Sun Ce wanted to use Dian Wei's strength to find out what grade his martial arts were, but the result was not satisfactory. He defeated Dian Wei, but Dian Wei at this moment is not Dian Wei on the battlefield. His murderous aura was still there, but the situation was different, and his reaction was like two people, but he didn't realize it. If he was on the battlefield, it would be impossible for Dian Wei to go around his flank to attack, and the seemingly subtle difference determined the nature of the battlefield and the amusement ground.

Therefore, although Dian Wei admired Sun Ce's martial arts so much that he perfectly fulfilled the task of setting off Sun Ce's glorious image, Sun Ce was still very resentful. He forced Dian Wei to fight again and again, until he used Dian Wei's knife to chop a pair of Dian Wei's iron halberds into firewood sticks.

Dian Wei once again surrendered to Sun Ce's vision. When Sun Ce said at the beginning that he couldn't do this against the halberd, he was still unconvinced, but now he is convinced. The knife and halberd were both made by a blacksmith, but the halberd was cut to pieces by the knife, but the knife only broke a few times, which is enough to prove that Sun Ce's eye for distinguishing weapons is more amazing than his martial arts.

Discernment is a very magical science, and only those who are knowledgeable and well-informed can do it. Dian Wei had only heard of it, but he had never seen it with his own eyes. Now that he finally saw it, he was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, and he was even more outstanding in martial arts, which made him can't help but express his admiration.

For the worship of Dian Wei, Sun Ce was speechless. He knows how to distinguish a fart, he just has a certain understanding of the level of science and technology in this era.

The appearance of Dian Wei further shattered Sun Ce's illusions in magical martial arts, but it did not mean that Dian Wei was worthless. As a ranger who has been begging for a living on the rivers and lakes since he was very young, countless life-and-death battles have determined that his martial arts will not have any fancy, all of them are the most practical moves, and his personal talent is really good. It is rare to have great strength, but it is not only possible to use double halberds and long knives so well. As the saying goes, a single knife looks at the hand, two knives look away, it is much more difficult to fight with both hands than with a single hand, Dian Wei has not worshiped a famous teacher, all by himself, which is enough to show that he is talented in martial arts.

His shortcomings are brought about by his family background, he has no knowledge, no theoretical gaps, and he does not have enough social status and economic conditions to visit martial artists with inheritance.

Sun Ce is not a famous teacher, but he can provide theories, and there is a father who is equally superb in martial arts but has more experience, and if he gathers all the conditions, he may be able to raise Dian Wei's martial arts to a higher level.

"Give me three years to let you be reborn and become a generation of grandmasters." Sun Ce patted Dian Wei's shoulder and said seriously. The expression is very awesome, but the posture is a little awkward. He is nearly eight feet tall, which is already much taller than ordinary people, but Dian Wei is half a head taller than him, a full eight feet and seven inches, and this posture of patting the shoulder is a bit laborious.

"Whoa." Dian Wei bowed down to receive the order and bent down ninety degrees, so that Sun Ce could shoot more easily.

"You ......," Sun Ce pointed to Lin Feng and Beidou Feng. Fight him, win, continue to be your captain, lose, he is the captain. ”

Lin Feng and Beidou Feng glanced at each other and rolled their eyes in unison. They had already fought with Dian Wei on the battlefield, Beidou Feng supported two moves, and Lin Feng was a little better, holding up three moves. As soon as the connoisseurs stretched out their hands, they knew that they were not Dian Wei's opponents, and it was boring to look for them. It's just that Sun Ce let a warrior who had just surrendered be his personal guard, and he wanted him to be in charge of the personal guard battalion, which was a bit hasty.

Lin Feng reminded quietly: "Captain, we admit that we are not his opponent, but he has just arrived, is it better to familiarize yourself with the situation?" ”

Sun Ce understood what Lin Feng meant and nodded. "It's fine. In this way, Dian-kun, from now on, you will follow me. ”

Dian Wei was grateful. He just hasn't read a book, and he's not stupid, so how can he not hear Lin Feng's words. But Sun Ce insisted on letting him stay by his side, and this bearing was enough to move him. He has been fighting under Zhao Pet for so long, and Zhao Pet has always treated him as a wrestler, let him hold the flag, and did not say that he would be in charge of the personal guard battalion. As soon as Sun Ce met, he asked him to be his personal guard, and the gap was too big.

"I am willing to serve the captain of the school." Dian Wei fell to his knees on one leg, his hands clenched into fists, and raised above his head.

Seeing this, Lin Feng had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and exchange a look of relief and some loss with Beidou Feng. It's a good thing that Sun Ce has a bearing, but being overwhelmed by a newcomer, they are somewhat depressed. Young people in their early twenties, who don't have a little vanity. But Dian Wei's strength is here, they can't win at all, and they can only endure it if they are not convinced.

Cleaning up the battlefield after the war is a very tedious job, not only a large number of materials must be sorted out, but also corpses and blood stains must be cleaned up, otherwise the corpses will decompose and cause an epidemic. Nanyang and Xiangyang are both places where Sun Ce wants to build a base, and he doesn't want a big epidemic to happen. The bodies of the enemy's soldiers were buried on the spot, and the bodies of the soldiers had to be brought back and buried in their hometowns as much as possible. The Han people believe that even if they die in battle, they must be sent back to their hometown for burial whenever possible, so that they can be buried in the ground.

In addition, the wounds of the wounded soldiers should also be treated in a timely manner. For Sun Ce, he didn't need to do work such as burying corpses, but he had to do it himself. This is what his father Sun Jian repeatedly told him before leaving the camp, and Zhou Yu also specially reminded him. To become a famous general, these details must not be neglected, no one is willing to work for the high-ranking people, only those who mingle with the soldiers can be supported by the soldiers. The most famous example is, of course, Wu Qi smoking gangrene for a wounded soldier, which is not a joke, of course, there are only a handful of people who can really do it.

But let's be honest, the wounded barracks are really not a place for people. Not only was there blood all over the ground, but there were bloody wounds everywhere, and all I heard in my ears was painful moans and wails, and the smell of blood was so strong that people wanted to vomit it was unbearable. Sun Ce secretly complained that the military camp in this era was like a pigsty before, but now he knows that compared with the wounded barracks, the barracks in peacetime are already very tidy.

It is no wonder that the celebrities of the Wei and Jin dynasties looked down on the warriors, and refused to condescend even if they commanded the army to fight, which was indeed too far from their elegance of chanting the wind and the moon. Of course, this also determines that it is difficult for them to become famous players, and they rarely win battles.

Standing in front of a wounded man who had a broken leg but had to walk, and roared in pain when he took a step, Sun Ce endured the vomiting sensation in his heart, squatted down, looked at the hastily bandaged wound, and called the medical craftsman in the army.

"Why don't you go on a splint?"

"Clamp ...... Board? The healer looked confused.

Sun Ce was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that although the splint was very simple, it was really not at this time, at least it was not common, and it was not until more than a hundred years later that Ge Hong recorded this technique in the medical book. In this era, the channels for the dissemination of knowledge were not smooth, and in addition to the Confucian classics, other learning received limited attention, and Confucian scholars would not be interested in recording such trivial things as splints.

"You sit down." Sun Ce gestured to the wounded soldier.

The soldier was a little nervous, and Dian Wei stepped forward, took him with one hand, and led him to the mound next to him and sat down. Sun Ce asked people to take a few pieces of bamboo, sharpen them with the dagger he carried, and asked the doctor to correct the broken leg, clamp it with bamboo pieces, and then tie it with a cloth. He had received first aid training before, but he had never practiced it, and it was a bit of a scramble to do it from memory. However, the doctors and soldiers on the side watched it with relish, no matter whether this method was beneficial to the recovery of the injury, at least the wounded man did not have to drag his broken leg to walk.

"Tell everyone about this method, not only the doctors, but also the soldiers, and the more you know, the better." Sun Ce stood up and looked around. "Saving a person is not only saving a warrior, but also saving a family."

"Whoa!" The soldiers responded with a bang.

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