After dawn, Murong Fu gathered the auxiliaries who were responsible for caring for the wounded in the wounded barracks for a meeting. As soon as the war began, everyone in the wounded barracks was busy keeping their feet on the ground. Murong Fu, as the head of this wounded barracks, except for a few rules when he first came, he always worked in front and rested in the back at other times. Now that they suddenly heard that he was going to hold a meeting, everyone was quite curious, not only the auxiliaries had arrived, but even a few doctors had squeezed out their break time to come to observe, and for a time the small earthen house that was temporarily used as a conference room was full.

Everyone saw Murong Fu standing behind a bookcase, and there were many strips of cloth with red crosses painted on the bookcase, but one of them was tied to Murong Fu's left arm. The arms are tied with a white cloth, which is the only situation that can be found during mourning. It's just that even if you mourn, you won't draw a red cross on the strip of cloth. Everyone was secretly surprised that they didn't know which one Murong Fu was making trouble, Murong Fu stretched out his hand and slightly suppressed the noisy conversation in the room, and raised his voice: "Calling everyone here today is something to announce." Please be quiet and listen to the next word. ”

As soon as Murong Fu's voice fell, there was silence in the earthen house. It turned out that these auxiliaries were one level lower than the forbidden army in the Xiang Army, and they were in the wounded barracks and had no medical skills, so most of the dirty work they did on weekdays was cleaning bandages and carrying corpses. Although they are called auxiliaries, they are no different from hard labor, not only are they looked down upon, but they are also beaten and scolded if they run into a short-tempered wounded soldier. Only Murong Fu was willing to carefully teach them to distinguish between simple medicine and various nursing techniques, and trained them from hard labor to qualified nurses. Although the work is much heavier as a result, the status of the wounded barracks has also changed dramatically. They thanked Murong Fu for letting them live like themselves, and they always obeyed Murong Fu's words.

"It has been decided to conquer Anding Fort in one day, and we will be among the soldiers who will go on the expedition. The Fort of Anding is condescending and the terrain is dangerous, and our wounded battalion is probably quite far from the battlefield. ”

As soon as Murong Fu said this, a little joy appeared on the faces of many auxiliary soldiers. There is nothing to do about going out with the army, although there is a pension for the auxiliary soldiers who die in battle, but in the end it is better not to die without dying. The farther the wounded soldier battalion is farther away from the battlefield, the less likely it is to have an accident.

Unbeknownst to him, this joy had not yet spread, and Murong Fu had already said again: "Everyone knows that it is this hour to treat the wounded, and the difference between one step earlier and one step later is a human life." I decided to form a battlefield ambulance team and go to the battlefield to rush to the battlefield to rescue the wounded. Our soldiers are heroic when they go into battle, and we are as unwilling to be left behind as the injured barracks! Speaking of this, he slowly glanced at the full hall of auxiliaries. Of course, the sword has no eyes on the battlefield. It's not a desperate job for everyone to do, and it's difficult for a strong man to go to the battlefield if I want you to go to the battlefield. Therefore, whether or not to join this ambulance team is only voluntary and never reluctant. As he spoke, he picked up a strip of cloth with a red cross on it and held it up to the crowd. If anyone volunteered, he would tie this strip of cloth to his arm, so that he could easily identify it on the battlefield. ”

There was an unbearable silence.

In the midst of this silence, Deng Baichuan took the lead in stepping forward, looked at Murong Fu, and called out with an extremely complicated expression: "Son, Master......" Murong Fu only instructed him to make some strips of cloth with red crosses, but he didn't say a word about the use of sending them, thinking that he was afraid that he would stop him. Murong Fu wants to go to the battlefield to save people, which is absolutely inconsistent with their original purpose. It's just that Deng Baichuan stayed in the wounded barracks for many days, empathized with the pain of these wounded, and admired their bravery from the bottom of his heart, and he really couldn't say words of persuasion. After a while, he let out a long sigh and stretched out his hand to pull out the strip of cloth from Murong Fu's fingers. "Water comes and goes, Deng Baichuan will always follow Gongye!" With that, he lowered his head and tied the strip of cloth to his left arm.

Murong Fu looked at Deng Baichuan, and his thoughts were surging, but he didn't say a word. Although Deng Baichuan is roundabout but loyal, if he can have this heart, Murong Fu naturally wants to keep him rich and safe. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, and casually pulled out another strip of cloth and handed it to Gong Yeqian, who was watching. "Second brother Gongye, our brothers have also seen this battlefield!" If it is said that for Deng Baichuan, Murong relapsed and wanted to keep him rich and glorious from the bottom of his heart; So for Gongye Qian, Murong Fu thought from the bottom of his heart that he died unexpectedly on the battlefield.

Gongye Qian completely disagreed with Murong Fu's approach, so much so that his face has been dark until now. But at this time, Murong Fudu had already handed the strip of cloth to his eyes, and Gongye Qian didn't want to be underestimated, so he had no choice but to take it and tie it silently on his left arm.

Murong Fu's gaze turned back to the hall again, and he raised his voice to ask, "Is there anyone else willing to go to the battlefield to save people?" ”

This time, the silence was replaced by the sound of whispering one after another. A moment later, an auxiliary soldier in a coarse cloth jacket squeezed out of the crowd.

"Hey! Monkey! It's a monkey! Someone in the crowd laughed and shouted, "Monkey, what are you making a fuss about?" Even the corpse capital can't be moved! ”

Of course, there are also people who persuade him. "Monkey, you have to think clearly! The sword has no eyes, and it is unjust to die! ”

People say that there is only the wrong name and no wrong nickname, this auxiliary soldier looks thin and small sharp-beaked monkey gills, and the nickname "monkey" is indeed expressive.

But the auxiliary, known as "Monkey", turned his head when he heard the sound and corrected the crowd earnestly. "I'm not called a monkey, my name is Zhang Eryong!" I saw him striding in front of Murong Fu, and said loudly with red eyes: "Murong Gongzi, if it weren't for Gongzi's dislike of teaching the little ones to take care of them, the little ones wouldn't be able to eat well in the wounded barracks." Nowadays, although the small one can't lift the corpse, the small one can be disinfected, stitched, and dressed, and the small one is not afraid of death, and is willing to go to the battlefield with the son to save people! With that, he reached out and pulled out a strip of cloth on the table.

"Good man!" Murong Fu patted him on the shoulder hard, took the strip of cloth and tied it for him personally.

Seeing this skinny Zhang Eryong standing proudly beside Murong Fu, there was a sudden uproar in the crowd. After a while, a young doctor who was standing in the corner of the wall stepped forward and asked politely: "I am a doctor, I can do more than the auxiliaries, can I go?" ”

This doctor Murong Fu knows, Zheng Wei is a husband, and his family has passed on his medical skills for three generations, and he is the only seedling in his generation. This time, he was not among the conscripts, but because of his exquisite bone grafting skills, he still came. Murong Fu had a good relationship with him, and this time he had never planned to ask the powerless doctor to go to that treacherous place, so he persuaded: "Husband, the doctor should stay in the rear to be more effective, and I will find a way to carry the seriously injured back." ”

"I'm afraid it's too late for you to carry it back!" Zheng Wei said, "I'm young and can run!" With that, he took a strip of cloth and tied it around his left arm.

Zhang Eryong and Zheng Wei took the lead, and the crowd was excited. When the doctor was confident that the scholar should understand the righteousness, the auxiliary soldiers felt that every time they slaughtered more dogs, dozens of people ran out to join the team in a few moments. Only then did Murong Fu put his mind at ease, and selected 21 auxiliary soldiers and doctors who were young and strong, agile, and had solid nursing knowledge to form the first battlefield ambulance team in the history of the Great Song Dynasty.

On October 15, the Battle of Andingburg officially began.

Twenty-four ambulance team members led by Murong Fu wore armor and wore red cross cloth strips on their arms and ran around the battlefield. The lightly wounded soldiers were simply bandaged with the first-aid kits they carried, while the seriously wounded were carried back to the wounded barracks on stretchers after a simple hemostatic treatment. With Murong Fu's enthusiastic agitation, the doctors of the entire wounded barracks unanimously decided to set the wounded barracks at the front of the position to reduce the time it takes for the wounded to be sent back to the wounded barracks.

Naturally, he will not refuse the doctor's request, for the sake of the overall situation, he wants more

On October 17, the Yan army broke through Anding Fort and won a large number of people. 20. Regain Weizhou. On the twenty-second, Pu Taoshan defeated the Xia army. Twenty-five, the army conquered Xiazhou.

The battlefield ambulance team formed in the Yan Yan army only survived for three days, and it seemed to have disappeared completely. Since the first ambulance team member was killed by a cold arrow on the battlefield, all the doctors and auxiliaries in the wounded barracks spontaneously brought the Red Cross, but whenever they saw that the stretcher was empty, some people rushed to carry the stretcher to the battlefield to search for the wounded soldiers. A banner hung in the camp for the wounded: "Human life is the most important, and there are precious gold." ”。 If this was Murong Fu's idea, it was just another boring plagiarism, but it was the elderly doctors who came up with it themselves. This makes people have to admire that some things in the bones of this nation will never fade for thousands of years. It is precisely because of these things that Huaxia was finally created.

Murong Fu is still running around on the front line of the battlefield with the Red Cross in his arms, and in the past ten days, he has eaten the least, slept the least, and worked the most. The days of hard work had made him almost out of shape, his eyes were sunken and his cheekbones were protruding, the silver armor was on his body as if it were covering a skeleton, and the only striking thing was the bright red cross on his arm, which was like the blood of the soldiers.

The battle of Xiazhou was very difficult. Xiazhou is the birthplace of the Western Xia regime, and in the face of this military town with thick walls and easy to defend and difficult to attack, the entire Yan army feels quite tricky. On the third day of the siege, the huge boulders and dense feathered arrows that kept popping up from the top of the city made it almost impossible for the Song army to rush within a hundred steps of the city walls. And the iron harrier of the Xia army is even more remarkable, and the seed is broken by the iron harrier several times. Knowing that there could be no delay, the Song cavalry and infantry cooperated to defend against the Iron Harrier, and the heavy infantry wings charged the car and crashed open the city gate. The Song Dynasty was congenitally deficient, and the three major horse sources were all in the hands of the enemy. In view of this, the heavy infantry was vigorously developed to compensate for the lack of defense. On the battlefield, the heavy infantry has always been the only way to deal with the enemy's heavy cavalry, and now the heavy infantry has been transferred away, and before crashing through the city gate, the Song army is obviously going to be pressed and beaten by the iron harriers of the Xia army. A big battle was fought to this point, undoubtedly to pave the way into the city with the lives of the soldiers.

Murong Fu saw that the positions of the Song army's infantry had been torn apart by the iron harriers several times, and soldiers in the ranks kept falling, and the boulders that kept flying down smashed several heavily armored soldiers into a puddle of minced meat. Murong Fu couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed to the front of the seed and persuaded bitterly: "Seed the scripture, let's retreat first!" Xia Zhou can't beat it for a while, we can think of other ways! ”

"Ci is not in charge of the soldiers!" He said coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a soldier next to him stepped forward to stop Murong Fu.

"Plant!" Murong trembled with anger and roared loudly. "The soldiers have entrusted their lives to you, and you are so reckless that you are willing to gamble with their lives! Are you worthy of them? You ......" Before he could finish speaking, he was thrown out of the main tent.

A personal soldier drew his sword out of the sheath, coerced Murong Fu, and said viciously: "Murong Gongzi, if you disturb the army's heart again, you must blame me!" ”

"Childe!" Gong Yeqian hurriedly stepped forward to help him and whispered in his ear. "The seed self-destructs the Great Wall, and the prince has done his best!"

Murong Fu was silent, took a deep breath, and slammed his fist on the ground. I saw that he casually snatched the first-aid kit on Gongyeqian's body, and rushed out alone chasing the siege team.

In the past few days, although Murong Fu has organized auxiliary troops to go to the battlefield to rescue the wounded, most of his activities are only in the rear of the battlefield, and the danger factor is relatively low. Now seeing Murong Fu, who was wearing thin armor, entering the range of the Xia army's trebuchet, and was contemplatively observing the infantry and the iron harrier looking for the fighter, he couldn't help but shout, and he casually led a war horse and was about to step forward to stop it.

How do you know, Qiao Feng suddenly strode forward and snatched the reins from the hand of the seed master, and said in a deep voice: "You are the commander of the cavalry, don't act rashly." I got it! With that, he turned over his horse and ran towards Murong Fu.

At this time, Murong Fu had already snatched a wounded person out of the dense feather arrows like flying locusts, and when he saw Qiao Feng catching up quickly, he didn't talk much nonsense, and directly helped the person onto the horse.

Qiao Feng grabbed the wounded soldier with one hand, pulled the reins with the other, and said to Murong Fu: "Be careful!" ”

Murong Fu nodded, then turned his head and rushed forward. I saw that he walked calmly, his posture was elegant, and he opened a few feet away from Qiao Feng in just a few breaths.

Seeing that the stones and feather arrows flying from the city had all grazed Murong Fu's side, without hurting him in the slightest, the Seed Master Dao couldn't help but muttered in a puzzled voice, "How can this kid be more flexible than a fish?" But this time, the planter's voice fell, but no one responded. All the soldiers only looked at Murong Fu in silence, watching him rescue people from the pile of dead.

As he spoke, Murong Fu pulled out a pant from the pile of dead people, and just after doing a simple bandage, Qiao Feng quickly turned back again. This time, along with Qiao Feng, there was also Deng Baichuan. With Deng Baichuan's help, Murong Fu's search for the surviving soldiers was much faster. Two of the three rescued and one was delivered, and five lives were quickly fished out of this killing field.

This sixth soldier was dragged out by Deng Baichuan after prying open a boulder. His left calf had been crushed to the ground, and the massive blood loss had made him pale and sweating. Murong Fu quickly pulled out a roll of bandages from his first aid kit, tore open his trouser legs casually, and tied the bandages tightly above his knees.

The pain when the salt water touched the wound made the soldier howl in pain, and Murong Fu had no doubt that if Deng Baichuan hadn't stopped him in time, the soldier would probably have hit his head in pain. For the amputation technology of this era, Murong Fu didn't have the slightest hope at all, but he still comforted the soldier softly: "It's almost ready!" It's just a small injury, and you can't die! ”

The soldier smiled bitterly, and suddenly said with great difficulty: "Murong Gongzi, you said the same last time...... I lay down for three days! This time, I felt ...... It feels like it's getting worse......"

Murong Fu didn't raise his head, and quickly sprinkled the medicine powder to stop bleeding on his legs. "Since I saved you, believe me. If I can save you once, I can save you a second time! ”

"Murong Gongzi...... Last time, thank you for blocking the arrow for me...... Be careful! The soldier was halfway through his words, but out of nowhere, a huge force was born, and the whole person sat up from the ground, knocking Murong Fu out with one arm.

Murong Fu, who was disgraced and dusty, only heard a crisp sound of "click" in his ears, and he hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see that a big stone was pressed on the chest of the soldier who was still talking to him dignifiedly, and it was already difficult to save the Seven Tricks Bleeding Immortal. The soldier who had never spoken to him by name looked at Murong Fu with satisfaction, squeezed out his last breath from his soft chest, and slowly closed his eyes.

Murong Fu looked at the soldier who had died in vain in amazement, and was speechless for a long time. If it weren't for this soldier's sacrifice to save him, he would have been killed by the boulder.

"Childe! Childe! Deng Baichuan, who was originally searching for the wounded from a distance, also pounced and asked repeatedly. Is the son okay? ”

Murong Fu stiffened and slowly stood up, only to see him casually pull the buckle on his waist, and the thin armor on his body fell to the ground with a "clang". Under the thin armor, Murong Fu, who was dressed in white, straightened his body, like a sword and a whip.

"Son, people can't be resurrected after death!" Deng Baichuan shouted in his ear, trying to bring back Murong Fu's sanity.

Murong Fu still didn't say a word, and pushed Deng Baichuan away. With the power of one palm, he actually pushed the tall and burly Deng Baichuan out and fell on his heels. I saw Murong Fu casually pick up a long knife on the ground, his cool gaze turned to the city wall of Xiazhou, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Me! Exercise! You! Mother! ”

A few steps forward, a knife swing. only heard a loud "bang", and a lone iron harrier was actually split in two by Murong Fu with people and horses. The corpses of the centaurs exploded in mid-air, and when Murong re-ascended, the whole person was bathed in a cloud of blood mist.

At this time, Qiao Feng also stepped forward, looked at Murong Fu and shouted worriedly: "Murong! ”

Murong Fu turned his head to look at Qiao Feng, and there was no half-affection in his cold eyes. "Qiao Feng, come with me! Capture the thief and capture the king first, grind and grind, and give birth to children? With that, he tiptoed a little and swooped towards Xiazhou City like a bird with wings spread.