Mu Jing walked out of the county government with a bitter smile on his face, and said: "In these years, there are not only cheating fathers, but also pit sons!" ”

What Makiyama didn't want to do, he let himself do it.

Isn't this forcing yourself to be a bad person?

But this bad guy can't do it.

These more than 3,000 Yellow Turban soldiers can change Mushan's current predicament, if they can be surrendered, they can naturally make Mushan strong, if not, they will waste part of their troops to take care of it.

The difference in strength is too great.

And now, only Zhang Ning's identity can convince them to surrender in a short time.

Mu Jing walked towards a barracks in the Dongcheng school yard, this barracks was a camp for wounded soldiers and a medical camp, and the beautiful and delicate Holy Maiden of Peace was currently here, and her peerless holy hand could save many people.

"You can't do that!" After Mu Jing walked into the wounded barracks, he listened to the sound of wailing all over the field, watched the marching doctors coming in and out, and suddenly saw a marching doctor bandaging his wounds, and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Less in charge!"

The marching man was stunned for a moment, looked up at the comer, and hurriedly saluted.

In the past, on the Mushroom Mountain, they had Hong Langzhong, who was proficient in medical skills, and later after entering Wuyin, Hong Langzhong invited a lot of peers, and Langzhong, who was proficient in the art of Qihuang, gradually formed a military medical battalion.

They are no strangers to pastoral scenes.

"Your white cloth is covered with blood, obviously bandaged before, these bandaged strips of white cloth are very unhygienic, there are a lot of bacteria on it will cause inflammation of the wounds on the soldiers' bodies, the light will increase the injury, and the heavy will definitely die, if these white cloth strips want to continue to use, at least they must be washed first, and then disinfected with boiling before they can be used!"

Mu Jing said in a deep voice.

"Bacteria, how can I not see where ......" This military camp surnamed Liao, he was a little confused.

"What are bacteria?"

A leisurely voice came to mind behind Mu Jing.

Zhang Ning is dressed in green clothes, her hair is in a cloth towel bun, and she is dressed like a man, but she can't hide her beautiful face, and her temperament is even more extraordinary.

"Mr. Zhang!"

As soon as she stepped out of the barracks, all the marchers around her looked respectful.

These days, Zhang Ning has won the respect of everyone in this military medical battalion with her amazing medical skills, even Hong Langzhong, the chief general of the military medical battalion, is quite respectful to him.

"Mulongtu, what is a bacterium?" Zhang Ning looked at Mu Jing and continued to ask.

The term was so novel that she didn't understand it.

"Bacteria are viruses, viruses that we can't see!"

"Poison?"

Zhang Ning picked up this strip of white cloth, although there were a few dots of blood on the strip, but the overall look was very clean, she sniffed it and shook her head: "There is no poison on it!" ”

"This poison is not the poison of the other!"

Mu Jing began to analyze, he didn't understand the medical skills, but some avant-garde medical concepts can be passed on to them: "In fact, there are a lot of invisible viruses in our lives, these invisible toadstools have always been there, but when people are not injured, the resistance is strong, and there is naturally no problem, but after the injury, the resistance is weak, if you can't deal with these toadstools carefully, these small viruses will invade the human body, causing death, in the past, many of us were obviously not seriously injured on the battlefield, But after bandaging, he finally died, and that's the reason.

Therefore, when we deal with the wounds of the soldiers, we must pay attention to these small and invisible viruses, the medical tools we use, the strips of cloth that bandage the soldiers, before using them, need to be disinfected with high-temperature boiled water, so that they can continue to be used, and there are ......"

He kept saying that it was about half an hour, not some esoteric medical knowledge, just some health popularization that everyone knows in modern society, but it is a milestone for medicine in this era.

"Hong Langzhong!" Zhang Ning was silent for a while, and suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Zhang!" Hong Langzhong hurriedly responded.

"Do what the young master said, in the future, all our wounded soldiers must pay attention to hygiene, the medical equipment used and some medicinal cloths must be washed with boiling water, and someone in the wounded barracks must be cleaned up regularly!"

"No!"

Hong Langzhong heard this and nodded.

The wounded barracks were very busy, and there were a lot of wounded soldiers in this battle, so there was not much time for the marching men to listen to Mu Jing's tirade, and they continued to treat the wounded soldiers.

"Where did you get all this Qihuang knowledge you said?" After the people dispersed, Zhang Ning looked at Mu Jing and asked.

"From what I saw in the book, I read a lot, and I have a little dabbling in all aspects, especially some books that I prefer on the sidelines, I have seen it in an ancient book before, so I said it!"

Mu Jing made an excuse.

"Where is that book now?"

"It's gone!" Mu Jing's face did not change his color and his heart did not beat, and said: "When I was in Wancheng, I quarreled and exterminated the clan, how many Shi clans were slaughtered under our Yellow Turban Broadsword, and a lot of their family property was confiscated, including some books, but after leaving Wancheng, these books have been missing!" ”

"It's a pity!"

Zhang Ning let out a long sigh, she herself is the holy hand of Qihuang, Qihuang's skills are extraordinary, and she is quite fond of some out-of-the-way medical classics.

"I've come to you for something!"

Mu Jing was afraid that she would continue to ask, so she quickly changed the topic by going on to help herself.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Ning's eyes were lifelike, staring at this pastoral scene.

"Borrow a step to speak!"

Mu Jing pulled Zhang Ning and walked to an empty barracks in the wounded barracks, and then said what Mu Shan said to him to Zhang Ning word for word: "This is the situation, the current part of the Yellow Turban captives is very important to us, but after all, the two sides are fighting, killing and causing evil, and there is a lot of hatred between the two sides, it is difficult to convince them for a while, my father means that I hope you can come forward in person, you are the spiritual pillar of the Yellow Turban today, and your appearance will make them let down their vigilance, However, he is afraid that someone will say that he is taking advantage of your identity, so let me convince you! ”

There are some things that are more empty-minded, and when it comes to it, it may be better.

"The shepherd's loyalty, I know it in my heart!"

Zhang Ning said calmly: "Since I, Zhang Ning, have chosen the battlefield, I naturally have to make some efforts to kill less, if I can say that I can surrender them, maybe everyone will be happy!" ”

She insisted on appearing on the battlefield of Runan, and she had already thought about using this identity.

So she didn't really mind that.

These days, she can feel Mu Shan's respect for him, although sometimes Mu Shan looks at her obediently, there is a scrutinizing look, but on the whole, Mu Shan does put her identity as the young master of the yellow turban in his heart.

"Don't you think he's despicable?"

Mu Jing asked tentatively.

"The shepherd is acting above board, where is the despicable!" Zhang Ning glanced at him, revealing a momentary style, which made people a little intoxicated.

"Damn!"

Mu Jing's heart is very unbalanced, he acts above board, he is scolded every day for being a little fox, little girl, is this differential treatment really good?

Overall, though, the results were good.

The two walked towards the outside of the wounded barracks and entered a prisoner camp not far away, and it was Li Yan who was in charge of the prisoner camp, Li Yan led more than 1,000 Wuyin soldiers, surrounded by wooden fences on all sides, and a few Xiao barracks in the middle separated the prisoners from each other.

"Meet Childe!" Li Yan saw Mu Jing and Zhang Ning walking in, and hurriedly bowed: "Childe, the county lieutenant has already sent someone to tell me, I will try my best to cooperate with you, but I advise Gongzi not to have too much hope, although they surrendered, but they were only forced to live and die, and their hostility towards us was very heavy!" ”

"Don't worry, if you don't know for sure, I won't come!"

Mu Jing turned his head and glanced at the beautiful and handsome Zhang Ning beside him, and said secretly in his heart: I have a trump card!

"Master Li, what is the current mood of these captives?"

Mu Jing was the first to ask.

"At present, the mood of these captives is quite stable, and they are not making a fuss, but the hostility towards us is still very deep, and getting closer to it will cause an atmosphere of confrontation, although they have dropped their weapons, after all, there are still thousands of people, if it weren't for the separation, I would be a little worried!"

Li Yan said with a wry smile.

"How many of them can talk?" Mu Jing asked again.

"I know that there are about four or five of them, and they are all Yellow Turban generals who command about a thousand people!"

"Bring them all up, I want to see them!"

"Good!"