Is it more powerful than your court? Do they dare to give pensions to soldiers?" The injured young general discovered the problem.
"The gun used to shoot Qian was thought up by them and then presented to the court. They... I don't know what they are like now, they have been around for so long.
Maybe Your Majesty thinks they are too powerful and wants to get rid of them. No, it's impossible. Your Majesty is not that kind of person.
We will know when you come back with us. Your injury has passed the most difficult period.
Did you see it? The soap, alcohol, and sutures are all produced in Xiaqiu Village, including the cans you eat.
I won't tell you about eating. If you can go back alive, you will understand everything. This gauze was made using the method given by others. "
Ming Jun, a person with relatively strong medical ability, said something and eat quickly.
The meals are the same, that is, boiled rice, some chopped bacon, and then soup with dried green onions, dried ginger and diced dried carrots.
Of course, Jubiqi has no shortage of pickles, which are packed in sacks with a layer of oilcloth inside.
After the pickles are poured out, the oilcloth and sack can be used for other purposes, so nothing is wasted.
"How do you make this dish? In fact, my family has made miso before. It is rather smelly, but it smells delicious when you eat it.
Yours doesn't stink, and it's very fragrant. Your general has said that I have made a meritorious service and I want to sell pickles like this in the future.
I'm not old yet, so I can still find a wife. I don't want to fight anymore. I'm literate and can do arithmetic. It won't be difficult to find a wife, right? "
The captured young general began to make plans for his future, and he had a pessimistic attitude towards Bei Yuan.
He knew he couldn't fight. The Ming Dynasty's army had excellent logistics and weapons and equipment, and the soldiers of key families were not bad either.
When the soldiers are all about the same, but one side's logistical supplies and weapons are several times stronger than others, the outcome of the war is doomed.
I have been here for a few days and watched with my own eyes the Ming army eating meat every day.
Then someone used something called alcohol to treat the wound, and my own wound was actually stitched shut.
In that battle, many brothers were injured, but very few died, and most of them were treated by the Ming army.
The same injury would have happened to me before. I risked my life by cutting off the leg, and then used a soldering iron to burn the broken area.
I saw a neighbor who was a soldier cut off an arm at the elbow and then burned it. The pain was excruciating. As a result, pus came out of the burned area and the person died.
In my case, I didn't cut off the leg, but cut open some places to remove the bullet, cut the damaged flesh, then sewed it up, and then changed the dressing, and I came back to life.
My injury is considered serious. If a bullet penetrates the flesh, pus and blood will ooze out and then rot.
The army of the Ming Dynasty mastered special techniques. If someone was cut with a knife, stabbed with a gun, or shot with an arrow, he could be treated immediately without dying.
For example, on such a hot day, people give me external and internal medicines. I had a fever for two days before, but now I can still hop on one leg to go to the latrine!
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When Xu Da's army was peaceful, Wang Baobao was about to cry. His general He Zongzhe died in the mushroom-like explosion, and there was no way to find the body.
He knew that gunpowder would explode, but this was the first time he saw an explosion arranged by the enemy. After the mushroom appeared, all morale and calculations were gone.
He could only run, but the pursuers followed him. Xu Da would not miss any opportunity.
But this time it was clear that he was plotting against Xu Da, why had he changed? What exactly are the Ming army's firecrackers?
The lead bullets they fired couldn't be stopped by the shield, so they started shooting from a distance of 200 steps. When it rained, they were closer. Is that a problem of proximity? How could they keep lighting the fire when it was raining?
It feels like the other party is standing in front of you. Every time an order is issued and the entire army has not moved, the other party's army moves first in a targeted manner.
"Why? Why on earth!" Under the morning sun, Wang Baobao shouted to the sky, tears flowing down uncontrollably.
He couldn't let go, and he didn't know how to analyze his opponent. This battle was so frustrating.
He didn't know how powerful the advantage of equipment was when the quality of the soldiers was the same. He felt that the whole world had abandoned him.
(End of chapter)
