Murong Fu's small memories of the war are mostly from the film and television dramas and documentaries of his previous life, and due to the extensive use of thermal weapons and the consideration of the audience's ability to bear it, all the war scenes and documents are handled as gently and easily accepted as possible - at least, to ensure the integrity of the corpse to the greatest extent. And the first battle of Yinzhou made Murong Fuzhen truly see the cruelty of war in the cold weapon era.

On the seventh day of October, he raised an army of 100,000 and set out for Yinzhou; On the ninth day of the first month, he set up camp ten miles outside the city of Yinzhou; At the beginning of the tenth month, the battle began. At three o'clock, Murong Fu's wounded barracks was already crowded with the wounded who were groaning/wailing. The wounded soldiers who were carried off the battlefield almost all had severed arms and limbs in strange shapes, like alien creatures, and it was difficult to accept that they were once able-bodied human beings. Due to the lack of blood transfusion tools, let alone the skill of renewing the broken arm, in the face of such a seriously injured person, often the only thing Murong Fu could do was to increase the dose of Caowu and Mandala, so that they could die without pain in their sleep. Three days passed, and Murong Fu made a simple statistic. One out of every ten wounded carried from the battlefield died at his hands, so much so that he always had a vague feeling that he was not in a field hospital, but a slaughterhouse. As for those who were killed on the battlefield, and died halfway back to the wounded barracks, it is even more impossible to count.

On October 12, the city of Yinzhou was broken. Murong Fu was even more busy, so much so that Deng Baichuan had to put down his ambulance work and make a special trip to chase after Murong Fu, and feed some water to the prince who had not closed his eyes and had not eaten for a few days. However, even if Murong Fu went all out to forget to sleep and eat, there was still very little he could do. Cleaning up broken bones and flesh, disinfecting wounds with salt water, suturing them with needles and threads, and finally bandaging them with medicine, countless soldiers were left with lifelong disabilities, and whether they survived depends on whether they can survive the postoperative infection period.

This is war, a war that turns people into monsters and ghosts.

On October 14, he quickly completed the handover of the city of Yinzhou and ordered all the soldiers to be stationed in Yinzhou. The military order is like a mountain, and in the face of such a situation, Murong Fu had to ask to see the cultivator in person. As the commander of the first army, the war is urgent, and it is naturally not something that Murong Fu can see if he wants to see it. Murong Fu was also simply, as soon as he heard that he was discussing the war with several generals, he said to the soldiers guarding the door: "That is the case, the students will come back later, there are still a lot of things in the wounded barracks." As he spoke, he broke his sleeve and was about to leave.

Murong Fu was so in a hurry, the pro-soldier suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, and hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Murong Gongzi, in this world, there are only subordinates and superiors, how can there be a reason for superiors and subordinates?" Don't be in a hurry, take a break for some tea. "He saw that Murong Fu had been working hard to treat the wounded in the past few days, his eyes were red, and his face was haggard, and he was grateful for Murong Fu's benevolence and righteousness, so he reminded him a few words." After a brief agreement on the plan, the small one will be reported to you immediately. As soon as the pro-soldier's voice fell, an auxiliary soldier brought tea and put it on the coffee table beside him. He recovered Yinzhou, and the Yinzhou Mansion temporarily served as his main account. At this time, Murong Fu was waiting in the outer hall, after all, there was a tile roof, but the conditions were much better than Mizhi's.

Murong Fu naturally understands this point of human affection, but no matter in his past life or present life, he is usually the one who is waited, and the thousands of things in the wounded barracks make his head as big as a fight, and it is inevitable that he will not take good care of the subsection. With the mention of the pro-soldier, he immediately followed the good flow. I saw Murong Fu slam himself into the chair, picked up the tea bowl and drank it all, his posture was as straight as a whale sucking a cow, and there was no more gentleness and elegance of a scholar.

I don't know how long it took, Murong Fu propped up his forehead and fell asleep. The soldier was worried about whether he should wake people up, but he heard a "squeak" when the door of the planter's room opened. Murong Fu, who was originally asleep and didn't know what night it was, stood up suddenly, wiped his face and said to himself: "Come out?" "I'm going to go inside as I speak.

Seeing this, the soldiers hurriedly grabbed him, and said helplessly: "Murong Gongzi, Rong Xiao's report!" With that, he turned around and walked into the house.

With this personal soldier interrupting slightly, Qiao Feng, who also came out of the house, had already noticed Murong Fu, so he stepped forward and asked, "Why is Brother Murong Xian here?" ”

"The condition of the wounded barracks is terrible," Murong Fu quickly repeated the words he had repeated countless times in his mind, "I need more doctors and medicines." ”

What responded to him was only Qiao Feng's wry smile. "Our army will attack Anding Fort in two days!"

"What?" Murong Fu looked at Qiao Feng in disbelief.

Before he could ask in detail, the pro-soldier who was the messenger had already said loudly: "After a slight order, summon Murong Fu." ”

Murong Fu perked up and hurriedly threw Qiao Feng off and walked in.

In the inner hall, the armor was facing away from the door, looking at the map hanging on the wall. Hearing Murong Fu's salute, he didn't look back, but said in a deep voice: "Murong Fu, your merits in the wounded barracks are known to the generals. When the war is over, Ben will play it with his own book and ask for credit for you. Our army has agreed to attack Anding Fort in two days, and you will be ordered to sort out the light and serious wounded within two days, and all the lightly wounded will be included in the army. ”

Murong Fu was silent for a while, and said after a while: "Jingluo, the wounded barracks can't be moved now, please arrange a battalion of people to protect the wounded barracks." In addition, more doctors and medicines are needed in the wounded barracks, otherwise the mortality rate will still increase. ”

It was only at this time that Chong Fu Fang turned around, looked at Murong Fu with a surprised expression, and said slowly: "You didn't understand what the general just said?" ”

"Understood." Murong Fu didn't blink, "There are no lightly wounded in the wounded barracks." Everyone needs a break, and two days is not enough! ”

Hearing this, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, and the cold glow that burst out from his eyes was terrifying. "I heard that Master Su was stubborn and outspoken, and sure enough, if there is a teacher, there must be an apprentice! Murong Fu, you are a literati and don't know what war is. In the wounded barracks, the mortality rate is high only when they are dead, and those who can stand up are only slightly injured! ”

"You are tyrannical! Fascist! Murong Fu couldn't help but roar loudly, "Seed, do you dare to go to the wounded barracks to take a look?" Do you dare? ”

He didn't understand what "fascist" was, but he understood the word "tyrannical." He was also impatient to spend more time with pedantic literati like Murong Fu, so he only waved his hand to the soldiers who rushed into the inner hall with a gloomy face. "Murong Fu, do what you want! If you don't obey, there will be many people in this army in your place! "Talent is rare, if it weren't for the mortality rate within one percent, Chong Ge would have ordered this Murong Fu who dared to yell at him by name and surname to be dragged out and cut down.

The two pro-soldiers had followed him for many years and knew his temper well, and when they saw Murong Fu getting out of danger, they hurriedly stepped forward and retreated with him.

That night, the entire battalion of wounded soldiers was settled in Yinzhou City. Due to the lack of necessary care for the large number of wounded, this move undoubtedly hastened their deaths. Murong Fu stayed in the wounded barracks and worked tirelessly to examine the bodies of these wounded, and re-stitched and bandaged the ruptured wounds caused by the movement, so tired that he could barely straighten his waist. While he was busy, a wounded man of his age suddenly came to his senses. His left leg was broken at the knee, and he developed a fever due to an infection, and he had been unconscious until then. When he opened his eyes, he saw the unkempt Murong Fu threading a needle into his left leg, and he called softly: "Murong Gongzi......"

"Someone! Hold him down! Don't let him move! Murong Fu shouted reflexively. Without anesthetics, the pain of a needle thread passing through the flesh is enough to drive a normal person insane.

Two auxiliaries pounced on him and pinned him firmly to the bed.

The wounded man did not howl and resist, but reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a trance smile. "Murong Gongzi, I can't do it, I want to talk to you......"

Murong Fu stopped what he was doing and looked up at the wounded, and then he handed the needle and thread in his hand to the auxiliary soldier beside him, and he came to his bedside, picked up his upper body and pillowed it in his arms, and whispered: "I will listen to whatever you want to say." If you have anything to tell your family, I'll write a letter for you. ”

"There's no one left at home," the wounded man shook his head with difficulty, licking his dry lips. "Okay...... Save them from being sad. Murong Gongzi, I always have ...... in my heart Did Tang Seng later find out that the white bone spirit was a monster, and Sun Dasheng was wronged? ”

Murong Fu's eyes were hot, and he said softly: "But it was said that after Sun Dasheng left, the three Tang monks and apprentices came to the Treasure Elephant Kingdom. There is a famous yellow-robed monster in the treasure elephant country who has strong mana and arrested Tang Seng, and there is a pheasant essence next to the yellow-robed monster who was originally a subordinate of the white bone spirit. Seeing that Tang Seng was unwilling to be happy with her, the pheasant spirit sneered at Tang Seng and told the whole story of how the white bone spirit changed to deceive Tang Seng, and Tang Seng was remorseful when he learned the truth. Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng are not opponents of the yellow-robed monster, Zhu Bajie got the reminder of Bailongma, and rushed to Huaguo Mountain to ask Sun Dasheng to come back to help......" Before Murong Fu finished speaking, the wounded man had slowly stopped breathing in his arms, and the corners of his mouth still had a hint of relief and comfort.

Murong Fu didn't say anything, and it took a long time before he let out a long breath. He had seen so many deaths over the course of time that he was numb to the pain he had.

Seeing this, the two auxiliaries hurriedly stepped forward, carefully moved the body of the wounded man out of Murong Fu's arms, and persuaded him: "Murong Gongzi, people can't be resurrected after death......

Murong Fu shook his head in distraction and muttered incoherently, "It shouldn't be like this...... It shouldn't be like this...... If I had chosen to study medicine back then...... If I know how to make a blood test strip...... If only I could have arrived earlier...... If, what if......" He struggled to hold his head, unable to speak.

When the sky was light, the three of them, Seed Master Dao, Qiao Feng, and Jiang Changyun, came to visit Murong Fu in the wounded barracks. It was a busy night in the wounded barracks, and at this time everyone was resting, only Murong Fu was guarding the fire to keep warm in the company of Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian. Qiao Feng didn't talk nonsense when he saw him, and directly handed over a jar of wine. "Wine can warm up, although it's not your 'Dongpo wine', but drink a little."

Murong Fu shook his head and said in a low voice: "In the barracks, it is strictly forbidden to drink alcohol. ”

Qiao Feng turned his head to look at the Seed Master Dao, but the Seed Master Dao smiled and blindfolded his eyes with his hands, indicating that he didn't know anything.

Murong Fu stretched out his hand to take the wine jar, thought about it, and still put it aside. "You can't drink it, your hands will be unsteady if you drink it." However, even if he didn't drink a drop of wine, he was already so tired that he didn't even have the strength to hold the wine jar, and his arms kept shaking.

Seeing this, Jiang Changyun's eyes couldn't help but turn red, and he couldn't help but cry, so he had to snatch the wine jar and say roughly: "If you don't drink, I'll drink!" "After that, pat the mud and drink with your head up.

Seed Master Dao sighed lightly, and said quietly: "Murong Gongzi, I am from a Xingwu family, and I can be regarded as well-informed. There are some things you don't know, I know. The so-called generals will inevitably die in battle, and once they enter this wounded barracks, life and death depend only on the destiny of heaven. Those who are seriously wounded, even if they survive today, may not survive tomorrow. This battlefield is very chaotic, even if we don't send troops, it is difficult to guarantee that no one will sneak attack, who can take care of them every day? In the past, when troops were dispatched, two out of three wounded died was not much, but now only one out of ten people died. Murong Gongzi, you have accumulated great virtue, and the rest, leave it to fate! ”

Murong Fu only smiled bitterly when he heard this. "I understand the truth, but it's just ......"

"Murong Gongzi, you are a weak scholar who should not come to this kind of place! You are so soft-hearted, even if you save 9,999, as long as one of them is not saved, you will still be upset! But on the battlefield, how can there be immortals? Jiang Changyun couldn't help but sigh. is also in the wounded barracks, those doctors have nothing to do with their sleep, only Murong Fu is so worried that he can't eat or sleep, and any one of them dies as if his father has died.

“…… The weak scholar ...... "Murong Fu repeated it unconsciously. He was really tired, his brain was wooden, he only knew that Jiang Changyun was wrong, but he still couldn't think of a rebuttal.

Qiao Feng always remembered that Murong Fu was brought by him, and he had an incense for him, and at this time he also opened his mouth to persuade: "Brother Murong Xian, people have to look forward." After fighting Andingbao, we will also fight Xiazhou; After fighting Xiazhou, there is also Shibao City; This battle will be fought all the way to Yokoyama, and we have no choice, and you will have no choice either. Save as many people as possible and maintain as much combat power as possible for the Song army, and the rest can no longer be taken care of. ”

Unexpectedly, when his voice fell, Murong Fu's eyes suddenly flickered slightly, and he laughed twice in a low voice, and said ominously: "I see...... The essence of the scriptures is not the land of Western Xia at all, but the life of the Song army in exchange for the life of the Xia army...... I thought that he attached great importance to the wounded soldier camp and asked me to write the military order, but it turned out that it was just a coaxing ...... for me, "Chong Ge captured Mizhi Village and immediately set up troops to attack Yinzhou, which made Murong Fu feel anxious, and now I heard Qiao Feng introduce Chong Ge's next battle plan, and I fought all the way this way, and I didn't plan to stop resting and consolidating my position. Murong Fu had already guessed that the goal of the cultivator was to wipe out the living force of the Xia army to the greatest extent, rather than caring about the gains and losses of a land of that size.

But it was a kind of master who was shocked to see that Murong Fu could still use such a mind, there are not many scholars with such knowledge, and it would be a pity to put it in the wounded barracks. just thought of Murong Fu's fiery temper of pointing at his uncle and scolding, and recommending him to be a strategist for his uncle would undoubtedly harm his life.

Murong Fu's ability to see the subtle knowledge Qiao Feng was indifferent, and persuaded again: "I heard that you haven't closed your eyes for a few days, so let's go and rest first." Two days later, there is still a tough battle to be fought. ”

Murong Fu nodded silently, and made up his mind in his heart.