The west wind hunts, under the west city gate, spears are lined up, pennants are fluttering, and war horses are roaring.

"Your Majesty! The hour has come! ”

Behind Li Shimin, Pang De looked at the time and reminded him.

Li Shimin nodded, waved his big hand and said, "Beat the drum, go out!" ”

Suddenly, on the west city gate, eighteen war drums beat, and the drums shook the sky, spreading throughout the entire Chang'an City.

"It's time to go on the march!"

The people of Chang'an City couldn't help but be stunned, and they all looked in the direction of the West City Gate, it was four years ago from the last big march, and that time the Tang Dynasty won a complete victory and defeated the Turks, the most powerful enemy of the Tang Dynasty.

And this time, after the report of the ink magazine and the Confucian journal, everyone was already indignant, and when they heard that the imperial court sent troops to teach Tuyuhun a lesson, they all shouted happily.

"Let's go!"

Li Jing, who was in full armor, gave a military salute to Li Shimin on the city wall, got up and got on his horse, and took the lead in leaping away.

"Boom, boom!" The army followed, and Yuguan came out of the west gate of Chang'an City.

The first to set off was naturally the right guard led by Li Jing himself, and then, the left Xiaowei and the left guard ......, and when Cheng Yanjin led his left leading guard proudly passed in front of Merton, it was the turn of the firearms supervisor to set out.

"Lord Sake, it's time to go on the expedition!" Xue Rengui on the side reminded.

Merton nodded, and looked up at the city wall, where a wonderful figure wearing a golden thread was particularly eye-catching.

"Princess Changle!"

Everyone's hearts moved, the matter of Princess Changle and Mo Jiazi had already spread all over the world, and the iconic golden wisps were even more obvious at a glance.

Merton waved vigorously at Princess Changle, and when he saw Princess Changle waving in response, he turned over and got on his horse.

"Drive!"

The firearms supervisor and the others immediately set off one after another, until the figure of the firearms supervisor faded away, and Princess Changle withdrew her gaze in amazement.

"This stinky boy!" Li Shimin couldn't help but snort coldly when he saw this scene.

………………

On the straight turn, the Absolute Shadow under Merton's crotch seemed to be free, and he was excited, and under Merton's control, the Absolute Shadow ran back and forth in the convoy quickly, extremely athletic.

"It's a good horse!" Cheng Yanjin, who was also inspecting the army, happened to inspect the Daohou army, and couldn't help blurting out praise when he saw the superb shadow of Jiaojian. Since his recovery, he has been training in Mofu and has already recovered his former divine horse.

"Uncle Cheng has won the award, although the shadow is good, where can it compare to Uncle Cheng's battle-hardened war horse!" Merton looked at Cheng Biting Jin's unusually strong yellow horse and blurted out praise.

Cheng Yanjin suddenly showed a smug look and said: "This horse can be said to have followed the old man to fight for many years. ”

"Uncle Cheng is heroic!" Merton took advantage of the situation and slapped it on the back.

"The Mo family is worthy of being wealthy, nephew Mo Xian, you are comfortable on this march!" Cheng Yanjin looked at the long procession of carriages of the firearms supervisor and smacked his tongue.

In the team led by Merton, in addition to more than 30 hundred cavalry soldiers on horseback to escort, half of the Mo family's children are on foot, half are driving, and they can take turns when they are tired from the march.

As for the doctors of the Mo Hospital, they all rode in carriages, and in the whole procession, the number of horses and carts was actually more than the number of people, and this kind of march can be said to be the envy of the soldiers of the left leading guard of the rear team.

Merton smiled bitterly: "Uncle Cheng, except for the hundred horses, most of the people under the command of the kid are ordinary people, and naturally they are not as good as the firearms supervisors who have been trained for a long time. If they want to march like ordinary soldiers, it is estimated that they will not be able to reach Lanzhou, and they will be reduced by half, so how can they go into battle to serve the country. ”

Cheng Yanjin nodded and said: "The old man naturally has no opinion, but the most taboo and unfair in the army, the old man also reminded Mo Xian's nephew." ”

Merton suddenly realized, there are many arrogant soldiers in the army, if he sees the firearms prison people so relaxed, he must be dissatisfied, I am afraid that there will be more trouble, and he couldn't help but gratefully hugged his fist towards Cheng Yanjin and said: "Thank you Uncle Cheng for your advice." The little nephew knew what to do. ”

Under Cheng Yanjin's curiosity, Merton waved his hand and shouted: "Mo Hospital raises the flag." ”

Suddenly, more than 20 four-wheeled carriages raised the Red Cross flag at the same time, and Cheng Yanjin couldn't help but smack his tongue and said: "There are 20 carriages in the Mo Hospital alone." ”

Merton shook his head and said: "This is nothing, this time it is the first batch of ordinary wound medicine and common medicine, and the real large number of medicinal materials are still hoarding in Chang'an City, just waiting for General Su to help us transport them." ”

"Young Master, what are your orders?" Mo Wu was dressed in white, panting and running in front of Merton.

Mo Dun looked at Mo Wu, who had just run for a while, and couldn't help but sweat profusely, and couldn't help frowning: "It's only been a year and a half, and your body is weak like this." ”

When Mojia Village was poor before, although Mo Wuna was lean, he was also very strong, but he was not the weak and windy appearance he is now.

Mo Wu smiled bitterly: "The young master taught me a lesson. ”

He has been studying medicine in the Ink Hospital recently, and his physical aspect has indeed declined greatly, he is still a little younger and stronger, and he is no different from an ordinary person.

"Now you immediately divide the team of doctors from the Mo Hospital into six teams, one team of two carriages, one ambulance, and one medicine cart, and rush to each of the guards." Merton commanded.

Mo Wu was puzzled for a moment: "Why is this, isn't there no war yet?" There were no wounded soldiers to be treated. ”

Not only Mo Wu was puzzled, but even Cheng Yanjin was very puzzled, he mentioned that Merton's command of the army was too good, and he was afraid that the other soldiers would be dissatisfied, but Merton actually drove the carriage directly in front of the six guards.

Merton explained: "Although there is no treatment for the wounded or sick, you can teach the soldiers first aid while they are resting. ”

"First aid knowledge!" Mo Wu said thoughtfully.

"Mo Xian's nephew has a clever plan! In this way, not to mention that these doctors are riding in carriages, even if they are willing to carry them! Cheng bit the golden festival and praised.

Merton nodded and said, "Remember one thing, and focus on publicity, that is, as long as he is carried to you alive, you are sure that you will save him." ”

"Ahh It can't be! Mo Wu's palms trembled.

Merton frowned and asked, "Then what is the recovery rate of injuries and illnesses in your usual Mo Hospital?" ”

"Ninety percent! If the injury is too severe, there is nothing to be done. Mo Wu replied truthfully.

"It's 10 percent!" Cheng Yanjin shouted suddenly.

Mo Wu was puzzled: "Isn't that a lie to the soldiers?" ”

Cheng Yanjin said lightly: "Is there a difference between ninety percent and ten percent?" What the soldiers need is a living faith, and if they are too badly injured, they can only resign themselves to fate. ”

The cure rate of 90 percent is not an exaggeration to say that it is 10 percent compared with the 30 percent cure rate of wounded soldiers in the military.

"The little one understands!" Mo Wu said suddenly.

Returning to the convoy at the moment, soon, twelve teams of carriages set off one after another, and when the Red Cross flag of the Mexican Hospital fluttered in front of the soldiers one by one, the name of the doctor instantly spread to the ears of all the soldiers.