In fact, the high mortality rate among ancient soldiers was not due to the enemy's skill with arrows, which killed people on the spot, nor was it due to their invincible sword skills that struck the fatal part with a single blow.
Such a high mortality rate is because the level of medical care in ancient times was very low, and many wars did not carry regular military doctors.
Looking at some ancient data, military doctors once used ashes from burned earthen wood to stop bleeding of soldiers. This method would have caused many soldiers to die from hemorrhage before the advent of suturing.
Moreover, there were no anesthetics in ancient times. When treating wounds, soldiers had to hold themselves upright, and some were completely hurt to death.
Those who were not hurt to death had to wait for infection to occur without disinfectant. A large number of soldiers died of wound infection.
Not long after, when Yang Gan was petting the cat in the backyard, a panting figure walked in.
She let her hair down and a wine glass was thrown at her.
"Damn it, I quit, can you help me?"
Yang Gan's eyes narrowed and he immediately hid aside.
"Bang~~!"
On Erhu's face, which was full of joy, a wine glass slowly slid down.
Erhu: Why is it always me who gets hurt, and I don’t dare to bite you?
Dahu: We are the kings of beasts. We can’t be so spineless. We must at least roar.
Erhu's eyes lit up and he was ready to roar, when he saw Yang Qian's eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Meow~~!"
Yang Gan rubbed its head and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Yumeng pulled off her mask and pointed outside angrily, "You're blind. There are 6,000 people coming, and we only have 400 medical soldiers. Treat? Treat your uncle. You wait to collect their corpses."
"Ah? The situation is so serious. How many people died?"
"More than a dozen, bleeding heavily, there was no time to stop the bleeding. Now the temporary operating room is no different from a slaughterhouse." The animal skin scarf in front of Zhang Yumeng looked like it was fished out of the blood pool.
When he heard that there were dead people, Yang Gan became serious, "Christina, send the order, send out a thousand veterans to support, contain the injuries, no more deaths can be carried out, send three teams of scouts, centered on the camp, within a radius of fifteen miles Explore inside and monitor the military camps of Shang Guo and Liao Guo."
"Yes~~!"
"Let's go, I'll help too." Yang Qian wiped away his sweat, pulled the pouting Zhang Yumeng, and walked towards the medical area.
When they arrived at the entrance of the medical area, they saw Wu Gaolang and Jing Huai squatting on the ground holding wine bottles, looking dejected.
When he saw Yang Qian and Zhang Yumeng coming over, Jing Huai took the wine bottle directly and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work, Miss Zhang. It's very hot today. Would you like some ice tea?"
Zhang Yumeng's eyes suddenly flashed, he borrowed it and took a swig.
"Ahahahaha~~~! So cool~~~!" After a few sips, Zhang Yumeng couldn't help but shiver, and the pores all over his body shrank instantly. .
Zhang Yumeng looked at the two of them, then at Yang Qian, and raised the corners of his mouth, "You two know how to treat people. Come on, come and help me."
Several people walked in one after another. The essential difference between the Xuanjia Iron Cavalry and the Polu Army and other armies was culture.
Many people are literate, can distinguish right from wrong, have brains, have mature ideological construction, and can unite the front with the country and the nation.
Speaking from a young age, I also know some knowledge about survival in the wild. Especially when the three tribes were exterminated, many soldiers of the Black Armor Cavalry learned healing techniques. Otherwise, how could there be so many slaves to use them? He had died of infection a long time ago.
After Zhang Yumeng wet her face with the ice tea in the wine bottle, she started busy again, and the soldiers also performed their duties.
Some soldiers are responsible for arranging the wounded, while others will suture the wounds and pour allicin on them.
Others would get lime or plant ash to cover the mud floor in the operating room. There was blood everywhere, and Zhang Yumeng almost slipped twice.
Yang Qian finally took off his mask and reset some soldiers' fractures or dislocations, installing wooden boards. Regarding orthopedic things, you still need someone with strong strength, otherwise it will be difficult to tear them apart.
Almost everyone is working hard to get it all done before dark, otherwise it will be very troublesome. These days there are no electric lights, let alone incandescent lamps, and the light level is completely impossible to provide effective vision protection for Zhang Yumeng.
After several hours of everyone's best efforts, the condition was almost under control, but none of the soldiers dared to relax their vigilance.
The 5,000 cavalry and the 2,500 working civilians are not equal to the number of wounded soldiers. Although they are injured and cannot resist, what if they resist? What if the camp is bombed?
Many Liao soldiers were only slightly injured, but Yang Gan was not worried at all when he distributed food to the wounded soldiers.
These soldiers have no fighting spirit and have no morale at all. An army without morale, to put it bluntly, Yang Gan can beat them to pieces by himself.
After everything was almost done, Yang Gan dragged his tired body towards the camp. Of course, the general's food could not be compared with that of ordinary soldiers.
At this time, Wu Gaolang and Jing Huai dragged Zhang Yumeng down. Zhang Yumeng said angrily, "What do you two sneaky guys want to do? You have been following me for a long time."
Jing Huai said with a tired smile, "We have something to do today and want to trouble Xiaoniang Zhang. I don't know..."
"Oh, tell me, I'm starving to death." Zhang Yumeng was very angry.
Jing Huai kept talking short, while Zhang Yumeng frowned and drank cold water from a glass from time to time.
After a while, Zhang Yumeng suddenly understood and finally figured out the matter.
"You all want to know now why Yang Qian came back in such a hurry today, right?"
"Yes, I heard that Zhang Xiaoniang has a close relationship with the general, so she must know what the general is thinking."
Zhang Yumeng frowned and thought for a while. When a wounded soldier was carried over from him, her eyes lit up and she whispered in Jing Huai's ear.
"Yang Gan likes to chat the most when he's eating. Wait for you to go in when he's halfway through eating. And he's embarrassed to see you hungry. If I remember correctly, he often mentions you to me. .”
"I say you are a material that can be built, but it's a pity that you are still young."
Zhang Yumeng pointed at the blood-stained soldiers around him and said, "You see, if the soldiers make mistakes, they will die. If the generals make mistakes, many more will die. General Liao is obviously no match for General Shang."
After separating from the two of them, Zhang Yumeng also entered the military tent. As soon as he walked inside, he saw plates of meat, vegetables, and fruits filled with several tables.
"Yu Meng, come and eat quickly. The food team will be here tomorrow as scheduled. We will transport the soldiers who are almost healed first. We can talk about the rest."
Looking at the delicious dishes, Zhang Yumeng licked his lips and lay stretched out on the mat.
"I'm starving, but I can't eat."
"Oh, you think you are the only one who can't eat. I have no appetite. It's too hot. I just asked Belika to go down and prepare big wooden barrels to collectively make ice water to supply the soldiers."
Zhang Yumeng asked curiously, "Why don't you drink?"
"After three bowls, I can't drink any more."
At this time, Krisna said, "We in Sparta have a kind of soup. Once you drink it, you will feel energetic and your appetite will increase."
"Oh? Really, this has an appetizing effect?"
"Christina, how about you make something and let us try it." Zhang Yumeng said.
"Okay~~~! Just wait."
A quarter of an hour later, Krisna came in with a large basin of dark soup and placed it on the table.
"This is our most famous black soup in Sparta. It is very nutritious and can effectively replenish physical energy."
Looking at the scalding water that was so dark that it was almost reflective, an ominous aura rose from the bottom of Yang Gan's heart.
"How about you try it first?"
"Fuck you, what do you think I am? If you want to try it, you try it first, Krisna, you made the soup, try it yourself first." Zhang Yumeng is a modern person, how could he be fooled by Yang Gan so easily.
After Krisna filled a bowl, she drank it all in one gulp. After finishing the drink, she kept smacking her mouth with an expression of unfinished expression.
The two looked at each other and laughed.
"It's edible."
"No poison."
After saying that, the two of them scooped up a bowl and drank it.
Suddenly, Yang Gan's eyes widened, and Zhang Yumeng's eyes almost popped out.
Yang Gan quickly rushed outside the tent and vomited loudly, as if he was about to spit out gall water.
Zhang Yumeng was not much better either. Both of them were seen kneeling on the ground, holding their hands on the ground and vomiting continuously.
"Axi, is this swill?"
"My taste buds were raped." Zhang Yumeng said on the verge of tears.
"Ugh vomit vomit~~~!"
Krisna walked out with a bowl of soup, a thoughtful expression on her brows, and then took another sip.
"I haven't had it for a long time. It really tastes like home." She immediately fell into memories.
After vomiting for a long time, the two helped each other back to the tent.
"Christina, it seems that I haven't treated you badly since you came here."
"No, on the contrary, you are quite good to me."
Yang Gan pointed at Krisna and said tremblingly, "Then what did you give me to drink? Poison? Bah, poison is not that bad."
Zhang Yumeng covered her mouth and continued to feel sick.
"This, what on earth is this made of?"
Krisna took another sip and said with a smile, "This is good stuff, very filling. I used pork hind legs, a lot of salt and a lot of vinegar. The most important thing is the soul of the soup, pig blood."
Yang Qian covered his face speechlessly, came to the back and started brushing his teeth, and kept pouring wine. After the wine gourd was chilled for a while, although the medicinal wine was still very bitter, it tasted better compared to Krisna's soup. I don’t know how many times.
"What's the name of your soup? You actually put pig blood in it, you're so perverted." Zhang Yumeng couldn't help but curse.
"This is called black soup. They undergo arduous military training, drink a big bowl of black soup, and take a refreshing bath in the Evrotas River after rest. This is the life of Spartan soldiers." Lisna actually showed a look of nostalgia.
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