The boy was horrified and asked, "Then can my prostituted mother become a commoner?"
"Nonsense, of course. As long as you sell a place in the civilian household registration and use the money to redeem the person, even the nobles will not dare to say anything."
The young man didn't speak anymore, and started to attack faster and faster. His mother had left him for five years and sold herself to a wealthy family. He, he must, must redeem her.
Wu Gaolang and Jing Huai stopped at a fork in the road. Jing Huai smiled and said, "Which one do you choose?"
"I'm free, what about you?"
"I'll go to Liao Country, it's the same anyway."
"OK."
Wu Gaolang thought for a while and then said, "I know you have your own ideas, but you still have to follow the general's wishes. No matter what the wounded are, as long as they are unwanted, pull them all over, even if they only have one breath."
Jing Huai didn't expect that Wu Gaolang would see through his little plan and said awkwardly, "I think it's useless to bring back many disabled people. Instead, they will occupy our medicines and food."
"Jing Huai, don't cross the bottom line. Some things can be discussed, but once the general makes up his mind, we must implement it 100%. You should understand what I mean."
Jing Huai narrowed his eyes and nodded silently.
The eyes of several soldiers in the teams on both sides flashed slightly, and they all listened to the words of the two generals.
The conversation between the two people will appear on Yang Qian's case in a short time.
In Liao Guo's military camp, wailing sounds continued one after another. Many soldiers were wrapped in linen, and their morale suffered a serious blow.
The morale of both sides is high, and the commanders are already sharpening their swords and planning how to eliminate the other side's soldiers.
What I didn't expect was that there was no way to conduct a sneak attack in the plains. After the crossbowmen fired, the tanks continued to charge back and forth, and there was a chaos. Soldiers who were hit by the tanks and brushed against them almost died instantly. , it hurts after knocking.
As soon as the two sides charged, they immediately suffered heavy casualties. Tens of thousands of soldiers were killed and wounded. After both sides left about a thousand wounded, they retreated.
After the two sides withdrew their troops, they began to send auxiliary soldiers and civilians to collect weapons and wounded soldiers.
A soldier missing an arm kept wailing in the camp, bleeding profusely, and dying.
At this time, a doctor said coldly, "After bandaging his arm, throw it outside. He won't survive."
"No~~!" After several soldiers wrapped the wounded soldier, they were ready to move it outside to bury it. You must know that this man is not dead yet.
A man who looked like a general walked in and said calmly, "How many people died?"
The doctor said, "More than 100 people were injured, and more than 900 people were injured. At least 500 people cannot be saved. Even if they are saved, they will die in a few days."
"There's no need to throw it away. I, the Liao State, have signed an alliance with the Xia State. Soldiers who cannot be treated well will be accepted by them. Today, scouts have come to report that they have arrived."
"General, when will they come to receive it? If it is a few days late, hundreds of people will continue to take medicine and a lot of medicinal materials will be wasted."
The doctor is a little worried. The medicines for hundreds of thousands of troops may only be supplied once, and it is impossible to use them all. What if they are used for the wounded soldiers, what if the general is injured?
In this era, injury means death at any time. The proportion of medicines in the army is very small. Many medicinal materials are used to treat senior officers at the general level. Ordinary soldiers, if it is a minor injury, just take it for a while. .
If it is a large-scale wound, then you can only leave it to fate. If it can be wrapped up for you, it is already considered good.
After riding for less than an hour, we arrived at Camp Liao *** located at the foot of the mountain.
At this time, the military camp was filled with smoke. It was obvious that pots were being buried to make rice, and constant wailing came from inside.
"Who is here?" The soldiers guarding the barracks saw a convoy approaching from a distance, and the general immediately walked out and asked loudly.
Jing Huai said loudly, "In the Xia Kingdom, Yuntong County is guarding the border. Under the command of General Yang Qian, we have General Jing Huai."
"Are you here to receive wounded soldiers?"
"That's right, I'd like to invite General for convenience~~~!"
"Doctor, where is the doctor? They are here. Send him to me quickly." The general couldn't help but be overjoyed and faced the back anxiously. (The next page is more exciting!)
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Jing Huai, who thought he would be given a hard time, was immediately dumbfounded. In such a situation, he would usually be given a hard time. Why did he seem to be rushing to give him away now?
Jing Huai did not dare to neglect, calmed down his arrogance, dismounted and came to the general, bowing his hands in salute.
The general returned the greeting and hurriedly asked, "How many people can you bring?"
"Hey~~?"
Jing Huai twitched the corner of his mouth and said awkwardly, "Four or five hundred people should be fine."
The general was overjoyed and said three good words: "About five hundred people cannot be saved."
Suddenly the atmosphere between the two became awkward.
The general was stunned and said to himself, "No, how can I explain it clearly?"
Jing Huai looked confused, "You are so rude."
After a moment of silence, the two of them laughed.
In order to ease the embarrassment, Jing Huai waved his hand behind him, "Soldiers, prepare to receive the wounded."
"No~~~!"
The soldiers began to take out the stretchers from the carriage one by one. After picking up the wounded soldiers from Liao State, they only needed to put the stretcher on the modified carriage. All the windows in the carriage were opened to maintain ventilation.
The injured who were awake were not treated so well, and both rows of seats in the carriage were packed to the brim.
General Liao Guo also removed all the leather armor and bronze swords of these wounded soldiers. Liao Guo Temple was not an idiot. How could Xia Guo take away such military ordnance.
After Cai Kankan finished loading the wounded soldiers and the two of them were polite, Jing Huai returned to the camp nonsensically. He really couldn't figure out why Liao Guoguo turned his nose up at these injuries and showed no mercy.
Because among the border guards in Yuntong County, medicine is second only to food. The general asked the tenant farmers in Zhuangzi to produce allicin day and night. So far, no one knows how much the reserve is.
Moreover, Xinhuo Academy specializes in medicines, medicinal powders and some first aid measures on the battlefield.
But no matter how much Jing Huai thought about it, he felt that it would be difficult for these guys, because although some of the wounded soldiers were only slightly injured, there was already a faint rotten smell coming from the wounds.
Inside the carriage, the wounded man, who was being carried on a stretcher, was almost unconscious.
The soldiers sitting in the carriage were a little scared. They didn't know where they were going next, and they didn't know what their ending would be. Everything was unknown. No one told them who these people were.
Even if a few wounded soldiers asked, the cavalrymen would draw their swords and tell them to shut up and be quiet.
Sometimes the unknown is more frustrating than the desperate situation.
A middle-aged soldier covered his wound and sighed helplessly.
Another soldier next to him said in panic, "Three, Third Son, me, where are we going?"
"Who knows, it's not a good place anyway. Hey, this knife almost split my heart out."
The middle-aged soldier covered his wound, and little blood stains continued to flow from the wound. His face gradually turned pale as the blood flowed.
"Sanzi, are you okay?"
"Hiss~~~!"
The middle-aged soldier took a breath and bared his teeth and said, "Look, I look like I'm fine. If this continues, I probably won't survive tonight. You are luckier than me."
The soldier smiled bitterly and said, "Well, I was hit by an arrow in my shoulder. I smelled the arrowhead and it was stained with gold. I may live a few more days than you, but my death will be worse than yours."
An atmosphere of despair surrounded everyone. Although they were injured, everyone already knew that they would probably die soon after this trip.
When Jing Huai returned to the camp, it was already dark and Wu Gaolang had not returned yet. The cavalry shouted towards the camp.
"Hey, come here and accept it, the wounded soldiers are here~~~!"
Suddenly, many soldiers, both male and female, with their arms tied with red ropes appeared in the military camp. After they ran out, they checked the wounded soldiers one by one.
They first carried all the unconscious soldiers into the ward, while those who continued to bleed or had vital injuries stayed outside the ward.
Those who were stabbed by swords or shot by arrows and whose lives were not in danger for the time being were placed outside the ward.
Zhang Yumeng is wearing a special animal skin apron, a funny hat, and facial expressions. w_/a_/p_/\_/.\_/c\_/o\_/m (The next page is more exciting!)
Mask made of linen.
"How do you say this?"
After Ge Zhao felt the wounded soldier's pulse, he shook his head and said, "We don't have enough energy and blood. The arm was cut off. It's probably hopeless."
After Zhang Yumeng untied the linen on the wounded soldier's broken arm, he quickly poured alcohol to disinfect it, then sprinkled a bottle of allicin on it, then wrapped it with linen soaked in alcohol, gave him another bottle of allicin, and applied it to the sore medicine.
"It's up to him whether he's dead or alive when he's carried into the ward."
Ge Xiuming was surprised and said, "Is it necessary to save such a person? I'm afraid that even if he is rescued, he will be a cripple."
Zhang Yumeng said nonchalantly, "Are you okay? This man's left arm is short and his right arm is still intact. If he can be saved, then he can work. The food he produces in a year can feed a few more people. It's really not possible." You can go to the grasslands to herd horses or sheep."
Ge Xiuming didn't say much, and the two of them quickly diagnosed some seriously injured soldiers. w_/a_/p_/\_/.\_/c\_/o\_/m
In fact, many of the dead soldiers were not brought back. Some had fractures and were lucky enough to be slightly scratched by the chariot. These people only needed to recover their arms and clamp them with wooden boards. This kind of bruises was Ge Xiuming's strength.
A woman came to some Liao soldiers who had been injured by arrows and asked, "Where are you injured?"
The soldier was a young man. He shrank his head and stammered, "Shoulder, on the shoulder."
The woman tore his clothes apart, hesitated, and then went to the wound to smell it.
"The feather arrows are smeared with gold juice?"
The Liao soldier was startled by the woman's actions, but he still answered honestly, "Yes, it still hurts now."
"Feel if the wound is hot or not."
The soldier felt it for a moment, nodded and said, "It's hot, and it's still a little bloated."
The woman took out a weirdly curved and wet needle from the medicine box, and took some threads made of plant fibers. These tools were all soaked in alcohol.
"Hold it."
"What?".
