The relaxed atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly solidified, and the people who were laughing also stopped talking and looked at the panicked Liu Xiao.

Liu Xiao seemed to be weak all over, and when he got off the horse, he almost fell, and was hugged by his apprentice Tian Hu before he stood firm.

Then he pounced on him at a rapid pace. "Second brother, the old slave is guilty, please punish the second brother."

His apprentice Tian Hu also knelt down behind him, not daring to raise his head.

Zhao Dezhao's mind was racing, and he instantly thought of the false alarm a few days ago, and asked sharply: "To make it clear, is it a saltpeter explosion?" ”

Liu Xiao said sadly: "The saltpeter warehouse of the woodcraft battalion exploded, killing and injuring more than 100 craftsmen, as well as a few brothers from the firearms battalion. ”

For gunpowder production, there are only two craftsmen at present, and they are very careful about the production of gunpowder, so Zhao Dezhao does not have too much to worry about.

And the saltpeter warehouse is what Zhao Dezhao has been worried about.

Saltpeter is not as dangerous as gunpowder, but when it explodes, it is not weaker than ordinary black powder.

Moreover, the importance of saltpeter does not need to be said, Zhao Dezhao will only be too much, not too little.

In the future, a large amount of ammunition will be made, and no amount of saltpeter will be enough.

Zhao Dezhao took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

This kind of thing can't be completely blamed on Liu Xiao, for people who don't know the dangers of these items, it is already rare for them to strictly follow orders.

Today, in the three major industrial areas of Hanjing, a group of people who served in the service have been released to go back to farming, and there are still 30,000.

There are also more than 1,000 craftsmen working in dozens of workshops with thousands of apprentices, and Liu Xiaozai is responsible for these things.

It is already rare for him to be able to manage so many people well, and omissions are inevitable.

Suppressing the urge to lose his temper, Zhao Dezhao shouted loudly: "Prepare the horse, go to the west of the city." ”

Tong Liang hurriedly asked people to arrange horses and guards, and Zhao Dezhao helped Liu Xiao up and asked, "Why did it cause an explosion at this time?" Can there be any personnel to treat them? ”

Liu Xiao lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Zhao Dezhao. The old slave made arrangements before returning to the city to ask the second brother for his guilt. As for ......"

Seeing that he was speechless, Zhao Dezhao asked: "But the firearms battalion buddies are enthusiastic about doing bad things?" ”

"Yes."

Zhao Dezhao guessed that the firearms battalion had been training for several months, but it was all non-physical training, and now the artillery has not yet appeared, only grenades have been made.

And the power of the grenade made them fascinated, and now they happened to be helping out in the carpentry battalion, which would definitely urge the craftsmen to work overtime to make it.

Even they can't help but go into battle in person.

Riding on the horse, Zhao Dezhao only took a hundred guards, and galloped to the western suburbs while the night had not yet fallen.

The wooden camp is located five miles west of the city, and there are about two miles of land outside the city gate, and it has been completely pushed into an open space.

The vacant land, which used to be the original outskirts of the city, has now built a large number of barracks and factories, mainly artisan settlements and small workshops.

It was not noticed in the city, but now a large area of smoke and fire can be seen in the west of the city.

Everyone's hearts sank, and they hurried to the west of the city.

A large amount of trees cut down from the mountains are transported to Hangyong through the Han River, and after being fished up at the wharf, they are piled up on the outside of the river embankment.

The original mountain, the decomposed wood, piled up to one or two square kilometers. In these mountains of timber, twenty-meter-wide passages were left behind, which were divided into neat piles of squares.

Near the point of the explosion, the timber was blown away, and there was chaos.

A large number of people did not bother to clean the wood on the road, but rescued the fire crisis caused by the explosion point, and transferred the wood in the center to the outside.

Zhao Dezhao jumped off his horse, stepped over a pair of scattered wood, and walked towards the explosion point, everyone following him.

Seeing the guard of honor who stayed behind, a dark figure greeted him, and before he could get close, he knelt down in the middle of the road. "Subordinate Murong Defeng, please stay behind and punish him!"

The soldiers and craftsmen who had been carrying the timber also saluted.

"There is no need to salute, hurry up to save people, transfer wood, extinguish the fire, and I will reward you for your meritorious deeds."

Hearing Zhao Dezhao say this, the laborers who were busy fighting the fire hurriedly acted again, but they still looked at Zhao Dezhao, the prince, curiously.

Zhao Dezhao walked closer and saw Murong Defeng, whose eyes were red and tears left white marks on his face, kicked him on the shoulder and kicked him to the ground.

"I'll settle accounts with you and report the casualties to me."

In fact, he didn't have too much worry in his heart, he was afraid of causing a fire here in the wood camp at the beginning, and the saltpeter stored here was the least.

If the scale of the explosion was large, he would not have heard movement in the city.

Fortunately, it was stored separately during transshipment at that time, otherwise the loss would have been great.

Murong Defeng saw Zhao Dezhao walking towards the explosion point, and hurriedly got up to follow. "More than seventy craftsmen have died, the firearms battalion has lost eleven brothers, and a few will not be able to go to the battlefield in the future......"

At the center of the explosion, there was only a large pit with a diameter of more than 30 meters, and the soil along the pit had become somewhat porcelain because of the high temperature of the explosion.

The depth of the pit is now invisible, as it has attracted groundwater and now forms a small pond.

Not far from the other side, in addition to the shouts of work, there were also loud howls, and the wounded were placed on a small mound.

A circle of torches was lit there, and figures could be seen shuttling, apparently nervously trying to save people.

Zhao Dezhao's heart was heavy, and he beckoned to Tian Hu, who was not far behind.

Tian Hu knelt down before he got close, he was the head of the carpentry camp, and now that something happened to the carpentry camp, he was the most afraid.

Zhao Dezhao didn't have the idea of holding him responsible, and said: "How many laborers and craftsmen are there in the carpentry camp?" ”

Tian Hu said: "Because the timber transfer is almost over, only one thousand and five laborers are left, five hundred and twenty-three craftsmen, two thousand six hundred and five apprentices, and five hundred guards. ”

"Go to the household department, the head of the Ministry of Works, and the Gongcao and Bingcao of Hanjing Mansion. Let the head of the household department allocate meat and food, and wait for the fire to be extinguished and add food for everyone. ”

"Whoa."

Zhao Dezhao turned to Liu Xiaodao again: "You immediately go to the iron camp, the storage warehouse, and re-check the storage of the saltpeter warehouse." Starting tomorrow, no more than 200 barrels of saltpeter will be allowed in each saltpeter storehouse. ”

Liu Xiao bowed and said, "Oh." ”

Zhao Dezhao walked to the wounded camp again, and Murong Defeng hurriedly stopped in front. "Second brother, there's pickled there."

Zhao Dezhao couldn't help but give him another kick. "Bastard, that's a subject of the Great Song Dynasty, what's the pickle?"

Murong Defeng didn't dare to stop him anymore, so he could only follow behind in a cower.

Although it is after the door. When Murong Yanzhao conquered the world, he was still young, and he only took the name of the envoy of Shannan Dongdao Yanei, and he had never been on the battlefield.

This Yanai Festival Envoy is actually about the same position as Zhao Dezhao's current position, responsible for training with the Yanai of Shannan Dongdao.

When he was fourteen years old, Murong Yanzhao died, and since then the Murong family has kept a low profile, and he has lost this position.

The explosion not only killed eleven subordinates and injured dozens of them, but one of them was his younger brother Murong Dechang.

His heart is like a knife, and he can't wait to die in place of his brother.

But when he saw the stumps and severed arms at the scene of the explosion, and some people who had been burned beyond recognition, he couldn't help but vomit several times.

He was worried that Zhao Dezhao couldn't help vomiting after he passed, and he lost his identity, so he stopped Zhao Dezhao.

But at this time, there is no way.

But to his surprise, Zhao Dezhao arrived at the camp of the wounded, without the slightest change of color, and those frightening wounds were as ordinary in his eyes.

Hundreds of wounded people were bombed and burned horribly, and the scene was full of the smell of blood and the crying and moaning of the crying father and mother, a picture of a human tragedy.

Some of the guards, including Tong Liang, couldn't help but vomit when they saw the tragic situation, but Zhao Dezhao still had a calm expression.

Every sober wounded, Zhao Dezhao had to step forward to comfort him, regardless of whether the other party was a craftsman or a laborer.

For the lightly wounded, he can also smile and comfort them, and when he encounters a seriously injured person who is about to die, he can also calmly hold the other party's hand and promise the other party to take care of his family.

The people who followed Zhao Dezhao were silent, but the eyes that looked at Zhao Dezhao were full of respect.

The prince is really not an ordinary person, and his steady state is not inferior to those generals who have fought a hundred battles.

After more than an hour, it was already dark, and most of the lightly wounded were moved to camps with better conditions, while some of the seriously wounded did not dare to move and were still being treated in place.

All the doctors here in Hanjing, whether they are official or military, as well as traveling doctors, have been recruited.

A woman's voice came from his ears, and Tong Liang reminded softly: "Second brother, eldest sister is here." ”

In the mansion, the Wang family was named Mrs. Korea, and the Chen family was named Mrs. Chen Guo, and they were all called Mrs. Chen.

is called the eldest sister, only Pei Ge'an.

Zhao Dezhao turned his head to look, only to see Pei Ge'an running over in a hurry, following her cautious words, cautious, Xuanyu, Linlang, but he didn't dare to come over, vomiting in the distance.

Pei Ge'an was not afraid of these stumps and broken arms, and while looking curiously, he came to Zhao Dezhao's side.

"You came just in time to bring sulfonamides?"

Pei Gean nodded. "I just came here to deliver the medicine. However, now the drug is not purified enough, and the side effects are obvious. ”

"I don't care so much, let's save people's lives first."

Zhao Dezhao immediately ordered everyone to distribute the sulfonamide powder brought by Pei Ge'an, and strictly control the dosage.

Although sulfonamide cannot destroy germs, it can inhibit germs, and it has an obvious effect in the treatment of trauma and burns of this explosion.

In ancient wars, more than half of the deaths were caused by traumatic infection, and the number of direct deaths was only a small part.

Pei Ge'an became a pharmacist at this time, and she first told the order to the inner servants led by Xu Yongchang, who supervised the doctor's medication.

If you can't use it, you will have to recycle it back later.

Only when the purification is further advanced will it be distributed as wound medicine in the army.