Later, the Jin soldiers receded like a low tide on the beach, the men and horses were crowded and chaotic, some even threw away their weapons, and the whole team had completely collapsed and completely lost its organization. Seeing this situation, Yang Ming decided to lead the troops to attack, he installed the 249 machine gun's standard 200 rounds of ammunition storage magazine under the gun, turned over his horse, and ordered loudly with a loudspeaker

"The fourth company stayed to defend the position, and the rest of the troops followed me to chase and kill!"

With that, he rode forward, rushed out of the defensive line from the gallop in the middle of the position, and rushed towards the Houjin Iron Cavalry, who was retreating in panic. The sergeants of each company shouted in unison and rushed out, and the third company was placed at the back of the position, and there was no time to attack from the front, and the company commander Li Dakun urgently ordered the sergeants to lay wooden planks in the trench and rush out of the position from both flanks and rear to pursue the enemy.

"Pay attention to each company, the pursuit must not exceed four miles, pay attention to maintain formation, and do not give the enemy a chance to counterattack!" Yang Ming rode on a horse, holding a machine gun in his hand, and commanded with a walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder while galloping.

The cavalry of the first company quickly followed and overtook Yang Ming, their horsemanship was better than Yang Ming's, and the cavalry with spears flew past from both sides under the leadership of the company commander Zuo Mingxiu, shouting and stabbing at the lone Houjin soldiers. A soldier Jin soldier lost his horse, staggered and fled, the spear that caught up behind him stabbed his vest, the rear Jin soldier pounced forward under the huge impact force, but failed to fall to the ground, his body was pushed on the ground by the spear, the cavalry on the horse continued to rush forward, the barrel of the gun was horizontal, the rear Jin soldier was twisted by the tip of the spear and spun, and his heel drew two long blood marks on the ground covered with residual snow.

Two Houjin soldiers who fled on horseback were caught up by Zuo Mingxiu, five or six spears pierced at the Houjin cavalry, and the Houjin cavalry heard the shouting and killing movement behind them, turned around and turned back to block, but where could they block it in a panic, they were stabbed off the horse in an instant, and their bodies flew down with the spear in their hands, covering their wounds on the ground and rolling and howling.

Several Houjin soldiers rode and galloped, turned around, bent their bows and arrows, and shot a few arrows at the cavalry of a company, and an arrow rolled off the horse in the body of a cavalryman, and the arrow shaft touched the ground and pry the wound, the cavalry roared in pain, and the other cavalry avoided it, and the momentum of rushing was suddenly depressed.

The Houjin soldiers still wanted to release the arrows again, but there was no chance, and the 249 machine gun in the hand of Yang Ming, who rushed over, rang out, and there were two click-and-click short shots, and the Houjin soldiers overturned together with the war horses they stepped on.

On the two sides of the position, the sergeants of the third company chased after the slow-running Houjin heavy infantry, they maintained a neat formation in a squad of ten people, and stabbed out the guns around the Houjin heavy infantry, stabbing down the once fierce heavy infantry, while the grenadiers who attacked with the third company threw 67 grenades at the Houjin heavy infantry who gathered in groups, and annihilated them in pieces with a roaring blast wave and shrapnel rain.

All the troops strictly guarded the stop line of Sili according to Yang Ming's order, and took it when they saw it, so as to avoid battle damage as much as possible, and when all the pursuing troops withdrew, only the corpses of the Houjin army were left around the Shunyi army's position.

It was already afternoon after the battle ended, and the sergeants began to clean up the battlefield, Yang Ming simply cleaned up, and rushed to the treatment center in the rear position to visit the wounded.

The rear position is the territory of the third company and the baggage convoy of the rear guard company, nearly 100 carts are neatly and densely parked, and the mules and horses leading the carts are unleashed, this is to prevent horses from being frightened and dragging the vehicles from colliding, and a space is enclosed in the center of the rear position, which is a temporary treatment center, a row of planks is supported by wooden stakes, on which lie a dozen wounded sergeants, and several doctors who have been recruited to accompany the army are hurriedly bandaging and healing the sergeants.

These sergeants sent to the treatment center are all seriously injured, and the general minor injuries are bandaged and treated by the sergeants themselves, and there is no need to carry them to the treatment center to lie down.

"Who's in charge here?" Yang Ming entered the treatment center and asked loudly, "Don't bandage the wound first, debride and disinfect the ...... first."

When everyone saw Yang Ming coming, they hurriedly clasped their fists and saluted, and a middle-aged man wearing a green sermon robe came out of the ranks, bowed down and sang, "Belong to the next battalion to praise the painting...... Staff officer Wen Ruting is in charge of affairs here. ”

※ Taoist robe does not refer to the clothing of Taoist priests, but a kind of straight-necked placket, can be matched with silk or cloth belt clothes, is a Ming Dynasty men are extremely popular casual clothes, from the Son of Heaven down to the Shishu can be worn daily, is one of the most distinctive traditional clothing of the Han nation, and later died out in the early Qing Dynasty under the policy of "shaving hair and easy clothes".

"Staff Officer Wen, prepare a copper kettle, water, white gauze, cotton thread...... and boil water." The injury was urgent, and Yang Ming didn't have time to say more to Wen Ruting, so he directly picked up the important orders.

The firewood burned blazing, the copper kettle was boiling water hanging on the three-legged wooden frame, Yang Ming put the white gauze and cotton thread into the copper kettle to boil and sterilize, the water was boiling, the lid of the copper kettle was boiled by the boiling water, and the white water vapor sprayed out from the spout and dissipated in the cold air of more than ten degrees below zero. Yang Ming kept the time, until it was boiled for 15 minutes, then he took off the copper kettle, and before he had time to wait for the boiling water to cool down naturally, he immersed the copper kettle in a copper basin filled with cold water to physically cool down.

"In addition to medical materials and utensils, hands should also be washed and disinfected." Yang Ming said while demonstrating, he asked the soldiers to lift the copper kettle and pour water into the copper basin, and the cooled water flowed out of the spout, just like the faucet of later generations.

Yang Ming then washed his hands with pancreas, and repeatedly rubbed the palm, finger seams, back of the hand, finger joints, finger abdomen, fingertips, thumbs, wrists and other eight parts in accordance with medical standards, "Cleaning and washing hands should be carried out in six steps, and all eight parts should be washed, the first step, palm to palm, fingers straight first do not cross, rub for a longer time, and then cross the fingers to rub." ”

"The second step, the palm of the hand is ...... the back, the third step, the finger end is rub......bed in the palm of the hand, the fourth step, the fist is slightly clenched to open the finger fold ......, the fifth step, the thumb ......is rotated and rubbed, the sixth step, the wrist is rotated and rubbed......"

"Finally, if you don't have a gauze that's been sterilized, don't wipe your hands, spin them dry." Yang Ming said as he shook the water in his hand.

"Lift the lid of the kettle." He commanded his soldiers, "Wash your hands and don't touch anything else, lest they be contaminated again." ”

A personal soldier opened the lid of the copper kettle according to Yang Ming's order, at this time the water in the copper kettle had been basically poured, and the boiling gauze cotton thread was squeezed into a ball in the pot, he reached out and took out the gauze from the pot, held it with both hands and wrung it out.

"Now we're debridement with iodophor."

Yang Ming brought a 500 ml bottle of iodophor with him, and he asked the soldiers to open the plastic bottle, pour the iodophor liquid on the gauze, and then use the iodophor gauze to clean the wounds of the wounded soldiers lying on the wooden board.

Generally speaking, in addition to killing on the spot, most subsequent deaths on the battlefield are due to wound infection. The ancients did not know the principle of bacterial infection, although they explored some disinfection methods based on experience, such as burning wounds with red-hot blades, which is physical high-temperature disinfection; Wash the wound with alcohol, which is chemical disinfection; Fresh raw meat slices are generally used to cut the meat from the horses that have just died in battle) to paste the wound, which is to borrow the antibodies of animal muscles to disinfect, all kinds of methods, the efficiency is not very high, so the ancient war was seriously injured, even if they were not killed on the spot, the last survivors are a few.

Yang Ming couldn't explain the principle in detail to those military doctors at this time, so he could only pick up the essentials of practical operation, and his plan in his heart was to establish a professional medical team in the future.

The doctors followed Yang Ming closely, watching his movements in amazement, and were silent one by one. Peers are light, if these words are said by others, they don't believe it, but Yang Ming's various magical legends make them have to believe it, even if it is difficult to understand for a while, they don't dare to refute it. Although Wen Ruting is a literati, he has also read some medical books, the so-called "not for good looks, but for good doctors", most of the ancient literati have some such ideas and concepts, it is because of him that he took over the stall of the treatment center, at this moment Yang Ming appeared to say, he stared carefully with his eyes wide open, lest he miss a detail.

"You endure the pain, I'll clean the wound for you." Yang Ming said to a wounded soldier. The sergeant was hit by an arrow in the abdomen, the arrow had been set aside, and the wound in the abdomen was blurred with flesh and blood, and the arrows used in ancient wars often smeared some dirt on the arrows in order to enhance their killing effectiveness, and even soaked the arrows in fecal juice, so that even if they failed to shoot people to death, the arrows often died due to wound infection.

The sergeant looked at Yang Ming with grateful eyes, and was about to raise his body to salute, but as soon as his body exerted force, the sharp pain from the wound in his abdomen made him lie down again, and the sergeant gritted his teeth and endured not screaming, but a layer of cold sweat oozed from his face.

Yang Ming carried a few syringes of Silet morphine hypodermalyte, if it was in the previous world, this situation would have been pierced with a needle of morphine, but the medicines that have traveled through this era are too precious, and he can't help but hesitate a little when he uses one less.

"Brother, you bear with it first, if you really can't bear it, I'll find a way for you." After speaking, Yang Ming probed iodophor gauze into the wound on the sergeant's abdomen, stirring it to clean, the sergeant snorted, his body twitched violently because of the pain, and the surrounding doctors and personal soldiers hurriedly held him down.

"Surgical kit! Open it! Yang Ming ordered in a deep voice, and the soldiers handed over a blue rectangular zipper bag, opened the zipper, and contained a set of stainless steel surgical instruments, including 1 needle holder, 1 hemostat, 1 surgical scissors, 1 dressing tweezers, 1 tissue camera, 1 knife handle, 1 blade, 10 mixed and matched suture needles, and 3 packages of sutures.

The doctors around Yang Ming saw the set of shiny stainless steel surgical instruments in the bag, everyone's eyes lit up, and their hearts were greatly admired, the exquisiteness and flawlessness of these instruments were beyond the imagination of everyone present, and under the amazement, they felt that their reverence and admiration for Yang Ming were deeper.

Yang Ming took the suture needle, wiped it with iodine and disinfected it, and then put on cotton thread to suture the wound of the wounded soldier, he did not use the suture in the bag, mainly considering that the suture is a consumable, the quantity is limited, and there may be some more detailed wounds that need to be used in the future.

"Borrow light! Get out of the way! With a burst of shouting, several sergeants carried a wounded soldier through the crowd and rushed to Yang Ming, and the sergeant led by him fell to his knees, clenched his fists and pleaded to Yang Ming, "General, please save our squad leader......"

Yang Ming was startled, but saw that the wounded soldier carried by everyone was as white as paper, and the big mouth of the leather armor on his chest was covered with blood, and it was actually a wound in the chest that had been stabbed by a spear.

It turned out that the sergeant was too seriously injured, and he fainted on the spot, and the sergeant who cleaned the battlefield carried him to the morgue of the fallen soldiers, but he didn't expect that after a while, the sergeant woke up again, moaning in pain on the ground, and his comrades hurriedly carried him to the treatment center, which happened to happen to Yang Ming to save people here, and the sergeants pleaded with Yang Ming to save people with a glimmer of hope.

"Bring people up!" Yang Ming instructed the sergeants to carry the wounded soldier to the wooden plank, and he was not sure whether this person could be saved, so he could only use the dead horse as a live horse doctor.

The hypodermic syringe of Silet morphine was pierced into the thigh muscles of the wounded soldier, Yang Ming asked people to untie the skin armor and clothes of the wounded soldier, carefully debrided and sutured the wound, bandaged it, and a set of treatment procedures were completed, under the analgesic effect of morphine, the wounded soldier's breathing was even, his lips moved, and he called "water ......"

A sergeant hurriedly untied the water bladder and put it to the wounded soldier's mouth, Yang Ming took out a 025g cephalexin tablet, and let the wounded soldier take it with the drink.

"Doctor, take your pulse, pay attention to monitoring your vital signs, and call me if you are in danger." This squad leader's injury is too serious, and he is not out of danger now, if necessary, he can use adrenaline to give injections to rescue, but there are not many medicines brought by the crossing, and there are even fewer to carry in this battle, which was originally prepared for his own injuries, if he uses it today, if he encounters a similar situation in the future, it is a big question whether to save or not.

More than a dozen wounded soldiers were treated in turn, Yang Ming was so tired that he was sweating profusely, he wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, and raised his head, but saw that the three layers inside and the outer three layers were surrounded by sergeants and people, and everyone looked at him with admiration and reverence.

"The general is benevolent! The little ones are willing to die for the general! An officer took the lead in kneeling down, clenching his fists and saying loudly, and the surrounding sergeants and civilians were also affected by this, and they also knelt on the ground and praised Yang Ming in unison.

In this era, being a soldier is a hard errand, some of the surrounding sergeants are old soldiers in the Ming army, in their military career, they have never seen a senior general like Yang Ming so concerned about the wounded soldiers, let alone someone personally rescued the wounded soldiers, and the rescue has a miraculous effect, so these sergeants are very grateful, and they can't help themselves, of course, it is not excluded that some people are following Ah Yu to flatter.

"You don't have to be polite." Yang Ming's eyes swept around, and said lightly, "You follow General Ben to the death, if you are injured, I will naturally have the obligation to treat you, and in the future, a special medical team will be set up in the army, everyone usually has a cold and cough, and is injured and injured in wartime, there will be treatment!" ”

"I am willing to die for the general!"

In front of the position, the sergeants of the fourth company were cleaning the battlefield, under the leadership of the squad leaders, the sergeants picked up armor and swords, dragged the dead horses, cut the heads, searched the property, Xie Qingyuan stood silently, in front of him, two sergeants took shovels to dig a pit in the frozen soil on the ground, the body of the rear Jin Zuoling was carried into the pit, the armor was complete, and his waist knife was placed beside him, the sergeant waved the shovel and shoveled the soil to the face of the leader of Nazuo, and the mighty face gradually disappeared, A few wisps of whiskers fluttered in the crevices of the clods.

Xie Qingyuan was silent, raised his head and looked into the distance, but saw the corpses all over the field, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance, his thoughts couldn't help but return to the dawn outside Zunhua City, and the scene he saw struggling out of the death line. Xie Qingyuan reached into his arms and secretly stroked the silver bracelet, the begonia pattern and the Yangwen inscription on the bracelet rubbed against the skin of his fingers, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation in his heart.

A team of sergeants passed by Xie Qingyuan carrying the cane materials obtained from cleaning the battlefield, and the squad leader led by him saluted Xie Qingyuan with a fist, Xie Qingyuan retracted his thoughts, nodded slightly, and his sharp gaze suddenly fell on a sergeant in the queue.

"Take out what's in your arms!" Xie Qingyuan said coldly, his voice was not loud, but it looked extremely stern.

The sergeant was startled, his face flushed, his lips were unable to speak, so he reached into his bosom and took out a few pieces of silver.

"Have you forgotten the discipline you emphasized in last night's meeting?" Xie Qingyuan reprimanded the sergeant in a low voice, "Fortunately, I found out, if it was discovered by the general, what does the general think of our fourth company?" What do you think of me? ”

The sergeant's face was flushed with shame, and he fell to his knees with a thud, and whispered, "The little one knows that he is wrong, please forgive the company commander, then ......" The squad leader and several other sergeants looked sideways at the sergeant, and some people also whispered for him to intercede.

"Get up, go about your business, and don't do these embarrassing things."

Xie Qingyuan has been in the army all his life, and he has seen a lot of these chickens and dogs in the Ming army, and he saw the strangeness in the arms of the sergeant at a glance just now. If it was changed in the past, he would have turned a blind eye to these things and was too lazy to care, but since joining Yang Ming's team, he has real food and real money, meat for meals, and there has been no deduction and torture from top to bottom, and the various styles he feels are very different from those of the Ming Army, so he has also taken it seriously and implemented the discipline emphasized by Yang Ming to the letter.

After finishing the treatment of wounded soldiers, Yang Ming left the treatment center and returned to the Chinese army, but saw Yunqiu holding an HK416 rifle in her hand, looking into the distance in a daze, the sun on the horizon had turned west, the golden sunlight shone on her face, and the colorful and changing colors of the Oakey goggles covered her eyes, but she still couldn't hide the desolate color at the corners of her mouth.

"Yunqiu, you have worked hard today." Yang Ming stretched out his hand to touch Yun Qiu's shoulder, and looked in the direction she was looking at, only to see that the battlefield under the sunset was desolate, and the smell of blood was faintly wafting in the air.

"The mountains and rivers have turned desolate, and the new battlefield has been fishy. The horses are silent, and the sun is set outside the city of Jizhou. ”

Yang Ming chanted lightly, Yun Qiu turned his head to look at him, took off his goggles, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, and buried his face in Yang Ming's shoulder socket.

"Yang Ming, I believe it now, the battlefield you have seen is much more tragic than the one I have seen."

Yun Qiu is not a sentimental person, and she doesn't understand poetry very well, but the tragedy of the battlefield in front of her is obviously too much beyond her previous understanding.

Yang Ming lowered his head and gently rubbed Yun Qiu's face, silent, what Yun Qiu said reminded him of the scene of the AC130 air gunboat attacking the ground in the previous world, that is to use the 105 howitzer as a machine gun to bombard the ground from the sky, if there is an AC130 crossing over, the enemy ground force of this size today can be completely annihilated in just a few minutes, and the battlefield situation after annihilation is much more tragic than the one in front of him.