A war that has dragged on for ten years cannot be dragged on forever. The people are full of resentment and the court officials are dissatisfied. They are all complaining that they have not been able to win for a long time. What's more, it is still in this situation. Peace talks are probably just around the corner, and gold, silver and jewelry are of course Needless to say, it is inevitable to be afraid of getting married.
Lu Zhishan stared at his stinking knee. He felt that the wound was like Dali's today. It was festering bit by bit, and it was affecting the whole body. It was no longer stable at all. Over time, it became... I became numb and no longer felt the pain. Gradually I could no longer remember the pain and hatred I felt when the arrow was inserted.
In more than ten years of military career, he felt tired for the first time.
"Yong Zhan, this is the best doctor in Kunming." Zhao Jingting came in with an old man with a white beard. His armor had not yet taken off. It was covered with brown blood and exuded a pungent stench. Zhao Jingting looked haggard. With anxiety, "Yong Zhan, our military doctors have all died on the battlefield. We can only find doctors outside first. You first..."
"Where are the reinforcements?! Where are the promised reinforcements?!" Lu Zhishan suddenly pulled out the sword on the bedside and pointed it tremblingly at Zhao Jingting's throat, his eyes widened, "Why didn't the reinforcements come on time?! We waited for three days and three nights. ! My... my soldiers are all dead!"
Zhao Jingting's eyes were filled with tears, and his throat was sliding up and down sharply. When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse and harsh: "There was a sudden flash flood in Yunnan, and we were blocked behind the Lancang River. It was already two days after we built the pontoon bridge and finally crossed the river. As soon as we landed, we were ambushed by Siamese soldiers. They were lying on the mountain and smashing rocks and logs. My army... my army suffered more than 30,000 casualties. When I finally led the troops to break out of the siege and rushed to Hue, At that time, it was already..."
Zhao Jingting couldn't speak anymore. The thirty-eight-year-old man collapsed on the ground, covering his face and sobbing. He desperately suppressed his emotions and gritted his teeth. The veins on his forehead popped out, but the tears still flowed. It flowed out turbulently along the fingers, and the blood and dirt on the hands fell on the cold armor bit by bit.
"Yong Zhan, I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry for the court! I'm sorry for the 70,000 dead soldiers!" Zhao Jingting slurred his words and his whole body was shaking violently. "If I hadn't wanted to ask for pensions for the fallen soldiers, I would have I apologized for committing suicide, Yong Zhan, why didn’t I die? I didn’t get a single blow from my body, Yong Zhan, you don’t know... you don’t know how sad I am!”
How could Lu Zhishan not know that only those who have experienced life and death on the battlefield will understand how heavy and scary the word empathy is.
The white-bearded old doctor pulled out the arrowhead for Lu Zhishan, cleaned out the pus, and finally sutured the wound with mulberry thread. Due to the war, there was a serious shortage of medicinal herbs in Yunnan City, and the old doctor had no hemp boiling powder. That day, Lu Zhishan Shan just watched the old doctor's rough hands working on his knees, watching the pus mixed with blood flowing. He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but the old doctor was nervous and sweating profusely.
"In ancient times, Guan Gong scraped bones to heal his wounds. Nowadays, generals pull out arrows from their knees. The general is truly a hero." After finally finishing the last stitch, the old doctor sighed while wiping his sweat. "It's just that the general's injury lasted too long. The cartilage is also damaged, and I am afraid it will take a year or two to recover. You must not force yourself to walk, otherwise you will become disabled. "