Victory on the first day of verse 90

Wang Xi and Li Guang's men and horses also fled, and all the soldiers around Li Guang died, and even the banner was almost lost. He was shot in his own body, and was finally rescued. Wang Xi was killed while directing his men and horses across the trench.

He Rubin saw the men and horses rolling and surging under the earthen embankment, constantly attacking the earthen embankment and being forced down, and his heart was secretly anxious. At this time, he saw that the men and horses of the training guerrillas sent for follow-up reinforcements were retreating one after another, and he couldn't help but be furious in his heart, and was about to give the order to beat the drum to urge the attack, but he saw that the men and horses who had already attacked the edge of the trench were also retreating. In an instant, the four or five thousand men and horses on the battlefield completely collapsed like an avalanche, and the ground was full of routs who had lost their armor.

"Do you want to send out the ambush troops?"

"No, the enemy's old capital hasn't been used up yet, and He Rubin's headquarters and family members have not been dispatched." He Ming looked at the situation on the battlefield, "Tomorrow, He Rubin has to use the old bottom." We will rely on our positions to completely cripple them, and when they are discouraged, we will crush the enemy in one blow."

At the head of Chengmai City, after receiving the news that Wang Xi, a guerrilla in Guangdong's military training, and Wang Daoji, a guerrilla in the Fubiao battalion, had been killed one after another, the atmosphere of the officers and generals watching the battle was extremely low. The optimistic atmosphere was swept away: Today, two of Guangdong's military generals were killed in battle alone, and more than 20 other generals of 1,000 or more were killed. Such heavy losses are enough to meet the criteria of a "fiasco".

He Rubin was full of cold sweat, if such a heavy loss could not completely destroy the thief, it would be difficult for him to explain to the governor and the imperial court. He ordered: "Drumming" He decided to invest in his town mark and family this time to break through the enemy village in one fell swoop.

It was Zhao Ruyi who stopped him: "Our army has been frustrated, and today's morale has declined, and we can't attack the wounded soldiers anymore." The general must not be tempted. Fortunately, our army is still vigorous, so we will withdraw our troops for the time being and fight again tomorrow. ”

The sound of the gong resounded over the entire battlefield, but in fact, it was not a gong. The offensive of the officers and troops has also been defeated. After the large force of the official army broke and fled, the Fubo army gradually stopped firing. The officers and men who were wounded and could still walk fled with a limp.

The smoke of gunpowder gradually dissipated from the battlefield, and only at this time could the two sides clearly see the results of this nearly three-hour battle. The inside and outside of the trenches were filled with corpses, especially under the earthen embankment, where they had been stacked up to half a person's height. There were corpses hanging everywhere on the earthen embankment, and even on the slope of the earthen embankment, and blood was gurgling down the earthen embankment, like black streams.

A strong smell of blood, sweat, and gunsmoke hung over the battlefield, making it disgusting.

The infantry and militiamen of the Fubo Army were all in tatters, their faces covered with smoke and dust, and some of them were wounded. They used rifles to support their bodies, and some of them carried the spears and broadswords of the officers and soldiers they had picked up when they lost their rifles, and looked at the officers and soldiers who were fleeing, their expressions were dull as if they had just had a dream.

Seeing the Ming army receiving, the teams retreated to the camp. The soldiers of the Fubo Army, who had just come to their senses, burst into bursts of victorious cheers -- they had defeated the onslaught of four or five thousand elite officers and soldiers, and they were standing. Cheers rang out one after another along the earthen embankment, resounding over the entire battlefield.

Compared to the native officers and soldiers, the senators, who were full of affection, almost wept with joy - the army, which they had built with their own hands and had been painstakingly trained for two years, had finally shown that they were truly capable of fighting, and not just a neat queue on the parade ground. He Ming noticed that several veteran officers were wiping their eyes, and couldn't help laughing:

"What? Are they all going to cry? Like a."

"I'm ...... Happy ......" Wei Aiwen has always shown himself as a German-style iron-blooded tough guy, and he can't help but wipe his eyes, "Our army ...... Finally, we won't lose, we won't win."

"Xiao Wei, what kind of victory of will do you blow all day long, this will still flow cat urine." You Laohu carried the blood-stained Bianjun long knife, and said triumphantly, he was covered with blood all over his body, even on his face, but he didn't wipe it at all, as if he was showing off his reckless hand-to-hand combat, "Look at me, I cut off more than a dozen heads in one go......"

As soon as he finished saying this, he suddenly fell to the ground. Everyone present was taken aback. Zhang Tumu, a doctor with the army, hurriedly took a look at his condition.

"It's not a big deal, the wound has lost blood and lost strength." Saying that, he opened the medicine box he carried, injected **** injection to You Laohu, and "carried him to the health center"

"Lao You is really ......"

"Sooner or later, I'll put my life into it." Zhang Tumu said, "There are wounds all over the body, not deep, but if there is too much blood, it will kill you." ”

Dongmen Blowing Rain said: "In this way, You Tiger will not be able to participate in the battle tomorrow, and he must quickly appoint the acting commander of the third battalion." ”

"Let Lin Shenhe act as an agent. He did well today. "He and I have mentioned it several times, and he wants to transfer the relationship to the army, instead of being an ordnance engineer all day long." I think so. Isn't he familiar with the queue shot? ”

"No, he's not familiar with the Third Battalion." He Ming thought about it, "Yu Zhiqian is the acting commander of the third battalion, and Lin Shenhe will fill his position as company commander first." It was readjusted after the war. The battle is almost over, and we will see tomorrow. ”

Although the Ming army still had a large number of men and horses, He Ming knew that the enemy's morale had declined, and it was unlikely that even He Rubin would use it for his family and town mark tomorrow to be as fierce as today - the most important thing was that his soldiers already had the belief that they would win. In the upcoming decisive battle, it will be even more courageous.

The snipers on the watchtower all came down, and they played a great role in the melee, not only killing many officers, disrupting the organization of the attack of officers and soldiers more than once, but also directly blocking the breakthrough with rifles at the most critical time. Their faces were covered in smoke, their fingers were swollen, and some of them were bleeding from their hands. But everyone was in high spirits, carrying bags with a lot of bullet casings, and happily discussing their achievements.

"I knocked out at least three officers and the general"

"That general is obviously a general soldier I hit, at least a general soldier"

"The fart is only one person. The most you've hit is a total. ”

……

The Veteran Sniper's total is 247 kills, which is quite impressive. However, as Zhou Weisen said, the enemies are densely packed together, and it is difficult for you to miss the shot. He claimed to have shot a general 1,000 meters away, but Mr. Qian insisted that he had done so. The two had a heated argument.

Qian Shuiting's total number of kills was 14, but he kept the most detailed records, with various symbols such as bows and arrows, spears, three-eyed guns, military flags, and helmets on the paper to represent the types of targets he killed. Zhou Weisen joked that he took too long to draw, and as a result, he had less time to release the gun.

Tintin crawled out of a fort - today he thinks he knows enough about what it means to "die in nine lives", and decades later he will often flaunt the bravery of the day to one of his unnamed grandsons: when the enemy kills him, he is still shooting until the enemy rushes a meter in front of him, and his body does not even move; He alone killed seven or eight officers and soldiers with a camera tripod; He went head-to-head with a certain officer and general and knocked him to the ground, and the other party said "obeyed" before he died.

In fact, Tintin's situation is indeed very dangerous. He originally filmed on the command platform, but after the first attack, he handed over the professional plane to his assistant for better and more intuitive material, and he took a DV to the earthen embankment, filmed on the guard tower for a while, and then entered a gun barrier for snipers. Originally, I thought that the officers and soldiers would collapse directly under the earthen embankment like the first attack, but I did not expect the enemy to rush up. At the height of the intensity, the officers and soldiers and the infantry of the Fubo Army engaged in a hand-to-hand battle outside the fort. Several times the officers and men tried to break into the artillery barrier where he was shooting, but they were driven out with bayonets by the fighters who were protecting him.

It wasn't until all the enemies had retreated that Tintin rested for a while before coming out of the fort, still holding the DV spasmodically in his hands.

"**, that's so exciting...... It's so exciting......" he muttered.

The DV footage in the fort was so exciting that it was so bloody and violent that part of it had to be cut out during the public screening.

Health teams and soldiers clear the battlefield after the fierce battle on the earthen embankment. Regardless of whether the dead or the alive will kick anyone when they see someone, those who can move will not be asked whether the officers and soldiers or their own people are all on stretchers.

Tian Liang was found out of the pile of corpses by the hygienists, and he felt in a daze that someone was kicking him, and he moved.

"The second lieutenant is alive," a voice said in the distance.

"Hurry to the bandaging station."

Then he felt his neck be held in place by something stiff, and he was moved to a stretcher. Pulling at his wound as he moved, causing him to scream.

Someone immediately poured some cool liquid into his mouth, with a strong smell of medicine. He felt comfortable, the wound didn't hurt anymore, and then he fell asleep.

The total number of casualties of the Fubo Army, including the militia, amounted to more than 300, and more than 100 people died, a quarter of whom were officers and sergeants. This casualty ratio made He Ming and others both happy and worried. The death of officers and sergeants in battle mostly shows that the pioneers have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but it is a great pity that the backbone of the painstakingly cultivated has been lost in this way.

The losses of weapons were very serious, not only several hundred rifles, many spears, but also three artillery pieces. The ammunition consumption is even more staggering.

Six or seven hundred wounded from both sides gathered in the open space outside the big tent of the clinic, rows of stretchers were lined up on the ground, the lightly wounded of the Fubo Army squatted on the side, smoking and chatting, and some people sat motionless, as if they were dead, but when someone touched them, they would hum in pain.

The officers and soldiers of the wounded sat together with gloomy eyes, and no one dared to call except for those who could not stand the pain. They watched in horror as the bloodied thieves came in and out of the big tent, and screams rang from time to time.

Zhang Tumu's sleeves were rolled up, his arms were covered with blood, and he was wearing a white burqa with blood splattered on it, like a butcher. The hygienists around him were similar, covered in blood - he had already had several surgeries.

The tiger was carried into the tent and onto a clean first-aid table, where the strong smell of blood and disinfectant woke him up. When he saw that the hygienists were holding large scissors and gesturing between his legs, he couldn't help but be startled and hurried to protect the key parts.

"What for?"

"Undress you." Zhang Tumu said, "Otherwise, how to deal with the wound?" ”

"I don't have a wound 'there', please don't dangle it with scissors, okay? Cut broken nowhere to put new"

"It's okay, he's cut too much." Zhang Tumu joked, "Help the lieutenant colonel clean up the wound well." ”

When the irritating disinfectant came into contact with the wound, You Laohu's face turned pale, but he rather stood up and not shout out in order to ensure his tough guy image.

"There's no need, just shout when it hurts." Zhang Tumu quickly examined the wound, "It was recorded that there were multiple lacerations and skin injuries on the left and right arms, left and right shoulders, chest, and left and right thighs, and a deep laceration on the left rib, no organs were seen, and there were no fractures." After saying that, he ordered, "Immediately inject tetanus, are you dizzy?" ”

"Halo"

"You're bleeding a lot, but it's not dangerous, otherwise I'd have to mobilize the soldiers to donate blood to you - 500cc of intravenous dextrose saline and a shot of morphine"

"Morphine is gone." You Tiger doesn't want to get along with this thing.

"You'll miss it when you stitch up the wound later," Zhang Tumu took care of the hygienist, "I'll deal with the other people first, and I'll do the work of stitching up the wound myself." ”

Zhang Tumu threw the tiger and performed emergency surgery on a soldier who had been stabbed in the stomach. He felt strange that this operation could be done, because he couldn't pass the operation back then and went to the emergency department.

"Dr. Zhang, a man who has been hit in the third eye," the hygienist hurriedly ran in.

"Carry it to Dr. Ning"

The bald, slightly chubby Ning Hai looked at the wounded man who was covered in holes and bleeding all over the ground, and complained, "How many are these?" Without an X-ray machine, the warhead cannot be taken at all......"

"You save his life first, and then we will talk about the film." Zhang Tumu said, "This guy looks like he's going to have a blood transfusion. ”

"Blood pressure, heartbeat is dropping," the hygienist shouted.

"Quick, belladonna injection infusion" Ning Jinghai shouted, casually flipping over the identity card on the wounded's neck, "Blood type A, call four or five blood type A militiamen to draw blood"

The medical department has not yet established a full blood supply system, and uses the method of "blood donors" to supply blood for clinical use. The plasma used in the operation was donated on the spot by hygienists and militia members who passed the blood test. Draw from healthy militias and laborers when necessary.

Tian Liang was carried in front of Yang Guigui. He had just finished stitching up a soldier's wound and was cleaning and disinfecting his hands.

"Left leg puncture wound" Yang Guigui glanced at and shouted, "Prepare to take an arrow to inject tetanus"

The scalpel slice through his muscles, and the pliers carefully pulled the broken arrow from his leg. Yang Guigui carefully checked whether there were any broken parts left in the wound, and then cleaned and disinfected him.

Tian Liang groaned and woke up.

"How? Lieutenant. Yang Guigui said, "You were hit by an arrow in the leg, you are lucky, you didn't hurt the big blood vessels and didn't touch the bones, you can continue to jump around after a month of rest." ”

Yang Guigui's skills in treating wounds are so superb that no one can tell that he is actually a veterinarian. He followed the camp to prepare for the end of the battle to treat the wounds of the mules and horses left by the Ming army. For now, I will make a cameo appearance as a military doctor.

Most of the wounded were not seriously injured, and the wounds were cleaned and sutured, and the lives of many soldiers were saved thanks to tetanus injections and antibiotics. With the help of blood transfusions, fluids, and surgical operations, many soldiers who were seriously injured and would have died were able to survive.

“…… In the second anti-encirclement campaign, the Ministry of Health for the first time used homemade medicines and equipment to treat the wounded and sick on a large scale. This is also the first time that homemade antibiotics and tetanus serum have been put into the battlefield to save the wounded, and with the efforts of the majority of medical personnel, good results have been achieved, saving many lives and ......" ("Health Journal? Volume I)

The homemade tetanus serum is made of horse serum, and in order to get horse blood, the Ministry of Health and Nick have a lot of lawsuits, and only then did they get enough horse serum on the premise of ensuring that the horse blood will not affect the health of the horse. There is no better way to test the effectiveness of tetanus serum, which consumes a lot of resources to produce, than when used in battle.

The wounded officers and soldiers who had been captured were also treated, first out of "humanitarianism" and secondly out of "pragmatism" - everyone was a valuable labor force. What the Lingao regime lacks most is people.

"Ren, don't chant the scriptures," Zhang Tumu was so busy that he couldn't stop on his feet, and when he saw Rennes, who was in charge of quarantine and epidemic prevention, he was doing a dying prayer to a seriously injured soldier, and he couldn't help but get angry, "The battlefield is about to be cleaned, you are leading the team, go and report quickly"

“…… In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen. He drew a cross for the dying wounded, turned his head and said, "Martyrs need spiritual comfort......

"Doctor...... Heads...... I'm still alive......" said the wounded," Dr. Zhang said...... I can't die."

"Oh - yes, God is everywhere......"

"You go quickly" Zhang Tumu urged repeatedly, Wren reluctantly stood up, the so-called cleaning the battlefield is to clean up and bury the body, this work is disgusting and laborious, who calls himself the direction of preventive medicine, the professional of sanitizing and controlling epidemics. And he also has to do the task assigned by the fake Christian Dean Wu. It is said to be to expand the influence of the church. For this reason, he has confessed to several dying officers and soldiers who were seriously wounded. While doing it, he muttered about whether he was doing the right thing.