Wei Ci hesitated, even though he knew that Old Man Sun Wen's plan was feasible, but there were too many variables in it.

Throughout the ages, how many false retreats have become real collapses because of changes?

The soldiers do not know the plans of the superiors, they only know that they are beaten by the enemy and run away, which will inevitably affect the overall morale.

Morale is something you can't see or touch, but it's too useful on the battlefield.

The morale is high, and the rookie can run all over the ground with the elite; the morale is low, and no matter how good the elite is, it can't kill the enemy's grass platform team.

Wei Ci was not against Old Man Sun Wen's plan, he just wanted to reduce the negative impact of the retreat as much as possible.

Seeing this, Qi Guanrang chose a compromise solution.

"Let the commander resist here for a while, and the two of you will go to Erdao City to prepare for the enemy. "If you retreat temporarily, the soldiers will think that they are invincible to the Nie army." The impact of an evacuation should be minimized if arrangements are made in advance. ”

Of course, Wei Ci couldn't agree, leaving the officer to let one person command, even if there were several generals to help, he couldn't take care of the entire battle situation alone.

At this time, it is already stretched, and if Wei Ci and Sun Wen leave again, the pressure on Qi Guanrang will be quite great.

Qi Guanrang shook his head and said, "Without further ado, you go and prepare as soon as possible." Looking at this situation, the city gate can hold out for a quarter of an hour. ”

Wei Ci and Old Man Sun Wen glanced at each other and did not continue to object.

This is not the time to waste time, and a delay of a little longer will cost countless lives.

"Someone—" The officer darkened his eyes a little, and called the soldiers, "Send someone to stack the extra stones in the city cave immediately!"

The enemy is attacking fiercely, even if the soldiers in the city have tried their best to shoot the enemy soldiers carrying the siege wood, but after killing a batch and making up for it, the enemy army will cover as much as possible. When dozens of people carried siege trees and hit the city gate, the officials could feel the ground trembling slightly under their feet. Although the main materials of the city gate were heavy solid wood, bronze and iron, they could not withstand such violence.

Since the city gate will be broken sooner or later, it is better to seize the time to block the enemy.

"Strategist, if you block the city gates—"

The general looked hesitant, he was one of the people who knew that his lord would lead his troops out to attack the enemy at night.

If you block the hole in the city, you will not only hinder the enemy, but also hinder the return of your own lord.

The officer said indifferently, "You only need to obey the military order instead of questioning before the battle, and I know what to do." ”

The general clenched his fists violently and said, "No, the last general will obey the order!"

After saying that, he immediately set out some stones to block the cave in the city, and blocked it tightly. The city cave was blocked, even if the enemy kept hitting and breaking the city gate with siege wood, it would not be easy for them to rush into Zhanjiang Pass, calculate ...... There should be a little more delay.

"Why did the two military advisors come back?

Feng Yi was arranging for the soldiers to send the city defense equipment to the front line, and Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Wei Ci and the others hurrying over, and his heart chuckled.

Wei Ci raised his hand to stop Feng Yi's words, and said briefly, "The front gate has not been lost yet. ”

Feng Yi's eyes were full of worry, even from such a distance, he could hear a movement on the other side of the city. Always on the lookout, but what he can do is limited, he can only try his best to do what he can, busy while enriching himself and learning from experience.

Sun Wen asked, "What about Lan Lan?"

Feng Yi said, "There are too many wounded soldiers sent from the front line, and it is inevitable that there will be chaos, so Sun Lan helped to command the transfer of wounded soldiers and send them to the wounded barracks safely." ”

The two armies fought, and the number of soldiers who died on the spot was not large, and the vast majority of soldiers died because they did not receive timely treatment.

Jiang Pengji knows this, so she naturally has to take measures to reduce the mortality rate.

To this end, she also set up a combat medical battalion dedicated. The soldiers of this battalion not only have to learn a certain amount of first-aid knowledge, but also need to learn combat skills from ordinary soldiers, and their duty is to transfer wounded soldiers who have lost their combat strength but have not died on the front line.

Medical knowledge does not need to be better than that of the wounded barracks medics, but it is necessary to know how to minimize secondary injuries when transferring wounded soldiers.

You don't have to be better than your combat troops, but you have to learn how to defend yourself.

The soldiers of this battalion are basically somewhere between the logistical medical unit and the front-line combat unit.

Although they are more than inferior than the above, their role is not weaker than the two, and in a sense it is more important.

The number of wounded soldiers on the front line increased, and the order was disrupted when they were transferred, so Sun Lan took the initiative to ask for help.

When Sun Wen heard this, he was relieved and a little melancholy at the same time.

He is also a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, so he naturally knows what the logistics wounded barracks is, and it looks like it is in the rear, but the scene is no less than hell on earth. Sun Lan hadn't even seen a chicken kill in the past, but she suddenly went to see those, and she didn't know if she could bear it.

Old man Sun Wen values his grandson too much, so he subconsciously treats Sun Lan as a child, but he doesn't know that his grandson has already grown up.

War is the most tempering thing.

Sun Lan was helping to command and dispatch at first, but later seeing that there were not enough people, he also helped carry stretchers and carry wounded soldiers, going back and forth dozens or hundreds of times, the clothes on his shoulders were worn out by hemp rope, and the skin and flesh of his shoulders and palms were ground out of blood blisters. The original clean clothes were also stained red by the blood of the wounded soldiers, and he looked like a bloody man from a distance, with a little more fortitude between his eyebrows, where could he still see the appearance of the past?

He happened to hear the news that the front line seemed to be withdrawing its troops and retreating, and suddenly it was like a lightning strike, as if his soul was about to leave his body.

Grandpa Sun Wen is on the front line, how is his old man now?

"Grandpa......"

Sun Lan looked at the flames burning on the horizon, and her heart almost clenched.

However, he didn't have time to inquire about his grandfather now, so he could only grit his teeth and suppress all his worries.

The huge wounded barracks were full of wounded soldiers, some of whom were lucky enough to mix a stretcher or straw mat, while more soldiers could only lie on the ground, and the less injured leaned against each other to reduce the footprint. Because the female soldiers and military doctors are short of manpower, and the medical baggage is also somewhat stretched, many soldiers only have time to hastily clean their wounds, stitch them, and bandage them, and the rest is left to their fate. It seems to be a crude medical treatment, but it is very comprehensive for this era. On the whole, the mortality rate of the soldiers under Jiang Pengji's account was also the lowest in the same period.

Listening to the wails of the wounded soldiers in her ears, Sun Lan took a deep breath and suddenly had an unprecedented impulse.

However, he quickly threw the thought out of his mind.

His grandfather has high hopes for him, and most of them will not allow him to study medicine as a langzhong, and Sun Lan does not feel that he is that material. No matter how good his medical skills are, the patients that Lang Zhong can treat in his life are limited, so it is better to work hard to become a local parent official in the future and ask for his life for the benefit of the people.

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