There was no way he could stay in the wounded barracks any longer, and Han You was afraid that he couldn't help but kill people.
There were many medical officers, but from Han You's perspective, none of them were professional.
The problem is that Han You is not professional either, even more so than these medical officers.
Han You took out a small notebook strung with yellow paper from his arms, scrawled a few notes, and quickly walked out of the wounded barracks.
Before he could mount his horse, Lao Cai chased him out, terrified.
"Major General, do you think that your humble position and your brothers' craftsmanship are not enough?"
Han You's face was full of bitterness, that's what he thought, but he couldn't say that Lao Cai and the other medical officers wanted to treat their colleagues more than he did.
But he couldn't unscrupulously say that these idiots had superb medical skills. He was afraid that if he did, they would be directly upgraded from boxing masters to brick masonry masters.
"Is there no doctor in the city? A serious doctor."
Lao Cai shook his head: "No."
"What about other cities?"
"have."
Lao Cai nodded, then shook his head: "No."
"Yes or no."
Lao Cai was stupid and didn't know what to say. It must be true. He also understood what Han You meant.
Who can come to Lancheng as a serious doctor? The truly artistic doctors are the guests of aristocratic families or officials, and many of them are worshippers.
Han You also more or less guessed that doctors are a relatively rare species, even in Beijing. There are medical clinics and doctors, but they are very few. Most of these doctors who sit in the clinics diagnose diseases for high-ranking officials. There are seven in the southern city and only one in the northern city. This is why Wu Mingyue was loved in the south.
"Forget it, I'll find a way to solve it, this won't work."
Han You didn't know what to say. This group of so-called military medical officers was actually like a suggestion box in a university, facing the camera. It was just a decoration. It would be better not to have it at all.
After waving his hand, Han You mounted his horse and left. He turned to look at Feng Bai and said, "The military report has not been sent out yet. Who is responsible for the military report reporting the merits?"
"Deputy Commander Tang."
"Have you finished writing?"
"It's because I have gained a lot of experience, so it probably hasn't been written yet."
The distraught Han You cursed his mother again. He was not angry even if he didn't mention the victory. He chased him out of the city with all his strength. He killed so many brothers in the battle, only to come back one by one like they were picking up their hair.
There is a saying that the fighting power of this group of savages outside the pass is really strong, which can be seen from their "equipment".
Many people don't even wear a pair of crotch pants, and just go out to fight naked. The standard weapon is a wooden stick. At most, it is a stick tied with a stone. There are only a handful of people with iron weapons, only a few thousand people. It is estimated that it is possible. It was Zhou Tianfeng and people from the Sikong family who got it secretly.
This group of savages were able to cause so much damage to the border troops when they killed the enemy. They were actually shot with bows and arrows.
Regardless of whether they were wearing clothes or not, or whether they were using wooden sticks or not, the various bows were really sharp and their shots were extremely accurate. They turned around and shot while running. The most common injuries suffered by the wounded soldiers were arrow wounds.
One can imagine how amazing the fighting power of these savages would be if they wore armor and used swords.
Thinking about it, living in the deep mountains and old forests, fighting with nature and beasts, either climbing trees or climbing over mountains and ridges, the physiques are also different.
This time is not a big victory. Han You frowned when he saw the so-called gains. They mainly used animal skins, but there were quite a few bows. No one used them because they were not of the same model. The arrows were also in a mess. The others... were gone. .
It is worth mentioning that many people were captured, hundreds of them. In addition to Zhou Tianfeng's followers, there were also about a dozen Fan people, who were said to be some kind of tribal leaders.
That is to say, the Confederate army could tell who the leader was through their totems and costumes, otherwise they would never be able to capture him. Just these savages could be hacked to death without hesitation after catching up with them.
"No, you can't write that in the military newspaper. The Southern Army is just too honest."
Han You said something without starting or ending, and galloped towards the Marshal's Mansion with the horse under his belly.
Unexpectedly, when Han You and his party arrived at the Marshal's Mansion, Lu Baichuan, Zhou Tong, the Tang family's father and son, plus the old Marshal Ren Canglin, one by one, looked like they had been wiped out. They were lying around and sleeping. Like a dead pig.
Feng Bai sighed.
Shaoyin, the boss.
Brother Hai, the second child.
He, I don’t know how old he is, he can only do this job.
Feng Bai, who was upset, carried the group of people back to the backyard one by one.
Han You saw that he was too drunk to talk, so he found a place and started writing letters.
He needs helpers, many helpers, experienced and intelligent people, the more professional the better, he must do something in Nanguan.
Write letters to Four Seasons Villa one after another.
When writing to the palace, I carefully consider each word one after another.
Writing to Zhongsun Wushuang and Wu Mingyue, one car after another... one sentence after another of missing.
As the night fell, Han You stretched out.
Wang Hai always came to Han You at the right time, took the letter and left to dispatch the soldiers.
This kind of "letter from home" needs to be delivered by one's own people, such as soldiers.
When he came outside the house, Han You walked around the commander's mansion and shook his head repeatedly.
The Marshal's Mansion is just like this Guancheng. Even though it has been cleaned up again and again, it is still in a dilapidated state. It is still in a dilapidated state. It still has the layout it should have. There is not a single piece of furniture it should have. The only stone table in the garden that is of good quality is also special. So Tang Che was slapped to pieces.
The eight public rooms that were originally covered with cobwebs have become bedrooms for miscellaneous soldiers. The back room has become Han You's living room, and next to it is the study room.
Lu Baichuan had sobered up and staggered out.
This guy got drunk quickly and woke up quickly. When he saw Han You wandering around, he got close to him.
"I just saw the auxiliary soldiers leaving with a letter and a horse. A letter to the capital?"
"Um."
Lu Baichuan asked carelessly: "What is it written about?"
"I wrote it to my wife and it has nothing to do with you. I wrote it to Four Seasons Villa and you don't understand."
"Then tell me what I can understand."
"What I saw and heard, especially what I just saw and heard in the wounded barracks."
Mentioning this matter, Han You sighed: "When we were leaving, a soldier was crying, crying sadly. I was very surprised why the soldier was crying. After asking, I found out that his eyes were soaked in the powder that Zhou Tianfeng used before outside the pass. It was not dealt with in time, and both eyes were completely blind. The soldiers said that it would be better to die, and the court would be able to give some money to the wife, children, and children. But now that the eyes are disabled, the armor must be removed. Without the armor, the family cannot live. "
Lu Baichuan lowered his head and remained silent. He had seen this kind of thing before, too many times.
"How wonderful it would be if that guy were in the hereafter."
Han You sighed with emotion. He remembered seeing a piece of news in his previous life, saying that Musk's team had developed something called a vision chip, cutting off a piece of skull in the brain and replacing it with a chip, allowing blind people to regain their sight.
The saying that technology benefits mankind is not nonsense.
But Han You had a second thought and felt that it would be useless for the army to travel through the same place.
If that thing enters the domestic market, based on the virtues of domestic capitalists, haha, a blind person who has replaced his optic nerve will not be able to turn over at night. If he accidentally turns over, a shopping platform will pop up. When he gets up in the morning, he will have to open his eyes. Watch the sixty-second commercial first.
Thinking of this, Han You suddenly burst into laughter.
Lu Baichuan asked: "What are you laughing at?"
"Let's..." Han You's smile grew stronger: "Let's be a capitalist."
"what for?"
"The capitalists of the Southland family are being slashed."
