"What do you want these things for?"
When Lin Wanyue heard Li Xian's question, she replied energetically, "I myself know that this kind of knife and gunshot wound is incurable, but our army has a special way to deal with such a situation, if the incision is too long or too deep. In order to stop the bleeding, we usually use a soldering iron to scald the skin and flesh at the wound to stop the bleeding. For example, in the case of excessive blood loss like mine, the skin and flesh are everted. Use needle and thread to sew, and if the effect is not very good, use a red-hot soldering iron to scald it, and in the end it will be up to God.
"Isn't such a method of treatment added to the wound?"
"Ah… "
Lin Wanyue showed a pale smile, held her eyelids tightly, and said with a wink to Li Xian, "Because this is a method of treating wounds, it is rarely recorded in medical books, but it is very common in our military camp. It works, if the military doctor showed it to us now, I'm afraid it would have been treated like this long ago."
Lin Wanyue told Li Xian so much in one breath, it was her limit, and after speaking, Lin Wanyue slowly closed her eyes.
Li Xian looked at Lin Wanyue like this and was speechless for a long time.
Before that, Li Xian was just a princess who lived high in the palace for a long time. To Li Xian, the word war was nothing but a story recorded in black and white in a book.
Now, when Li Xian could walk into the stories in those books and come to the battlefield, she realized how tragic the understated narratives in the history books were.
Looking at Lin Wanyue at this moment, and at Lin Yu, who was lying in Zhang Sanbao's arms with a painful face, Li Xian decided in her heart: If her younger brother can take that position, she must urge him to become a leader. Good emperor, he will not waste the blood shed for him by the following people.
"Princess, the servant did not find any needles and threads, but only brought a few silver needles that were used to test poison for the princess..."
Hearing this, Lin Wanyue opened her eyes just as she was about to say something, but saw Li Xian raise her hand, put it on her head, and then plucked one out of the long black hair.
"Is this feasible?" Li Xian handed A Yin her hair.
A Yin didn't dare to answer no matter what, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and said in fear: "Princess, you are the body of a thousand gold, how can you, how can you lightly hurt your hair... slaves dare not..."
"It's okay, Ben Gong forgives you for not guilty. This hair was pulled out by Ben Gong himself, and it is no different from anyone else."
Lin Wanyue opened her hazy eyes as she watched Li Xian hand the slender hair to Ah Yin, thinking that this hair would be connected to her body for a while, and a special feeling surged in her heart.
"Captain, here's the soldering iron!"
"Ah!" Lin Yu's scream came from the side.
"Quick, Ni Da, come and help, hold him down!"
"coming!"
Meng Ni immediately put the soldering iron aside and rushed over to hold Lin Yu's other good leg.
Yu Wan looked at Lin Yu who was grinning in pain and said solemnly, "The two of you must be fixed. There can't be any mistakes in this joint, or I'm afraid there will be lameness in the future."
"Don't worry girl!"
For a while, Lin Yu's screams were incessant, and Li Xian's heart skipped a beat when she heard it. She wanted to leave the camp several times, but somehow she stayed.
Here, Ah Yin has already fixed the hair and the silver needle. The hand holding the needle is a little trembling. Looking at Lin Wanyue, he said, "Lin Battalion Commander, I'm about to start, you... you have to be patient."
"Girls just do it."
The silver needle in A Yin's hand slowly pierced Lin Wanyue's wound. Seeing the silver needle getting closer and closer, Li Xian couldn't help turning her head away.
After a while, she didn't hear the sound she imagined, so Li Xian turned her head and saw that A Yin was stitching up Lin Wanyue's wound tightly.
Lin Wanyue, on the other hand, seemed to have passed out, her eyes closed and there was no response...
Li Xian took a closer look and found that Lin Wanyue's right hand was firmly grasping the sheepskin carpet on the ground, her lips were tightly pressed together, but she refused to let go and let out a groan...
"Ah! Ah!"
With the sound of "gaba", Yu Wan connected Lin Yu's leg bones, and then Lin Yu also fainted due to the combination of pain and fatigue. Yu Wan quickly took the wooden board beside him and clamped Lin Yu's connection. Legs, and then took the cloth strips and fastened the planks.
After finishing this series, Yu Wan wiped the sweat from her forehead. Although she was born as a doctor, she was fortunate to be assigned to the palace, and she had never seen such a bloody scene.
Yu Wan looked at Li Xian cautiously. Seeing Li Xian unblinkingly watching A Yin stitch up the wound of the commander Lin, she admired inwardly: The princess is the princess, she is really a goddess, seeing such bloody blood The scene can actually not change its color...
"Lin... battalion commander, your wound is a little out of place. I seal the stitches closely, which will help you heal, but you need to tie twice as many stitches, you... "
"bring it on."
Lin Wanyue slowly opened her eyes, gave Ah Yin an encouraging look, and then closed her eyes tiredly.
A Yin glanced at Lin Wanyue's bright eyes, and his heart couldn't help jumping up quickly.
A Yin lowered his head and looked at Lin Wanyue's face secretly. After a closer look, he found that the young battalion commander was quite good-looking. Although his skin was a little darker, the color of his arms would suggest that the color of his face was acquired the day after tomorrow. As a result, Ah Yin looked at Lin Wanyue's face carefully and saw that his nose was high and straight, his lips were thinly pursed together, and his eyebrows were clear, long and straight, and his forehead was smooth and full...
If the skin color on this arm is replaced by the face, I am afraid that he is also a handsome young man.
Thinking of this, Ah Yin's face flushed, and he felt that the hand holding Lin Wanyue's arm was a little hot.
When Lin Wanyue saw that A Yin was still not moving, she thought that A Yin was waiting for her to prepare, so she opened her eyes and glanced at A Yin again and said, "Let's do it, girl."
"Oh yes… "
After Zhang Sanbao and Meng Ni Da asked Li Xian for instructions, they carried Lin Yu out of the princess' tent.
Yu Wan also left the tent and went outside to deal with the blood on his body.
In the entire tent, Lin Wanyue and A Yin, who was silently sewing needles, were left, and Li Xian, who had been standing beside Lin Wanyue and looked down at this scene.
After the shouting Lin Yu left, the entire camp was extremely quiet...
A Yin was deeply worried that Lin Wanyue would use a red-hot soldering iron to scald her arm, so the stitches were arranged very closely. When she reached the last stitch, Li Xian's hair that was hanging down from her waist was just right for her arm. Finish.
"Huh... Princess, Camp Commander Lin's wound has been sewn up."
"It's work." Lin Wanyue thanked.
"How?" Li Xian asked.
"Back to the princess, the pins of the slaves are very dense, so there should be no need to use a soldering iron. The slaves will now apply medicine and bandage to Camp Commander Lin."
"Yeah." Li Xian nodded, looked at the charcoal basin and the soldering iron on the ground and put her heart down...
Ah Yin put down Lin Wanyue's arm carefully, then turned around and went to the medicine box to get the good gold sore medicine and bandages.
Li Xian looked at Lin Wanyue's arm, and saw that Lin Wanyue's only fair arm seemed to be crawling with a black-footed centipede. Thinking that the black color was her own hair, Li Xian's face became hot.
Li Xian's golden sore medicine was brought from the capital, and it was very valuable. A Yin opened the porcelain bottle and sprinkled it on Lin Wanyue's wound as if she didn't want money. Then, she took a clean bandage and wrapped Lin Wanyue's injured arm.
"Thank you princess, thank you this girl."
After the wounds were treated, Lin Wanyue supported her body with her other hand and slowly got up from the ground.
It happened that Meng Ni Da and Zhang Sanbao also sent Lin Yu back to his tent at this time.
Seeing that Lin Wanyue was getting up, they both came to Lin Wanyue's side to help Lin Wanyue up from the ground.
"Thank you princess for saving your life."
Lin Wanyue gave Li Xian a weak look between Zhang Sanbao and Meng Ni Da.
"Commander Lin, take a good rest, this bottle of golden sore medicine will be given to you." After saying that, he motioned A Yin to hand over the golden sore medicine to Meng Ni Da.
Meng Ni Da took the vase and thanked Li Xian and A Yin, and then he and Zhang Sanbao walked out of the princess' tent with Lin Wanyue on the side.
After the battlefield was cleaned up, the preliminary statistics of the deaths were reported to Li Mu.
Li Mu sat in front of the big tent and listened to the adjutant's report, and a dark cloud formed in his heart.
Only two of the sixteen-path pioneers came back alive. This was something that had never happened to Li Mu for so many years.
In just one battle, 16 pioneers and generals whom he valued very much, future generals, lost 14 people at once.
"What about the other two?"
"Returning to the commander, Lin Yu was trampled by the Hun horse and broke his leg, and was rescued by Lin Feixing, the battalion commander of Feiyu Battalion, and two soldiers under his tent. Her Royal Highness Princess Eldest has already taken the person away, and is being treated by a doctor in the palace. Another vanguard general, Hou Ye... had an arm cut off, and is still in a coma with serious injuries."
"Understood, you go down first, arrange the wounded, notify the cooking camp, make a good meal today, and place the whistle for another fifty miles."
"Yes!"
"Also... Send the military posts of conscription to all counties."
"Yes."
The adjutant withdrew from the tent, and Li Mu sighed heavily. This year's Autumn Harvest Battle was very strange. It was absolutely impossible for the Huns to kill the pioneers by chance. Li Mu asked himself that he had led troops for many years, and there was absolutely no such thing on the battlefield. Such a coincidence.
It is easy to recruit soldiers and difficult to cultivate generals. These sixteen pioneers are all talents that Li Mu has carefully cultivated. As long as he accumulates a certain amount of military merit in the future, becoming a general is a sure thing, but now, after only one battle, the sixteenth. There are only two people left...