Feng Yong brought a lot of tea with him to the army.
The reason is that the vitamins in dry food 2.0, which is a mixture of flour and bean flour fried in oil, have been greatly destroyed, so additional supplements are required.
Otherwise, if you eat this kind of dry food for a long time, various parts of the body will appear dry and cracked to varying degrees.
Especially those in the dark night camp, who often go out to perform tasks, need tea supplements the most.
As for other ordinary soldiers, if they eat too much dry food and need vitamin supplements, they can only go up the mountain to collect pine needles and boil water to drink, which can also solve this problem.
After all, the production of tea is not very large yet, so we can only focus on the elite first.
Drinking tea late at night is not conducive to sleep, but it cannot withstand the enthusiasm of the Qiang and Hu monarchs. They even kill cattle and sheep, set up bonfires, and dance Hu dances, which is very lively.
The whole lamb was roasted until golden and crispy. From time to time, fat dripped onto the fire, causing the fire to sizzle.
A sharp knife cut open the roasted sheep, skillfully cutting off the whitest and fattest mass of mutton fat from the sheep's tail, and divided it into many portions. The largest portion was held in front of Feng Yong.
Feng Yong had spent so many years in the Northwest in his previous life, so he naturally knew the rules.
To the barbarians, this thing is the richest thing, and only the most noble people can enjoy it.
He took a deep breath, took it, closed his eyes, and swallowed it in his mouth. He didn't dare to chew it at all, so he swallowed it directly.
When everyone saw Feng Yong accepting the fat white ball of mutton fat, they cheered loudly, and the remaining mutton fat was distributed to other people.
Zhang Bao, who was sitting next to Feng Yong, smacked his mouth, still not satisfied. When he saw Feng Yong looking like he had eaten shit, he said with regret, "You don't even know how to taste this exquisite delicacy. It's really a waste of resources."
Feng Yong was in no mood to care about him, so he turned around and ordered, "Pour me a bowl of tea."
I drank a large bowl of tea in one go and suppressed the nausea in my stomach - proving that tea does have an immediate effect on relieving tiredness.
Watching the golden lamb thighs being cut off and sprinkled with salt, Feng Yong's eyes widened, he swallowed, and secretly winked at Liu Hun, who was sitting at the end.
After a while, a voice behind Feng Yong asked quietly, "What are your orders, general?"
"Bring me more of the part where it's the most burnt. No fat."
For Feng Yong, the most delicious part of roasted whole lamb is the part that is roasted until it is brown and brown. It is fragrant and delicious after one bite.
"promise."
Liu Hun got the order and went straight to the scene. He took the knife from the hand of the sheep cutter, held a knife in his hand, and cut it with one stroke. The knife sank into the sheep, and then there were flashes of light.
Before anyone could see the movements of his hands, the bones and flesh of a sheep were peeled off.
Then cut it a few times at will, and the mutton will be cut, sprinkle with salt, and divide the meat, all in one go.
The movements were so graceful that everyone cheered again.
It was Feng Yong who took a portion first. He secretly poked at the meat in the basin and saw that there were really only small pieces of lean meat under the golden sheepskin.
Feng Tibi was so happy that he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.
fragrant! So delicious!
It had been a long time since he had eaten such a delicious meal of meat, and Feng Yong had a huge appetite.
After winning the battle, someone brought money to his door again. Feng Yong was in a great mood. After eating, he fell down in the tent and fell asleep happily.
I was exhausted both physically and mentally, and I had indulged for most of the night. Even drinking tea could not stop the onset of fatigue.
During this period, he felt someone lifting the curtain and entering and exiting his tent, but he didn't bother to open his eyes.
He didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up, he walked out of the tent and saw the red sun on the top of the mountain spreading gold to the earth.
A gust of refreshing cool breeze blew by. Feng Yong took a deep breath of fresh air, and his energy was lifted. He shook his head and asked the guard standing at the door of the camp, "How long have I been sleeping?"
"Back to General, I slept for fourteen hours."
That's twenty-eight hours?
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he ate a bowl of porridge to warm his stomach. After receiving the news, Zhang Ni came in holding a large booklet and said, "General, the casualty results of our unit in this battle have come out."
When Feng Yong heard this, his expression changed slightly, but he had to reach out and take it, "How many casualties are there in total?"
"One thousand, four hundred and sixty-one people were killed, 2,387 were wounded, and 970 of the wounded were no longer able to fight."
Zhang Yi looked a little ugly.
Feng Yongqiang calmly lowered his head, opened the book, and asked, "Where are the Nanxiang soldiers?"
"Seven hundred and forty Nanxiang soldiers were killed and 541 wounded, of whom 330 were unable to return to battle."
When Feng Yong heard this, his hands trembled.
These 1,500 Nanxiang soldiers lived up to their expectations.
After Zhang He broke through the defense line time and time again, they, as the backbone of the grassroots, took the lead and rushed forward time and time again, blocking the breach with their lives, so the casualties were the most severe.
"Where's Team Mo Dao?"
"Four hundred and seventy people were killed and 310 were wounded, of whom 98 were no longer able to fight."
If the Nanxiang soldiers are his most trusted disciples, then the Mo Dao team is the strategic force he relies on most.
At the same time, Nanxiang soldiers accounted for the largest proportion in the Modao team.
According to Feng Yong's plan, if he really faced off against the enemy in the wild, he would be the superficial commander, Wang Ping would be the actual commander, and the Modao team led by Zhang Yi would be the main strategic force.
If it is to defend the city, then Wang Ping can lead an army alone, Zhang Yi can assist him, and the two can form a supporting force.
Even if Zhang He comes, as long as the Modao team is used unexpectedly, there is a high probability of defeating the opponent.
But the plan was not as fast as the change. Because of the crisis in the street pavilion, the perfect combination Feng Yong imagined had to be separated abruptly.
When facing Zhang He, he would rather grit his teeth and fight on his own than dare to transfer Zhang Ni from the Modao Team to assist him in commanding the entire army, just to keep the Modao Team at its most complete combat effectiveness.
The Mo Dao Team was brought out by Zhang Yi. If the most trusted commander suddenly loses in front of the formation, its combat effectiveness may be greatly reduced.
No one can guarantee whether the Modao team without Zhang Yi will be invincible when facing Zhang He's elite troops.
Therefore, Feng Yong was forced to adopt the old wisdom of Tian Ji's horse racing in Sun Bin's Art of War.
As long as he, an inferior horse, doesn't intentionally kill people, the Mo Dao team led by the former army Zhang Yi will be able to form a huge local advantage.
If Zhang Ni is transferred out to command the entire army, it will not only be a question of whether Modao Team can put huge pressure on Cao Jun, but also Zhang Ni has only fought a few rebellions in Yuexi, far from reaching his historical heights. .
Zhang Yi in his growth period may not be able to gain any benefit from Zhang He in his peak period as a famous general.
At that time, the situation will only become discordant and the whole army will collapse.
However, although Zhang He was barely defeated now, the coach's command was too mediocre, which also led to heavy casualties among the soldiers.
Feng Yong looked at the cold numbers on the booklet, and his heart felt like a knife.
Compared with the huge casualties and losses, the horses captured after the war could no longer arouse his interest.
With Longyou and the support of Qiang and Hu, are you afraid that you will not have war horses?
Today's Longyou is not the vegetation desert of later generations.
Many rivers such as Changlichuan and Qingshui flow into the Wei River, which not only makes Longyou a sea of forests, but also has extremely luxuriant aquatic plants, making it a natural and excellent pasture.
The ancestors of the Qin people who swallowed up the six kingdoms and unified them were here to herd and breed war horses for the Emperor of Zhou. Then they gradually climbed over Longshan and annexed Guanzhong step by step, watching the heroes.
Therefore, Longyou is a rich treasure land for obtaining war horses.
Feng Yong sighed, closed the book, stood up and said, "Come with me to the wounded barracks."
In ancient wars, injuries and deaths were equated together because an injured soldier was considered to have stepped into the gate of hell with one foot.
Under normal circumstances, many more people died of injuries than died in battle.
There is no other reason than poor medical conditions, extremely high wound infection rate, and often death in the end.
The medical conditions in Feng Yongjun are a little better.
At least Feng Yong knew the concept of disinfection.
But when Feng Yong thought about it, it was probably only a little better.
Because he can't come up with a magical thing like penicillin now.
"It would be great if I went to study biology. Is there any use in studying real estate?"
Seeing the soldiers in the wounded barracks lying there groaning in pain, Feng Yong kept mumbling.
All the medical workers and medical officers were wearing white robes and busy.
In the corner of the camp, surrounded by a cloth curtain, it became a simple operating room.
Mix the dried boiling water with a small amount of lime and start cleaning the wound - this will stop the bleeding as quickly as possible.
The wounded man biting the towel had cold sweat pouring out from his forehead, his eyes widened, and his whole body was shaking.
"Hold it, you must hold it back. If you want to survive, hold it back!"
The doctor ordered, and without stopping, he poured the dried disinfectant solution onto the wound.
The recipe for the disinfectant soup was obtained from Wu Ming, a knife maker in Nanxiang.
At this time, the castration industry in Nanxiang was already very mature, and the mortality rate of poultry and livestock after castration had dropped to a tolerable level.
In Feng Yong's opinion, since this medicinal soup can disinfect the wounds of pigs and chickens, it might also be effective when used on the human body.
This wounded man's wound must have been cleaned and dressing changed for the second time. There were also a lot of blood-stained linen lying next to him.
The medical worker looked at the wound carefully and found that there was indeed no abnormal redness, swelling or infection. Then he took out a piece of brown stuff and dissolved it in water, mixed it well, and then carefully applied the paste liquid to the wound.
After this application, it took the wounded man a while before his whole body relaxed.
"Don't look!"
The medical worker gave orders to the wounded.
Then I washed my hands in the disinfectant solution, took out the suture needle and thread, and started suturing.
Suturing can promote wound healing the fastest, but this process first involves the ideological acceptance of the soldiers.
More important is the availability of anesthetic drugs.
That small piece of brown stuff is actually toad venom, which has a powerful local anesthetic effect.
But for now, its supply is not too large - because the formation time of its source industry chain is too short.
It is not a simple matter to transplant the suture technology extracted from Wu Yidao's castration technology to human body wound suture.
It needs to be improved, and the sterilization methods when suturing, the needles and threads used for suturing, etc. also need to be improved.
The most important thing is the anesthetic.
The preparation of Ma Fei Powder is too troublesome, and even if there is sufficient time, it can only be supplied to a few people.
What is needed on the battlefield is an anesthetic that works quickly, is easy to store, and can be used at any time.
After listening to Feng Yong's request, Fan A proposed the medicinal material toad venison.
Maggots are a good thing. They can be used to raise chickens, ducks, and toads.
However, the industry of raising toads only started to be supported after the emergence of suturing technology. It only lasted a little more than a year, and it was impossible to produce enough toad venom.
So this time, anesthetics can only be supplied to soldiers who are very tall and above.
Because these soldiers are basically from Nanxiang. After experiencing all kinds of monsters and ghosts in Nanxiang, they have a strong psychological acceptance of the treatment methods that are different from those commonly used in the world by medical workers who are also from Nanxiang. .
At the same time, these soldiers are also Feng Yong's heart and soul. Every Nanxiang soldier who can survive this battle and go to the battlefield again is the most precious officer seed.
Toad Su's anesthesia lasted a long time, the wound was sutured, and the injured did not have any overreaction.
Feng Yong quietly lowered the curtain and walked towards the wounded soldiers who did not have better medical conditions.
There were no flies, mosquitoes, or medical waste randomly thrown around, so the camp seemed quite clean.
Every time Feng Yong passed a wounded soldier, he would bend down to see where their wounds were.
At the same time, either whisper a word of comfort or pat a certain part of their body to show comfort.
Everywhere he went, his moans would involuntarily decrease.
"Shout out if it hurts, don't hold back, don't hold back, it will make you feel better."
Feng Yong said to them, "When I went to Nanzhong the year before last, my arm was injured. It hurt me so much that I screamed all night and even shed tears. So here, I can't shout if it hurts." Shameful."
When the wounded soldiers around him heard this, they couldn't help but relax, and laughter rang out in the camp.
This is a winning team, so despite the groans, there's at least a sense of optimism permeating the camp.
The further Feng Yong walked back, the stronger the love in the wounded soldier's eyes became, and the more guilty he felt in his heart.
"It seems that I am not suitable to be the commander-in-chief of an army. I am not hard-hearted enough."
Feng Yong came out of the wounded barracks, sniffed at the sky, and said something to Zhang Yi.
"If there is an enemy attack at this time, the wounded soldiers inside can take up their weapons and charge without the general's order. This is all because they are inspired by the general."
"This is because the general can make the soldiers agree with their superiors, so they can die with them, live with them, and not be afraid of danger. They have mastered the art of generals. Why do they say they are not suitable to be the commander of an army?"
When Zhang Yi saw Feng Yong looking like this, he frowned and retorted loudly.
"If I could have commanded better at that time, the soldiers would not have suffered so many casualties."
Feng Yong smiled bitterly.
"Those who lead the charge in front of the formation have their own generals and others. The generals are missing, but they can only practice military formations less. As long as they read more military books and practice military formations in the future, they will be successful."
"Is there anyone in the world who can master military formations without learning? The general is so depressed. If he loses his energy and courage, and then leads troops to fight against the enemy and ties his own hands and feet, this will be a harm to the generals!"
Zhang Yi became more and more excited, "When the general first came to battle, he easily conquered dangerous places such as Longguan. Didn't the general hear the cheers of the soldiers at the top of Longguan City?"
"At that time, they all thought that they would be able to capture Longguan with heavy casualties, but they did not expect that no one was injured in the end. This was all due to the general's virtue of preservation. The general then led them to defeat famous generals such as Zhang He and achieved great success. Could it be that Not satisfied yet?”
"On the other hand, Ma Su, who claimed to be well-versed in military science, lost Lueyang first and then Zhang He. He almost lost Jieting and almost destroyed the Northern Expedition. Tens of thousands of soldiers were driven away like pigs. It was so miserable."
"Compared with the soldiers led by Ma Su, ask the soldiers behind him, do they consider themselves lucky to be able to follow the general?"
Feng Yong turned around and saw that at some point, many able-bodied soldiers from the wounded barracks had come out. They looked at him silently. Although they were silent, they had a sense of determination.
Feng Yong had a lump in his throat and his eyes were hot.
