As the saying goes, if a person is poor but has short ambitions, he will be long without hair.
Tang Che is really short-minded, so short-sighted that he hasn't eaten meat for a long time.
It was true that there were a lot of game in the deep mountains and old forests outside Nanguan, but after Ren Canglin took office, he did not allow anyone to leave the customs at will, including the caravans of the aristocratic families.
The game was served, the wine was bought, and Tang Che continued to be brothers with Han You.
It can be seen that Tang Che has not only not eaten meat for a long time, but also hasn't drank alcohol for a long time.
After drinking two pots of wine, Tang Che laughed loudly because he could take a concubine.
Smiling and laughing, he cried again, because among the soldiers who died in the battle, there was a captain named Tang Zhang, who was his cousin.
While crying, Tang Che smiled again. Protecting the family and the country was the family motto of the Tang family, and he deserved to die.
Laughing and laughing, I still cried, because too many people in the Tang family died in a well-deserved death.
Tang Che, who was crying and laughing at the same time, also made Tang Qingfeng, who was unwilling and unable to accompany him, silent.
As the Tang family, as one of the families who have done a lot for Nanguan, even they can't see the end, the end of the war.
The barbarian tribesmen in Nanguan could not be killed all, and they jumped out one after another.
The Confederate army will not lose Nanguan, it will just use human lives to pile up.
No one knows how long they will defend, how long they will fight, how long they will kill, or how long they will die.
Ren Canglin came back and sighed deeply when he saw Tang Che who couldn't hide his drunken state.
The two veterans who were most familiar with Nanguan and Nanjun sat opposite each other, clinking glasses and sighing.
Han You left quietly, sitting on the threshold of the Marshal's Mansion, looking at the dilapidated city, riddled with holes, hugging his knees and thinking.
Human beings have invented many interesting words, such as peace.
Looking at the beginning of humankind, from ancient times to the Middle Ages, to the Renaissance, industry, and to the information age in later generations, even in the artificial intelligence era in the future, the word peace will not really exist.
The evolutionary history of human beings is also the evolutionary history of killing. Human beings and war are like evil twins, never far away, destroying all the beauty in the world.
With the development of science and technology, camps are constantly being divided. The more developed the technology, the more advanced the weapons, and the more meaningless peace becomes.
Wang Hai sat next to Han You, holding the Book of Songs and reading it.
Brother Hai's reading is also divided into stages. It was called blind reading before, then it was called reading, and now it's called reading. After a while, it's just reading when you're bored.
"Brother Hai, there are many problems at the border."
"That's what the young master said."
Wang Hai closed the book and said no more words.
He knew that Han You was just murmuring unconsciously. He believed that his young master would come up with many, many ways. This was always the case.
Han You was indeed muttering unconsciously, clasping his fingers and talking to himself.
"The treatment of the military, the transportation of weapons and grain, the defense of city gates, the barbarian aliens..."
Han You rubbed his eyebrows.
There are so many threads, it’s a mess, and I can’t even find a thread. The more I think about it, the messier it becomes.
It would be fine if the emperor Zhou Ke did not give him three military talismans and a package of imperial edicts. It is precisely because of this great trust and the rights represented by the military talismans and imperial edicts. If Han You now turns a blind eye and returns to Beijing despite knowing that some problems in Nanguan can be changed, I'm sorry for myself, I'm sorry for the good border man who died in the battle, and I'm sorry for Lao Ba.
"Let's go."
Han You patted Wang Hai's thigh and stood up: "Go to the wounded barracks and take a look. It's useless for you to hide it from me. You can't treat all this as a set of cold numbers like the bastards in the court."
"good."
Wang Hai said nothing more, turned his head and whistled, and then Feng Bai, who was always ready, ran out.
Lu Baichuan and Zhou Tong were so drunk that they could no longer walk, and were accompanying Tang Che and Ren Canglin to reflect on their sufferings.
The wounded soldiers camp is not inside the city, but outside the city, in the north of the city, not far from Huaizhong Mountain.
Han You and the others got on their horses and headed to the wounded barracks without calling any other soldiers.
There are no doctors in Nanguan. They are all military generals. In name, they are called medical officers, but in fact they are also members of the military. They are wild doctors who are passed down by word of mouth.
In fact, part of the reason for the high death rate in ancient battlefields was wound infection. Many soldiers were seriously injured. To put it bluntly, they gritted their teeth and held on. They survived as long as they survived. If they couldn't survive, there was nothing they could do.
When Han You arrived at the wounded barracks, he was really shocked even though he was prepared.
Squatting at the entrance of the wounded barracks was a school captain named Lao Cai, a thin man in his forties. During the war, he was the flag bearer of the Buyong camp. After the battlefield, he was the ancestral doctor.
When he saw the rumored "Young Master Han", Lao Cai, who had his arms around his waist, was all smiles, like a farmer who had experienced a good year, with wrinkles on his dark face.
Han You ignored the pleasantries and asked for the number that everyone had been hiding from him. When he got the answer, his face turned pale.
Two thousand four hundred and seventeen people. When this number was reported, several soldiers silently pulled the cart towards Huaizhong Mountain, where the loyal souls are buried.
The tents in the wounded barracks were all connected together, and the sound of wailing could be heard endlessly.
Han You gritted his teeth and walked quickly to the nearest tent.
The smell of blood filled the tent, and there were three soldiers lying there. One was slightly injured and seemed to be sleeping soundly. He was snoring loudly. His chest was pressed against his waist. He must have been hit by an arrow, not a fatal injury.
The other soldier made no sound, his breathing was weak, and he was obviously unconscious at first glance. His face was frighteningly red, he had a high fever, multiple wounds, and his right leg was bloody.
The soldiers on the inside were the most serious, screaming at the top of their lungs. The entire right wrist was cut off. It was originally connected to the skin and flesh, but it was just connected to the skin and flesh. The doctor in the army cut it off with a sharp knife, and then attached it with a red-hot iron. affected area.
The doctor, who was covered in blood, laughed and cursed: "You are so lucky, your right wrist is disabled. You are still left-handed, so you will still be able to use a knife in the future..."
Before he could finish his words, Jun Wu fainted from the pain.
Han You gasped, it hurt just looking at it, it was shocking.
"There's no... no anesthetic, Mafei powder or anything like that."
"Ma Fei San?" Lao Cai's eyes lit up: "Are you talking about Hua Tuo?"
"Yeah."
"Three Kingdoms, the old man who scraped Guan Sheng's bones to heal his wounds?"
"Yes, it's Hua Tuo. He uses Ma Fei Powder."
Lao Cai: "I've heard of it, but I've never seen it. It's probably lost."
Han You: "..."
As Lao Cai said, it has long been lost. After Hua Tuo was imprisoned by Boss Cao, before his death, he wrote the "Qing Nang Shu" that he had learned and practiced medicine in his life, and gave this book to the prison boss Zhang San. Zhang San admired Hua Tuo as a person and responded with tears, promising that he would pass on Hua Tuo's medical skills to the world.
As a result, the wife of cell leader Zhang San burned the "Qing Nang Shu" behind Zhang San's back, fearing that her husband would follow in the footsteps of Hua Tuo.
When Zhang San saw Dr. Hua Tuo, he had a severe fever. He suddenly felt that he had no face to live in this world, and finally committed suicide by drowning in the river, and Ma Fei San was lost.
"Then you can't bite a wooden board and let them stand still."
Han You really couldn't stand it anymore and said to himself: "There is no anesthesiologist in the army. Not only full anesthesia, but half anesthesia will do. It will hurt to death."
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Lao Cai, who thought he was the most skilled medical practitioner in Nanguan, couldn't help but ask: "What do you mean by hemp..."
"Anesthesia, paralysis, semi-anaesthesia, and general anesthesia are the anesthesiologists and master anesthetists who can make soldiers unconscious without feeling the pain of their flesh and blood!"
"Oh~~~"
Lao Cai suddenly realized it and shouted excitedly: "The general showed this ability when he was at the border. Oh, I think about it. I remember it. When you say such a stupid word, I think of my humble position."
Han You's face was full of astonishment: "My father also knows how to prepare anesthesia medicine?"
"Look at it."
After finishing speaking, there was a "bang" sound, and Lao Cai punched the soldier next to him, who was moaning in pain, on the back of his head.
Junwu rolled his eyes and fainted.
Han You opened his mouth wide: "What are you doing?"
"Didn't you tell me that? That's what the general did back then."
After finishing speaking, Lao Cai shook his fist, feeling very proud.
"What I'm talking about is...anesthesia."
"That's right, anesthesia, punching numbing, you can say that the punch of humble position is numbing or not. This is what the general did back then."
After finishing speaking, Lao Cai turned around happily: "Brothers, don't call me a medical clinic anymore. Listen to the young general and call me a boxer."
Han You yelled: "You just punched him to death. Can he still wake up?"
"Why not?"
Lao Cai turned his fist into a palm and shouted with a big mouth. The soldiers who had fainted woke up and continued to scream.
Han You: "..."
