The banquet was held in the only restaurant in the city.

Of course, this hotel has long been a restaurant for military officers. The distinction between the upper and lower classes was truly evident here, and the officer who was eligible to attend was at least a major, and Sean dared say that most of these officers had never eaten at the same table as his soldiers.

During the day, General Schmidt complained about the lack of food and clothing in the army, but the dinner attended by the senior officer was as lavian as possible, with many vegetables that could only be found in glass conservatories—they did not look fresh and tender because they had come from a long journey.

Sean's commander name doesn't count here, according to the strength of the force, he is barely a brigade commander level, and it is also a small brigade.

According to the imperial military system, the brigade commander is generally a brigadier general or major general, but there are at least twenty of them at this banquet at this level, half of which, like Sean, belongs to the commander of the local militia.

Most of the commanders of these local militia groups were from aristocratic and large landowners, and a few were from civilian backgrounds. They are different from the officers who came from the military.

This makes this banquet form a delicate situation, with a group in the east and a nest in the west.

As the saying goes, things gather like and people gather in groups.

Sean, on the other hand, is an outlier, and the various characters here prefer to call him knighthood.

He was both a nobleman and a local, but he also had a formal experience in the regular army, and his status as a recipient of the Golden Dragon Order earned him the respect of the high-ranking officers with eyes on top of his head, as well as the title of scholar.

Therefore, Sean can introduce the power operation mode of the Estates-General of Genoa to the nobles, talk to local people about land management and the customs of the south, talk to the guards officers about what they have seen and heard on the battlefield in the northern Xinjiang, and talk about education with some studious people in the army.

When it came to Sean's status as a scholar, General Schmidt appointed Sean as a consultant to the field hospital on the spot, and went to the field hospital as soon as possible to give guidance, hoping to save the lives of some more soldiers.

In short, at this banquet, Sean himself was welcomed by most people, and he himself was in a good mood, except for the fact that he returned to the garrison to find that General Schmidt had sent someone to take away the six 12-pounder cannons and six six-pounder howitzers he had captured in Moore City, as well as some intact guns and corresponding ammunition.

The captured guns were not used by themselves, because they were not the same type of equipment as the Genoese Civil Defence and the type of buckshot used, which only created a logistical burden for themselves. As for the cannons, they belong to the technical class, and Sean can't get enough artillery to use them at the moment, and as soon as the cannons go off, the money flows out in an uproar.

But General Schmidt did not do this authentically, and it was estimated that he would strike first, so in Sean's absence, he sent his own adjutant to do it, and how dare the petty officers below refuse the order of the commander-in-chief.

This is also in line with General Schmidt's style, there is a advantage to be taken, that must be taken, and he does not care about criticism. Moreover, he specially held a welcome banquet for Sean, this kind of treatment can be said to be enough face, maybe he has already calculated it.

Sean is not good at pursuing this matter, how could the equipment fall into the hands of Schmidt, the male lion, and spit it out?

But Sean slashed his quartermaster, each of whom was responsible for cleaning the toilets for a week, to show the guys who counts in the Civil Guard.

The Genoese Civil Defence was stationed in a small village outside Lunga, and the local population had long since fled, and although the houses were cramped and the officers and soldiers had to be huddled together, the conditions were more harsh, but it was better than pitching tents in the field.

The next day, under the escort of Nelson and others, Sean took several of his military doctors and rode out of the station, and his destination was the field hospital in the city. General Schmidt appointed him to also serve as an adviser to the hospital.

The sky was overcast, the north wind was howling, and the coldest season in Guineapoli had arrived.

The director of the field hospital was named Siegel Gay, a veteran military doctor. Dean Gay was not averse to the latest medical technology, and he read every issue of the latest medical developments, but apparently he was helpless in the face of a large number of injuries and illnesses, and could only watch the soldiers die in agony.

This is not only due to his lack of means to deal with his injuries, but also to the scarcity of medical supplies, the latter of which may be more important.

Sean's arrival gave him hope.

Because in Dean Gay's view, Sean is an academic authority, whether it is related to bacteria or human blood transfusions, or the recent very popular prevention of smallpox, all of which make him, the dean who can only make three axes, worship.

Sean also brought several pamphlets, which were written by several medical professors at the University of Poitou, in addition to common surgical trauma treatment and surgery, the prevention and treatment of major infectious diseases, and the scope and use of common drugs, etc., and also spent a lot of space on aftercare.

The hospital is housed in a chapel, and the conditions here are so harsh that the window panes have long since disappeared and are stuffed with rags.

In order to keep warm, horse manure is burned here, and the smell of blood and urine makes the air in the house dirty.

Sean frowned, if the field aid in the Civil Defense was such an environment, he would have killed.

There hasn't been any fighting lately, and the damned ones are dead, in the words of some. Most of the soldiers lying here were non-fatal wounds sustained half a month ago, but their wounds had become inflamed, causing many complications.

The soldiers who contracted dysentery were not isolated from other patients and lived in the same room.

There was a shortage of doctors and medicines in the hospital, two doctors and three nurses, including Dean Gay, there were only six people in total, and there were nearly 500 patients, and the medicine was even more pitiful.

"I knew we had to disinfect and sterilize, but we didn't even have firewood to boil water, so we had to pick up horse manure. Dean Gay complained, "As for the medicines, they are even less pitiful. ”

"Well, the Genoese Civil Defense can provide some, medicine, alcohol, bandages, gauze, scalpels, my military doctor will stay to help you, and I will send another company of soldiers to help you clean this place thoroughly, and the soldiers with dysentery must be separated. In short, there must not be any peculiar smell here except for the smell of the potion. "I'm going to see General Schmidt now, and he must support the construction of the field hospital." ”

"Thank you, sir!" Dean Gay was very grateful, paused and whispered, "Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief is not very good-tempered. ”

Sean waited outside General Schmidt's headquarters office for nearly an hour before being allowed in, and before that, Sean saw several groups of people scolding the general's bloody heads, and their faces were red.

When Sean explained what he meant, General Schmidt shook his head:

"Viscount, now that supplies are in dire straits, the first thing I need to ensure is food and ammunition, understand?"

"It gives the soldiers the best care and the best love for them. "General, when soldiers know that they will be taken care of if they are wounded, they will be braver on the battlefield." ”

"I know it too, but you and I are both soldiers, and we should know that death is inevitable......

"But battlefield ambulance can dramatically reduce mortality, doesn't it?" Sean retorted.

"I know the situation in the hospital, the condition of the soldiers is so bad that we can barely keep them alive, and Dean Gay told me that their death is only a matter of time. ”

Sean said, "What if I promised that in a month, at least six of them would be alive again? That's 500 soldiers, oh, maybe the officers, some of whom might be sitting in your place twenty years from now, calling the shots, and a simple decision could have killed many." ”

Schmidt was clearly a man who was unwilling to control his emotions, and he heard the sarcasm in Sean's words:

"And you want to sit in my place too?"

"Who's to say I won't?" Sean was not to be outdone, "but at least I won't neglect the lives of any soldier." Of course, in the heat of the battlefield, our military doctors must make difficult trade-offs, let one live, or let one die. The military doctor does not save the mortal, but if possible, he should do his best to save anyone who might live, instead of standing on the sidelines and watching from the sidelines!"

Schmidt put his arms on the table, he was extremely tall, and even in this posture, he could look at Sean from a downward state:

"You say you can guarantee at least 60 percent of the soldiers a new life?"

"Yes, General. Sean nodded.

"Very well, but I don't have any supplies for you! I will allow you to visit every munitions warehouse, and take whatever you like. Schmidt played a scoundrel.

"The Genoese Civil Defence has just made a contribution of $200,000 to the Crown Prince, and I think the cheques are still in Lieutenant Franck's pocket. Sean said, "If the general dares to use this money, I can ask the Genoese merchants to provide supplies, pay the money with one hand, and deliver the goods with the other, and their trade routes are basically unimpeded now." ”

"Haha......" Schmidt laughed, "did you think about it?"

"No, I just thought of it. Sean told the truth.

"Then I'll compromise and I'll only pay after the fact, because I want to see if the results you promised are fulfilled or not. Schmidt played a trick. Sean said:

"Then let the crown prince bear witness on behalf of Lieutenant Frank, the cheque is on him anyway. ”

"Viscount, can't you trust me?" Schmidt's face was not very good.

"No, no, a businessman told me that he only paid for contracts. I think this is very useful in the current situation, and besides, I didn't have to get involved in it, so what does the death of those soldiers have to do with me?" Sean said, "but now it is different, General Schmidt has a merciful heart, and he does not hesitate to withhold the crown prince's funds just to save the lives of ordinary soldiers, which is a very noble act." The Genoese merchants also received money and prospered the battered economy, so they also had to pay more taxes to the empire. ”

General Schmidt raised his head, looked at the man with his chin, and said:

"Viscount, no, Sean, I would have shot a hundred times for a guy like you. ”

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