Feng Yong brought a lot of tea in the army.

The reason is that dry food 2.0, that is, the kind of dry food mixed with flour and soybean flour fried in oil, has been greatly destroyed in vitamins, so it needs to be supplemented.

Otherwise, if you eat this dry food for a long time, all parts of the body will have different degrees of dryness.

In particular, the people of the Dark Night Camp, who often go out on missions and need tea replenishment the most.

As for other ordinary soldiers, if they eat too much dry food and need to supplement vitamins, they can only go up the mountain to pick pine needles and boil water to drink, which can also solve this problem.

After all, the output of tea is not very much, so it can only be close to the elite first.

Drinking tea at night is not conducive to sleep, but they can't stand the enthusiasm of the Qianghu monarchs, they even kill cattle and sheep, set up bonfires, and dance Hu, which is very lively.

The whole sheep was roasted until it was golden brown and crispy, and from time to time fat dripped onto the fire, causing the fire to sizzle.

The sharp knife cut through the roasted sheep, skillfully cut off the whitest and fattest sheep fat on the sheep's tail, and divided it into many parts, and the largest part was held in front of Feng Yong.

Feng Yong had stayed in the Great Northwest for so many years in his previous life, so he naturally knew the rules.

For the Hu people, this thing is the fattest thing, and only the most noble people can enjoy it.

He took a deep breath, took it, closed his eyes, and swallowed it in his mouth, not daring to chew it at all, so he swallowed it directly.

When everyone saw that Feng Yong had accepted this fat white mutton fat, they cheered loudly, and the rest of the mutton fat was distributed to the others.

Zhang Bao, who was sitting next to Feng Yong, smashed his mouth, still unsatisfied, and when he saw Feng Yong's appearance of eating, he said with regret on his face, "This is such a high-quality delicacy, you don't even know how to taste it, it's really a tyrannical thing." ”

Feng Yong was in no mood to care about him, so he turned his head and ordered, "Pour me a bowl of tea." ”

I drank a large bowl of tea in one go, which suppressed the nausea in my stomach - proving that tea does have an immediate effect on relieving greasyness.

Seeing that the golden sheep's thighs were cut off and then sprinkled with salt, Feng Yong's eyes straightened, swallowed his saliva, and secretly glanced at Liu Hun who was sitting at the end.

After a while, a voice behind Feng Yong quietly asked, "What does the general command?" ”

"Get me more of the place where it's most burnt, and don't get fat."

For Feng Yong, the most delicious roasted whole sheep is the part that is roasted and browned.

"No."

Liu Hun got the order, went straight in, took the knife from the hand of the sheep cutter, pulled a knife flower, cut it with a knife, the knife was submerged in the sheep's body, and then the knife flashed.

Before the crowd could see what was going on in his hands, the flesh and bones of a sheep were stripped of it.

Then cut a few times at will, and the lamb is cut, sprinkled with salt, and the meat is divided, all in one go.

The movements were extremely beautiful, and the crowd applauded again.

It was Feng Yong who took a share first, and he secretly poked the meat in the basin, only to see that under the golden sheepskin, there was really only a small piece of lean meat.

Feng Tu was overjoyed, grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

Fragrant! It smells so good!

It's been a long time since he's eaten such a delicious meal of meat, and Feng Yong has a great appetite.

After winning the battle, someone sent money to the door, Feng Yong was in a good mood, and after eating, he fell directly into the camp tent and slept to death.

Physically and mentally exhausted, and indulged in the middle of the night, even drinking tea couldn't stop the wave of fatigue from coming.

During this time, he felt that someone lifted the curtain to enter and leave his tent, and he did not bother to open his eyes.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but when he came to his senses, he stepped out of the tent and saw the red sun on the top of the mountain pouring gold on the earth.

A refreshing cool breeze blew, Feng Yong took a deep breath of fresh air, his spirit was lifted, he shook his head, and asked the guards standing at the door of the tent, "How long have I been sleeping?" ”

"Back to the general, I slept for fourteen hours."

That's twenty-eight hours?

brushed his teeth and washed his face, ate a bowl of porridge to warm his stomach, and Zhang Wei, who got the news, came in with a large booklet, "General, the results of the casualties of our department in this battle have come out." ”

When Feng Yong heard this, his face changed slightly, but he had to reach out and take it, "How many casualties are there?" ”

"One thousand four hundred and sixty-one people were killed, two thousand three hundred and eighty-seven were wounded, and nine hundred and seventy of the wounded could no longer go into battle."

Zhang Wei's expression was a little ugly.

Feng Yongqiang calmly lowered his head to open the booklet and asked, "What about the Nanxiang soldiers?" ”

"Nanxiang soldiers were killed 740 and 541 wounded, of which 330 could not return to battle."

When Feng Yong heard this, his hands shook.

These 1,500 Nanxiang soldiers lived up to their expectations.

After being broken through the defense line by Zhang He again and again, as the backbone of the grassroots level, they took the lead in rushing forward again and again, blocking the gap with their lives, so the casualties were the most heavy.

"Where's the Modao team?"

"Four hundred and seventy were killed, three hundred and ten wounded, and ninety-eight of them could no longer go into battle."

If it is said that the Nanxiang soldiers are his most trusted soldiers, then the Modao team is the strategic force that he relies on the most.

At the same time, in the Modao team, the proportion of Nanxiang soldiers is also the largest.

According to Feng Yong's plan, if he really fought against the enemy in the field, then he was the surface commander, Wang Ping was the actual commander, and the Modao team led by Zhang Wei was the main strategic force.

If it is to defend the city, then Wang Ping can lead an army alone, and Zhang Wei will assist him, and the two will become a corner echoing the trend.

Even if Zhang He comes, as long as he uses the Mo Knife Team unexpectedly, there is a great probability of breaking the other party.

However, the plan was not as fast as the change, because of the crisis in the street pavilion, the perfect combination that Feng Yong imagined had to be forcibly separated.

When facing Zhang He, he would rather grit his teeth and hold himself up, rather than transfer Zhang Wei out of the Modao team to assist him in commanding the whole army, just to let the Modao team maintain the most complete combat effectiveness.

The Mo Dao Team was brought out by Zhang Wei, and if it suddenly lost its most trusted commander before the battle, then its combat effectiveness might be greatly reduced.

Without Zhang Wei, the Modao team can still be invincible in the face of Zhang He's elite soldiers, and no one can guarantee it.

Therefore, Feng Yong was forced to adopt Sun Bin's art of war, and Tian Ji was afraid of horse racing.

As long as he, an inferior horse, does not deliberately give away heads, then the Modao team led by Zhang Wei of the former army can form a huge local advantage.

If Zhang Wei is transferred out to command the whole army, it is not only a question whether the Modao team can put huge pressure on Cao Jun, but now Zhang Wei has only fought a few rebellions in Yueshan, far from reaching his height in history.

Zhang Wei in the growth period, against Zhang He, who was at the peak of the famous general, I am afraid that he may not be able to get benefits.

When the time comes, the situation will only turn out to be unpleasant and the whole army will collapse.

However, although Zhang He was barely defeated now, because the commander's command was too mediocre, it also led to great casualties among the soldiers.

Feng Yong looked at the cold numbers on the booklet, and his heart was like a knife.

Compared with the huge casualties, the war horses captured after the war could no longer arouse his interest.

With Longyou and the support of Qianghu, are you afraid that there will be no war horses?

Today's Longyou is not the kind of vegetation desert in later generations.

Many rivers such as Changli River and Qingshui are injected into Weishui, which not only makes Longyou forests like the sea, but also abundant aquatic plants, which is a natural excellent pasture.

The ancestors of the Qin people, who swallowed the six countries and mixed and unified, were here to graze and breed war horses for Zhou Tianzi, and then gradually crossed Longshan and annexed Guanzhong step by step.

Therefore, Longyou is a rich treasure land for obtaining war horses.

Feng Yong sighed, closed the booklet, got up and said, "Follow me to the wounded barracks to have a look." ”

In ancient wars, the reason why injuries and deaths were compared together was because a wounded soldier could already be regarded as stepping into the ghost gate with one foot.

Under normal circumstances, many more people die from injuries than in battle.

There is no other reason, the medical conditions are backward, the wound infection rate is extremely high, and the end of the death is often incurable.

Feng Yongjun's medical conditions are a little better.

At least Feng Yong knows the concept of disinfection.

But in Feng Yong's mind, it is estimated that it is only a little better.

Because he can't make such a thing as penicillin now.

"How good would it be if I went to study biology, and what would be the use of studying real estate?"

Seeing the soldiers in the wounded barracks lying there moaning in pain, Feng Yong couldn't stop muttering.

All the medical officers were dressed in white robes and were busy.

In the corner of the camp, surrounded by a cloth curtain, it becomes a simple operating room.

Mix a small amount of lime with boiling water and start cleaning the wound – this will stop the bleeding as quickly as possible.

Let the injured person biting the towel break out in a cold sweat, his eyes straightened, and his whole body trembled.

"Hold on, you must hold back, if you want to live, just hold it for me!"

The medical worker instructed in his mouth, kept in his hands, and rushed the dried disinfectant soup to the wound.

The sterilized medicinal soup was formulated from Wu Ming, a knife in Nanxiang.

At this time, the castration industry in Nanxiang was already very mature, and the mortality rate of poultry and livestock after castration had been reduced to a tolerable level.

In Feng Yong's opinion, since this medicinal soup can disinfect the wounds of pigs and chickens, it may also have an effect when used on the human body.

The wounded man was supposed to have cleaned his wound for the second time and changed his dressing, and there was a lot of blood-stained linen thrown next to him.

The doctor carefully looked at the wound and found that there was indeed no abnormal redness, swelling and infection, so he took out a piece of brown and dissolved it in water and mixed it well, and then carefully applied the paste liquid to the wound.

After this application, the wounded person relaxed after a while.

"Don't look!"

The medical worker shouted at the wounded.

Then I washed my hands in the disinfectant decoction, took out the suture needle and thread, and began to suture.

Suturing can promote wound healing the fastest, but this period first involves the acceptance of the soldier's mind.

What is more important is the supply of anesthetics.

That small piece of brown stuff is actually a toad crisp, which has a powerful local anesthetic effect.

But for now, it's not in too much supply – because its source chain has been formed for so short.

The suture technique extracted from Wu Yidao's castration technique is not a simple matter to transplant to the wound suture of the human body.

It needs to be improved, and it also needs to be improved when it comes to sterilization methods when suturing, stitches and threads for suturing, etc.

The most important thing is anesthetics.

The boiling of hemp boiling is too cumbersome, and even if there is enough time, it can only supply a small number of people.

What is needed on the battlefield is an anesthetic that can be quickly acted, easy to preserve, and can be taken out at any time.

After listening to Feng Yong's request, Fan A proposed the medicinal herb of toad crisp.

Maggots are a good thing, it can be used to raise chickens and ducks, and it can also be used to raise toads.

However, the toad breeding industry only began to support after the emergence of suture technology, and it was only a little more than a year that it could not produce enough toad crisp.

So this time, anesthetics can only be supplied to soldiers above the rank of chief.

Because these soldiers are basically from Nanxiang, after experiencing the baptism of various demons and monsters in Nanxiang, they have a strong psychological ability to accept the medical workers who are also from Nanxiang and those treatment methods that are different from those commonly used in the world.

At the same time, these soldiers are also Feng Yong's heart, and every Nanxiang soldier who can survive this battle and go to the battlefield again is the most valuable officer seed.

The anesthesia of Toad Shu took a long time, the wound was stitched up, and the wounded did not have any overreaction.

Feng Yong quietly lowered the curtain and walked towards the wounded soldiers who did not have better medical conditions.

There are no flies, mosquitoes, or littered medical waste, and the camp looks fairly clean.

Every time Feng Yong passed a wounded soldier, he had to bend down to see where their wounds were.

At the same time, either whisper a word of comfort, or pat them somewhere on their body as a sign of comfort.

Everywhere he went, his moans would involuntarily lower.

"If it hurts, shout out, don't scruple, don't endure it, it can be better."

Feng Yong said to them, "When I went to Nanzhong the year before last, my arm was also injured, and it hurt me so much at that time that I screamed all night long, and even tears flowed out, so here I am, it's not a shame to cry out about pain." ”

When the wounded soldiers around heard this, they couldn't help but relax, and the camp burst into laughter.

It was a winning team, so although there was a lot of moaning, the whole camp was at least filled with a spirit of optimism.

The more Feng Yong walked back, the stronger the love in the eyes of the wounded soldier, and the more guilty he felt in his heart.

"It seems that I am not suitable to be the commander of the first army, and my heart is not hard enough."

Feng Yong came out of the wounded barracks, sniffed at the sky, and said to Zhang Wei.

"If there is an enemy attacking at this time, there is no need for the general to order, and the wounded soldiers inside can take the initiative to pick up their weapons and charge, all because they are inspired by the general."

"This is because the general can make the soldiers agree with the superiors, so he can die with him, he can live with him, and he is not afraid of danger, which is already the way of the general, what does it mean to be unsuitable to be the commander of an army?"

Seeing Feng Yong's appearance, Zhang Wei frowned and retorted loudly.

"If I had been able to command better, the soldiers would not have suffered so many casualties."

Feng Yong smiled bitterly.

"Those who lead the army to charge before the battle, there are their own generals and others, and those who are lacking in the generals are just less likely to practice the military formation, as long as they read more military books and practice more military formations in the future, they will achieve their own success."

"Is there anyone in the world who does not learn and leads to the military formation? The general is so depressed, if he loses his sharpness and courage, he will lead the troops against the enemy in the future and tie his hands and feet, which is the harm to the soldiers! ”

Zhang Wei became more and more vibrant, "When the general first came to the battle array, he easily took such a dangerous place as Longguan, didn't the general hear the cheers of the soldiers at the head of Longguan City?" ”

At that time, they all thought that they could capture Longguan with heavy casualties, but they didn't expect that in the end, no one was injured, which was the virtue of the general's preservation. The general then led them to defeat famous generals like Zhang He and made great contributions, are they still not satisfied? ”

"On the other hand, Na Ma Tan, who claimed to be full of military books, first lost Luoyang, and then defeated Zhang He, which made the street pavilion almost lost, and let the Northern Expedition be destroyed several times, and more than 10,000 soldiers were driven away like pigs and porpoises, which was unbearable."

"Compared with the soldiers led by Ma Tan, you should ask the soldiers behind you, do they think they are lucky to be able to follow the general?"

Feng Yong turned around, only to see that at some point, many soldiers who could move around in the wounded barracks came out, looking at him silently, although he was silent, but he had a firm meaning.

Feng Yong's throat was blocked, and his eyes were hot.