One "If it doesn't affect you, go to the wounded barracks to see. If the wound is big, ask them to sew you two stitches. Otherwise, when will the wound heal?" After that, Jiang Pengji said again, "It just so happened that you had someone take my knife. Take it and sharpen it, the blade is not curled up properly—"
Li Yun glanced at the knife that his lord threw on the ground. The knife was full of one stone. No one except the lord could use it so easily.
However, every time my lord went to the battlefield, after returning, the knife would always be taken to the swordsmith to sharpen it and fix the edge of the curling blade.
It's not that the quality of the knife is not good, it's clearly that her lord is fighting too hard, no matter how good the knife is in her hand, it is a disposable item.
"The army hasn't arrived yet, the line of wounded barracks is not enough—"
Relying on his good health and quick recovery from wounds, Li Yun did not want to compete with wounded soldiers for scarce medical resources.
"Not enough trauma lines?" Jiang Pengji was surprised.
Li Yun said with a smile, "It's not just our soldiers here that are injured, but also the prisoners in the northern Xinjiang. The wastage is bigger than expected."
Jiang Pengji said, "If the thread is not enough, pull out a few more hairs. The wound is not very deep and long, and the hair can be used as well."
Although the hair is very brittle, but two or three are rolled together, the toughness and strength are not low, and there is no problem in emergency.
A few years ago, Jiang Pengji compiled a relatively comprehensive knowledge of emergency care with the help of the audience in the live broadcast room.
In addition, she also carefully discussed the possibility of trauma suturing with the sitting doctor of the Maruzhou Medical Center.
Her original words at the time were—
"The human body is like clothes. If the clothes are torn, they can be sewn with thread. If the wound is too large, why can't it be sewn with thread?"
The doctor in the hospital is dumbfounded, how can people and clothes be the same
But who made Jiang Pengji the lord
Their salaries are paid by others, and the hospitals where they work are also funded by others.
At first, he didn't dare to use it on people, so he could only experiment with rabbits or other animals, and even asked Xiu Niang to teach various embroidery techniques.
Facts have proved that after the wound is sutured, the recovery speed is much faster than without suture, and the probability of suppuration and death is also greatly reduced!
The men and women searched for all kinds of threads suitable for suturing wounds, and handed over this surgical suturing technique to the medical soldiers of the female battalion.
You should know that most of the soldiers who died in war did not die on the battlefield, but died of wounds that were not treated in time or were inflamed and pus.
With relatively sound medical care methods and trauma suturing techniques, most of the wounded soldiers can survive.
Thanks to this, the women's camp has become more and more popular.
If it weren't for the rule that the female battalion could retire at the age of twenty-five and get married, I don't know how many male soldiers wanted to digest it internally.
Fertilizer water does not flow into the field of outsiders!
Most of the female soldiers who retired early because of their injuries chose to stay in the army as logistics. The marriage object was either a retired male soldier or a proper-looking prisoner who set up their own household registration to start a family and be the head of the family. No matter which one it is, it is currently going well and it is enviable.
"Hair is fine?" Li Yun was surprised, "Sure, then I'll go to the wounded barracks later."
During the conversation, the sky was completely bright, and the red clouds on the horizon were smudged like paint.
The audience in the live broadcast room stayed up late.
Most of them were too sleepy to open their eyes, but when they saw the floating corpses floating on the surface of the water, they were so shocked that they lost sleep.
"Send someone to bring up these corpses and bury them. Otherwise, the corpses will enter the mouths of the fish and shrimp, and the river water will become dirty, and it will be inconvenient for us to use water."
Jiang Pengji ordered to send someone to retrieve the corpse.
You only need to clean up your own side of the water, and you don't need to worry about the corpses that float to the other side, so as not to be shot into a sieve in the past.
With the great victory in the water, the morale on Jiang Pengji's side has risen unprecedentedly.
Because Dongqing suffered too many losses in the hands of Beijiang, before the war, everyone was still uneasy.
Dongqing lost at home, can they win by going to other people's sites
It turns out that not only did they win, they also won!
Compared with the euphoria here, the Beijiang camp on the west bank of the Lishui River was filled with a heavy and depressed atmosphere.
As a veteran, Wu Liba was scolded and reprimanded by the king in public, and his face was lost.
Even Harencha, Wulipa's political enemy, would inevitably feel a little sad when he saw the situation of his mortal enemy.
The king had no brains, but Halenza couldn't watch the other party continue to die.
Wu Liba lost, but winning or losing is a common thing in military affairs. You can't beat Wu Liba to the bottom of the valley just because of a loss, right
There are many people in the northern Xinjiang who can conquer and fight well, but most of them are reckless warriors, and there are not many commanders with real brains.
If Wuliba is abolished, Northern Xinjiang will be finished.
In the past, Harenza also thought that no matter how good a brain was, it was not as hard as a fist.
Ever since the onlookers watched Sun Wen play with the Northern Jiang Dynasty Hall, he changed his usual insistence.
Wu Liba must not have an accident!
Thinking of this, Harunza went out to help Wuliba to say good things, arousing suspicion from everyone.
Aren't Harencha and Uliba political enemies
When did the two settle their quarrels
The king was on fire in his heart, but Halenza was his trusted confidant, so he had to give him face.
Just let Wu Li pull out to heal the wound, and then take the blame and make merit after healing the wound.
After everyone went down, the king specially left Harenza.
"Could it be that there is no one in my northern border who can replace Wu Liba? This old man, is he old-"
The king asked Halenza that the more he was in this situation, the more he missed Sun Wen, who had encountered an unexpected situation.
"If the Dao is here, how can the old man of Wuliba be so arrogant-"
Harenza stood silently to one side, he didn't want to touch the other side's bad head.
After the king had vented enough, Haruncha said, "King, according to the views of the ministers, Liu Xi won't win this time by force."
"What's the meaning?"
"If the two armies face each other, our army will definitely be able to win and return. In my humble opinion, this strategy of attacking the east and attacking the west is an excellent strategy, but there are many advisers under Liu Xi's tent, and some people must have seen through General Wu Liba's plan. Targeted precautions have been made and strict precautions have been set up.”
In other words, it wasn't that Wu Lipu lost to Liu Xi, and it wasn't that the soldiers from the northern Xinjiang lost to the Han family's soft-footed shrimp. They lost in their strategy!
Having said that, Dai Wang felt much better.
"Then what should we do?" he said, "Is it possible to let one party cross the river and set up a battle?"
Even if they were willing, Liu Xi would not agree.
They are enemies and not comrades in arms, so how can they trust them
Haruncha said, "This is not what I meant, but the morale is now down, and it is urgent to revive the morale of the army."
No morale at all, just fight a fight.
Obviously, the king's ability to focus on the key points is a little lost.
On behalf of Wang Dao, "If Zai Dao is still there, why is it here—"
Harenza: "… "
Convex (fuck dish f*ck) f*ck!
Enough is enough!
Before the king could come up with a solution, the two of them heard the sound of the horn in their ears.
"Where's the horn?"
The high-pitched and sharp horn sound carries a heavy murderous aura, and if you listen carefully, there seems to be a rumbling drum sound, which is dense like a rainstorm.
Clanging horns and drums.