By the time Song Yong walked into the cave, the seriously injured people in the tribe had actually completed the treatment at the hands of a group of pregnant women with tears in their eyes.

They completed all the treatments according to the methods taught by Brother Yong.

Those who had died on the city walls were also lined up on the side of the cave.

At this moment, there were their family members, holding small pieces of animal skins stained with hot water in their hands, and their mouths let out small weepings, while carefully cleaning the blood stains on their faces and bodies.

And a group of pregnant women, for the treatment of the seriously injured.

It is nothing more than holding one's own hands, washing the wound with hot water, and cleaning the wound with alcohol, and then using modern sewing needles and threads to stitch the wound.

Then it was coated with a hemostatic powder made mainly of Panax notoginseng powder and other Chinese herbs, and then wrapped in clean gauze.

Of course, these pregnant women did not forget.

Pinched the noses of the seriously wounded, and when they poured a little herbs for internal use, they added two colorful anti-inflammatory drugs brought by Brother Yong from the Huaxia tribe.

After all this, whether these seriously injured can survive in the end depends on their own luck.

It was also because of this that looking at the seriously injured people all over the ground in the cave, Song Yong was so distressed that he was about to tremble;

And, don't look at him in normal times, jumping on the street with a disgusted face on these guys at every turn,

Even if you can't move, you just go straight to them on the board, but after everyone has been together for so long, how can there be no emotion.

For this reason, Song Yong asked the thistle that was splashed with blood on the animal skin on his body:

"How's it going? Is the number of casualties counted now?"

When this question was asked, Song Yong realized that even his voice was hoarse, and it almost became another voice in the walking pattern.

At this time, the thistle was holding alcohol to his own man, and the kid was cleaning a wound on his shoulder.

The wound on Ara's shoulder should have been stabbed in the left shoulder by a stone spear.

Fortunately, Ara's body was wearing a shin armor of wild boar skin at that time, and after the stone spear pierced several layers of wild boar skin, the depth of the wound was not too deep.

In the modern plane, this kind of injury is a matter that must be hospitalized, and at this moment, with this kind of injury, it is only a minor injury that is not worth mentioning.

The treatment of the injured injuries on the hands of the thistle, that is, after cleaning the wounds, a handful of all-purpose hemostatic powder is added.

I didn't even plan to use a limited gauze bandage, and after two wound tapes were attached to the wound in a row, the treatment was almost the same.

After hearing this, Ji sighed, and replied like this:

"There are only so many people in the tribe, so it was quickly counted, thirty-seven were killed in direct battle, seventy-eight were seriously wounded, and it is not known that the people who were seriously injured could survive in the end. ”

According to this statement in the mouth of the thistle, the gray rabbit tribe can be said to have suffered heavy casualties this time.

What made Song Yong even more speechless was that the cause of this war was only because of something that was almost like a joke; Why, both sides didn't want to fight, so why bother.

"Brother Yong, shall I take care of your wound?"

After treating the injuries of the wild grass, Ji Caoha, holding alcohol, cotton swabs and band-aids in his hands, asked Song Yong like this.

Song Yong glanced at the alcohol and quickly shook his head.

He is very depressed now, but as the supreme leader of a tribe, he has to face many things, and there is no possibility of avoiding or avoiding them.

With this in mind, he commanded the thistle.

"Hurry up and deal with everyone's injuries as soon as possible, and I'll take them to clean up the battlefield later, if you delay for a long time in this weather, the plague will break out. ”

After explaining this sentence, Song Yong was silent for a while, and only then did he hold back a sentence from his mouth:

"After we have dealt with the injuries of our own people, we will first help the Cangyan tribe and a few other tribes to heal, if they are also treated, then it will be the turn of the tribes of the Tough Bone Tribe. ”

"In short, except for anti-inflammatory drugs, which cannot be used by those people, other hemostatic powders should not be stingy. ”

As soon as he heard this, the thistle shouted with some indignation:

"Why do we need to treat these people, and we didn't invite them to come, why should we treat them after they have caused us so many casualties?"

Song Yong smiled bitterly and gave his logistics director such a reason:

"Well, there are no winners in such a war, and for a ridiculous reason, so many people have already died, and I think there are enough dead, and it is better to save one more if you can save one." ”

After finishing speaking, Song Yong lit a cigarette and walked out of the cave alone.

Looking at the back of Brother Yong walking out of the cave, Ji opened his mouth instinctively and continued to refute something.

However, in the end, she didn't say anything, but sped up the action of treating the wound to another lightly injured person......

From about eleven o'clock in the morning to two o'clock in the morning, Song Yong has been busy non-stop, during which he has not even had time to drink a sip of broth, and he has no appetite.

The men he could use were the less than a hundred lightly wounded under his command.

There are also four small tribes such as Cang Yan, and among the remaining ninety or so people, nearly half of them are manpower, and the other half of the manpower is also arranged by Song Yong to guard the more than ten times the number of captives.

Although the number of captives was a little larger, it was enough to be guarded by more than forty people after their hands were tied.

Not to mention, when the big-bellied women of the Gray Rabbit tribe held up a big belly and used all kinds of strange techniques and medicines to start treating the wounded among the captives.

In the hearts of all the captives, the last little bit of resistance was also completely dissipated.

Song Yong didn't have many people at his disposal, but there was too much work to do; not to mention anything else! Just a simple cleanup of the battlefield took him too much time.

With so many dead people belonging to different tribes, all need to be separated according to the tribe's affiliation.

At this time, the exclusive tribal totem symbol on their arms has become their best identity tag.

All the dead, including those drawn from the moat, were cremated for a long time after they had been completely separated from their tribes.

Now the time of the primordial plane has reached the end of spring.

The weather is at its hottest and wettest during this season, and the rate at which corpses decay is even more alarming.

Just think about the plagues and lethality that can be brought about by the decomposition of corpses.

For the work of cleaning up the battlefield, Song Yong did not dare to have any delay and sloppiness.

It is precisely because of this that from 4 p.m., the flames of burning corpses in the open space outside the city walls have not stopped.

For a while, the scorching smell of burning made everyone lose their appetite.

Even many of them haven't even eaten breakfast.

Originally, in Song Yong's plan, he wanted to dig some big pits directly and bury all the corpses deeply, but based on the custom of primitive people and natives to return the ashes to the fire pit, he could only stop there......

By two o'clock in the night, the last corpse had been burned to ashes.

In order to do this, not only did the firewood from the tribe's reserves be burned clean, but even the timber that was ready to build the house was now consumed.

After finally doing all this, Song Yong sat on the city wall full of blood.

While smoking a cigarette, the cool night breeze blows alone.

At this moment, suddenly a loud cry of a woman sounded in the cave, and Song Yong knew that it was a seriously injured person who couldn't stay up and hung up.

It was the woman in his house who let out a cry of pain.

At this moment, Song Yong really didn't have anything to do except smoke silently, but in this situation, the girl who was gardenia ran out for a while, and shouted loudly:

"Brother Yong! There are a few women who are about to give birth. ”

After hearing this, Song Yong's eyes immediately lit up.

Death and rebirth will always be the primordial plane of many disasters and tribulations, the eternal theme of eternity, and the deceased is gone, but it is better to look forward.