Northeast of Mashhad, the Tang people marched eastward, annihilating more than half of the Ghaznavids in a short battle. This result was unexpected but reasonable, and most of the people in the main camp who knew the inside story lamented the man who had affected the whole battle.

At this time, far away in the southeast of the camp two hundred and fifty kilometers away in a straight line, an unnoticed valley, the valley was full of flowers, lush vegetation, thousands of horses roamed comfortably in the valley, several key entrance heights, there were some soldiers wearing black armor (the yellow leather part was discolored because of the blood staining), patrolling the surroundings, deep in the valley, an entrance hidden in the depths of the grass and trees, Lao Luo was inspecting all the soldiers who had been wounded a few days ago.

The space inside the cave is very high and very open, and there are many spaces like this in this area, and in later generations, this kind of cave is a very much-used Tibetan cave for civilian guerrilla warfare, and sometimes even ground-penetrating missiles are useless. In this era, this kind of cave was used as a treasure hiding place, which was the shelter of some horse thieves, because of various folklore and fear of darkness, there were usually no civilians willing to visit, so this kind of place became the best place for Lao Luo to garrison.

Although the Hari River is a short distance to the south, the cave is dry inside, and there are many torches made of butter and rags tied to sticks around the walls of the cave - the limestone cave is well connected in all directions, and there is no shortage of upward ventilation holes.

Most of the caves made up of lava terrain are interconnected, and in this kind of continuous hollow cave in the mountain, it is not known how many large and small caves there are. According to the size and location of the caves that have been explored, Lao Luo arranged a rest area, a storage area, a toilet, a dining area, and a repair area for wounded soldiers...... Of course, this kind of place is certainly not as good as the outside world, but at least it can provide a safe place for the seriously injured to recuperate.

"Kan Rokuro, how do your legs feel?" Lao Luo had already walked around the wounded area for almost a while, and this one in front of him was an unlucky boy, who was slashed in the thigh by the Ghaznavid with a scimitar, and if it wasn't for the armor defense, when the cavalry charged at high speed, his leg could be cut off entirely.

Of course, because every soldier has a tourniquet and has learned simple ways to save themselves, they have not lost their lives due to excessive blood loss.

"Lord, can my leg be saved? I still want to kill the enemy with the general! Kan Liulang looked crying and mourning, he was one of the seventeen people who were seriously injured during the ** war, if he hadn't desperately grabbed the reins of the horse, I am afraid that he would have fallen off the horse and been trampled to death. Now that his wounds were healed, he feared that he would not be able to fight, because it was a pleasure to fight with this general, and the feeling of riding on a horse and cutting off the enemy's head with a scimitar was so refreshing.

Lao Luo took a serious look at the recovery of this Han boy's wound, this kid's wound was the last thing he dealt with, the knife on the thigh was slid longitudinally along the thigh bone, but it did not hurt too much muscle tissue, after the blood vessels were sutured, the skin was sutured, and there was no large-scale infection that he was worried about before (because the wound infection caused by knife rust was the biggest cause of battlefield death in this period), of course, maybe it was the saline disinfection and the like when suturing was done in place, maybe it was the disease resistance of people in this era was better, In general, there should be no major problems.

"There is not much edema, it is estimated that the problem is not big, you need to recuperate for at least half a month, you can't run and jump for a month, and then you have to take medicine to recuperate, but it will inevitably be sore when it rains on a cloudy day in the future." It's okay to go to war again, but aren't you afraid of getting hurt again? Lao Luo replaced the gauze on Kan Liulang's legs, re-wrapped it, and said very casually.

Even if he wins people's hearts, Lao Luo doesn't bother to do anything with a low-lying expression, he values the blood of these Tang people, but he will not change himself because he needs them.

It is said that Lao Luo's hard temper is difficult to get close to, and the cold face that rejects people thousands of miles away makes people feel intimidated when they look at it. But in this era, in this group of soldiers, he is the backbone of everyone, the guys who were originally gladiators have regarded Lao Luo as a god, and the other 1,800 Tang soldiers of the cavalry academy plus the soldiers of different races in the scout battalion have also begun to change to Lao Luo's loyal fans under the influence of facts and ears.

So Kan Liulang's answer was, "What is there to be afraid of being injured, it is the ability to cut off the heads of a few more Turks with the general!" ”

"That's right, Rokuro said it well, you won't suffer if you cut off a few more Turkic heads!"

"Well said, the damned Turks won't let us go home, cut off their heads!"

“……”

There are soldiers in charge of care, and there are also guys who are also injured and lying on the stone slab like Kan Liulang, as long as they are not killed in their hands and feet or on the spot, and the rest of the serious injuries as long as the bleeding is stopped, the wounds are stitched, and then the lack of nutrition is deficient, these guys with outstanding physique recover quickly.

The soldiers had limited knowledge and were too lazy to figure out the classification of the tribes of the steppe - in fact, the tribes of the steppe changed every ten years, especially the small tribes, which were probably shorter and no one could tell for sure how they were defined, so they called all the people with black turbans Turks. In their opinion, the guys who stand in the way of their return to the East deserve to die, and they all deserve to have their heads cut off.

"Shut up, be honest and heal your wounds, heal your wounds, and see how I clean up you bastards, I didn't cut off a few enemies' heads, but I wounded myself!" Seeing these injured guys shouting and drinking, they were all excited, this is not good for recuperation, Lao Luo roared, and quickly stopped them.

A few guys who were struggling to sit up wrapped in bandages hurriedly lay down honestly, and made faces at each other, etc., these soldiers were not very old, the youngest was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and they were still middle school students in later generations, but in this era, they were already the breadwinners of every family.

In the battle a few days ago, the lightly wounded were basically fine, seventeen were seriously wounded, four died too late to be treated, eight of Kan Liulang were completely stable and waiting to recover, and the remaining five were a little troublesome, and now they were silent on the other side of the cave - they lost their hands and feet respectively.

In this era, lack of hands and feet means that they have completely lost the ability to take care of themselves, and they belong to the waste people that no one wants, even their families may dislike them, so many people who have no hands and feet on the battlefield often simply give themselves a knife, so as not to drag down their families.

Is it cruel? No, that's just the most basic of the decade.

"Liao San, Wang Kuo, Zhang Shouyi, Liu Si, Meng Xian, how are you?" Lao Luo walked in front of a few guys who lacked hands and feet, these surgeries with broken hands and feet were all done by him, and he couldn't do the restoration of stumps like later generations, but Lao Luo could still do ligating blood vessels, removing bone spurs, and suturing wounds.

"The general ......" several people were lying on the stone slab bed, although their faces were good, but they were obviously depressed. In response to Lao Luo, it was Wang Kuo who had his left foot crushed by a horse and fractured, his muscles and bones had turned into mud, and amputation was the best way to save his life.

Lao Luo frowned, looked around carefully, and found that there was no wound infection, and he was suddenly a little annoyed, "You idiots, if you lack hands and feet, you don't have a head, are you depressed or not a man?" ”

"But...... I lost my leg and became lame...... "It's not that Wang Kuo and these people don't have courage, it's really a matter of knowledge, they can't think of how to survive in the future - they can't carry water and chop wood for their families like this, aren't they just wasters?"

Lao Luo is angry and funny, too, blame himself for not making things clear, several amputation and suture surgeries were done by him, when doing the operation, he took into account, just getting a wheelchair crutches and the like is a simple job, but if you want to make these disabled soldiers live better, he still needs to think of another way. Ceramic joints and the like don't even think about it in this era, but it's not difficult to make a few "blade warriors" with a little special steel.

Thinking of it, he said, Lao Luo has nothing to avoid, "Okay, don't be sad, go back and call someone to make a few iron hands and steel feet for you to load, maybe it will be better than your original goods." ”

What the original meant, a few soldiers didn't understand, but the iron hands and steel feet understood, "Is it really done, general?" ”

"Nonsense! When did General Ben fool you bastards? Big, if you don't have hands and feet, you're not a man? "It's not that Lao Luo is bluffing people with empty words, the psychology of the injured and sick is generally fragile, and he uses this way of speaking to cheer up these wounded soldiers, "Wang Kuo is missing a left foot, so he won't delay riding, right?" If your legs are good, you should swing a knife and cut people! Liu Si is missing a hand, when the time comes, I will get you a few kits that can be put on your arm, long knives, short hammers, rakes, sickles, whatever you want, you can help your grandpa harvest the crops! ”

"Really? ...... "Liu Si is a filial son, the old father at home likes to farm like the stubborn Dou Mill, and he enters Lao Luo's barracks for his own preferences, but the things at home are not things that can be given up when you become a soldier."

Lao Luo didn't bother to pay attention to them, this kind of thing was enough to say once, and explaining too much would make these guys who were psychologically fragile because of their injuries suspicious. "What you have to do now is to take care of your body, don't get it out when the time comes, your body is too weak to lift, that's really a waste!"

For those who are soldiers, the method of agitation is always better than good words and comfort, and the spirit of a few missing hands and feet is suddenly much better.

The soldiers who have died in battle, Lao Luo has no way to bring them back to life, but to deal with the wounded soldiers, he, a person from later generations, is far more thoughtful than the people of this era.

After taking care of the wounded soldiers, he walked out of the cave, only to find that it was already dark, and the direction of the cave entrance was just towards the northwest, which was the direction of the main camp of the east, and it was a lie to say that he was not worried about the safety there, but at this time, for the Tang people traveling eastward, taking a step back was waiting for death, and when he had arranged all the details, he was still attacked by the enemy, so it was not worth Lao Luo's attention.

Back in the cave, when he was looking for a place to eat at the location of the "restaurant", the soldiers reported to Lao Luo that Alker had returned with the scout campers.