Different from the magnificence of Dinghu Palace, a few miles away, there were thatched huts side by side, and in one of the thatched huts, only a simple shack made of smoke holes and clay that had tamped the ground, Zhang Dazhuang was coughing convulsively while covering the torn wound in his abdomen.

Yesterday afternoon, the Son of Heaven ordered them to attack the White Wave Thief Army, and Zhang Dazhuang, who was the Son of Heaven's pro-army, did not hesitate to follow the main general Jiang Wu and lined up in the first row to defeat the thieves who dared to offend the Holy Face.

Bai Bo, who was armed with a short knife and a wooden spear, of course, could not withstand the impact of the cavalry of the Tianshui Battalion, and in less than a moment, they shattered the impact of the Bai Bo army. It's just that the cavalry in the first row rushed a little fiercely and went too deep into the enemy formation, so as soon as the cavalry impact passed, Zhang Dazhuang was forcibly pulled off the horse, and the spear was also pierced in the abdomen.

Today's Zhang Dazhuang is arranged in the wounded barracks, and in this wounded barracks, the air is humid and moldy, and the ground is cold and hard. Zhang Dazhuang's eyes were blood-red, his lips were chapped, and the fire beside him that was almost burned out gave him not heat, but more smoke. He threw himself as far as he could towards the flames, convulsing and coughing dryly, the wound on his stomach twitching, the blood trickling down the quilt and down to the ground, the dried blood coagulating into a brownish-black hard spot.

"You, such a big hole in your stomach, and you are still moving, it is really not worrying." Pressing Zhang Dazhuang, who wanted to get up, the bell doctor turned around, his face full of folds and pimples, like an old tree root.

Doctor Ling, also known as the doctor who walks the prescription, usually travels around the major villages to practice medicine, and he is forcibly dragged into the barracks to bandage the wounds of the wounded soldiers and boil some herbs.

The old doctor was tinkering with some unknown herbs, preparing to change the dressing for the wounded soldiers.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the hut, and in the midst of shouts and shouts, they only heard the shouts of "Long live the Son of Heaven".

"Your Majesty is here, old doctor, help me up quickly." Zhang Dazhuang pressed the wound violently with one hand, and supported it with all his strength with the other, wanting to get up and go out to meet the Son of Heaven.

"Hey~~~ Hey, you Qiang baby, don't want to die!" The old bell doctor raised his dead bark-like hand and pressed down the wounded soldier who was weak.

"I'm not a Qiang, I'm Han!" Zhang Dazhuang was weak and had no strength to resist at this time, so he could only lie on the bed under pressure.

In the hut, the other soldiers who were less injured rolled up and ran out of the hut; One of the Son of Heaven's pro-army, who had been slashed in the buttocks, moved his legs vigorously, swayed out of the door with a wail, and just walked to the door of the thatched hut with difficulty, he saw a young man in a dragon robe surrounded by everyone, and the stars came to this side like a moon.

"Meet Your Majesty~~~Hiss~~~ Oops!!"

The hole in his ass pulled the ground wider as he bowed down, and the heart-rending pain almost made him faint.

"If you are injured, why be polite." The warm voice of the Son of Heaven made him vibrate, and the wound seemed to be blown by the breeze, and it was cold.

The Son of Heaven lifted the soldier with his butt up: "What's your name?" Where are the people? Is the injury severe? ”

The soldier raised his slightly pointed chin, had a slightly flat nose, and had a hemorrhoid with three hairs on his cheek. This ugly face made him disgusted by people, especially those who were high up and down. But the Son of Heaven in front of him looked at him, and there was no trace of disgust in his eyes, but he cared for him softly.

Moved, excited, excited, happy and many other emotions came up, so that he who has always been grinning and not afraid of death was at a loss, scratching his head all the time, and stammering "I~~~" in his mouth.

"Help him go up and rest, Doctor Xu, help him look at the wound." Of course, Liu Xie knew the inner feelings of this more prominent soldier at the moment.

In the enlightened future generations, the heavens ~ the **oss under the grassroots inspection, ordinary people who are not excited and incoherent? As for saying that he looks stumbling, rest in peace, there will be some stars in the future, isn't it the uglier the more famous!

Xu Xuantian is the chief doctor, in charge of Xiaoting medicine, he didn't wake up early in the morning, he received an order from the Son of Heaven, and brought hundreds of medical workers to the barracks.

Signaling that the seriously wounded soldiers did not need to be polite to lie down, Liu Xie walked into the thatched hut and saw that the fire had burned out, and only a pile of charcoal remained.

It was still smoking and needed to be filled with firewood.

After adding a few pieces of firewood, the temperature in the house slowly warmed up, and the arrival of the Son of Heaven made the sick people in the hut feel the warmth of spring.

Liu Xie waved his hand, and more than a dozen medical workers hurriedly treated the wounded soldiers in the house.

Among the many sick people, one of them still attracted Liu Xie's attention, the man covered the wound with his cracked hands with yellow nails, his sunken cheeks covered with brown stubble, and strands of dirty hair hung down on his green eyes.

This is a Hu soldier, or a Han with Hu blood. He was half-lying, convulsing and coughing, but his green eyes were full of longing when he looked at the Son of Heaven.

"What's your name? But the Qiang? ”

Seeing the Son of Heaven pointing at him, Zhang Dazhuang puffed up his chest: "Your Majesty, my surname is Zhang, my name is Da Zhuang, and I am from Tianshui County." I follow my father, who is Han, but my mother is a Qiang. ”

The Son of Heaven nodded slightly: "Whether it is a Han or a Hu person, they are all brothers in the same family when they enter my military camp." Then he said: "As my own pro-army, you bravely broke through the enemy's formation yesterday afternoon, and you are really a brave warrior. ”

"Gongda, pass on my will, each pro-army will be rewarded with ten yuan, and those who are lightly injured will be added twenty times, and those who are seriously injured will be added another twenty times."

Xun You listened to the reward of the Son of Heaven, almost bit his tongue, this is close to 100,000 yuan, before he can get the words of advice, and listen to the Son of Heaven said: "The other wounded soldiers in the army will be rewarded with 20 yuan, and the injured people will be exempted from the medicine money, and each family will be given another load of food." ”

10,000 yuan was rewarded like this, the Son of Heaven didn't even blink, Xun Gongda on the side saw the shouts of the wounded soldiers, and suddenly felt that all this was worth it, so he didn't say anything more and took the order.

Calling the soldiers who knelt down to thank him, Liu Xie looked at the Han people with bearded appearances: "If you are a Han person, you must have a name and a name." ”

"If you are a loyal and brave man, then I will give you the name of loyalty, the word Weihan."

"Zhang Zhong, Zhang Weihan~~~" The yellowed nails were covered with black mud, and Da Zhuang scratched his scalp and safely took the name of the Son of Heaven.

"Your Majesty, I don't have a word?"

"Holy Lord, I am also ~~~"

"Fart, old Li Tou, you're forty years old, and you haven't said a word yet!"

"I don't get the word well, it's called a dog belt, I want Your Majesty to take a good one, no~~~"

In the barracks, the most lively thing is the coaxing. Once there is a coax, no one can stop it, and sometimes even military discipline will be ignored by them, so sometimes they will rape and plunder, and sometimes they can be brave and not afraid of death.

"Hehe, don't worry, come one by one." The Son of Heaven is still so breezy and calm.