With the addition of the Demon Army, not only was the work of laying out the curtains completed, but also thirty-five new tents were sorted out. Patients who had been confined to their own tents are being integrated into the new tents.

The newly formed medics were still shuttling around the camp, and twenty-eight more medical tents still needed to be cleared.

Zhang Que rode around the camp.

Nonstop.

The background behind him ranged from the raging fires of burning clothes everywhere, to the boiling cauldrons that were constantly boiling with huge steam, to the new medical tents that dozens of people climbed high and low, knocked and pulled, and dotted with stretchers that were constantly changing on the way.

In front of and behind him, there were all anxious and solemn faces that were unwilling to give up.

At this moment, the three imperial doctors in front of him, two of them stood with their hands down, and one was tied.

It's really tied up.

Zhang Que personally untied the person, said a few soft words, and coerced him again.

The three men covered their faces and went into the medical tent.

As soon as he had sent the people, the books of the people of each battalion were handed to him.

Zhang Que opened it to take a closer look, and his brows gradually twisted into a rope.

In the camp, two military doctors and three imperial doctors, a total of five people, were required to take charge of thirteen medical tents each, and each person was responsible for about 6,500 patients.

Twelve hours a day, twelve teas at one hour, two incense sticks for one tea, five points for one incense, and six snaps of fingers.

These five medical officers did not eat, drink, or sleep day and night, and they only saw more than 2,000 patients a day.

Therefore, the real-time monitoring of patients by good workers at the bottom has become extremely important.

Further down, the big tent of five hundred people, twenty people in a row, a total of twenty-five rows. It takes 1,625 experienced workers to look at a row for one person. And that's not even counting the number of people actually needed to change shifts.

At present, there are only 40 good workers under the military doctor.

This hanging gap makes people feel powerless and a little depressed.

After the Eighth Battalion of the Demon Army was formed, 1,000 people were currently transferred to temporarily form a medical corps.

Even if a good worker has one medical tent and manages twenty-four medical soldiers, there is still a huge shortfall in sixty-five tents.

And this is already the limit of all the forces in Luohe at present.

Not to mention the shortage of other combat power.

In too many places, there is no arrangement for the replacement of people, and one person can use two or even three people. Many soldiers have been on duty at their posts for two days and one night.

What awaits them when they are exhausted and unavailable?

A riot in which no one was able to maintain stability in the city.

Outside the city, no one was fortified against the fall.

Zhang Que could almost see the corpses all over the field two days later, and the tragic situation of Luohe like purgatory in the world.

How can this endure......

He clutched the manual, his fingertips still trembling under the restraint of his efforts.

He was nothing more than a second-class guard directly under the lieutenant.

The lord of the city entrusted him with a heavy responsibility mostly because he knew about the private soldiers and was his own person who could be trusted.

But what else can he do besides implementing dispatch and cooperating with the battalions......

"Report ——!"

The communication soldiers all cleaved their throats, Zhang Que looked back, and saw the other party pointing at the gate of the big camp not far away with a hoarse voice and exclaimed excitedly, "The city lord has returned to the camp!" ”

He rode on his horse and looked into the distance, and saw that under the sunset, a mink fur cloak hunted with the cold wind, and the people under the cloak were hurrying forward towards the camp.

And behind her, there are thousands of troops.

The sunset is a shadow, one by one the heads are sandwiched between the heads, dense and there is no end in sight, they march in a military formation, their faces are covered with cloth scarves, but they hold their heads high, and their steps are neat, as if they want to break through the world and sweep all things, and the momentum is magnificent.

He felt a shock in his chest.

It was as if I heard the drums beating.

Only for a moment, Zhang Que returned to his senses and rode his horse to greet him, and finally felt that the clouds were clear, and the warmth in his chest flowed, smooth and pleasant.

Where did she get so many people??!!!

Unfortunately, this surprise did not last long. By the time he dismounted, only the first half had been left.

He recognized the leader behind the Shaohua County Lord.

I don't even know whether to call them the army or not.

"Little Sparrow, when you are in charge?!" Cheng Houli rubbed Zhang Que on his head when he saw it. He had already changed out of his prison uniform, put on a cloth suit, wiped his face indiscriminately, removed the shackles on his ankles, and moved freely. The same is true for other repeat offenders.

Jiang Linglong coughed twice.

Forget it, with the current conditions, we can't keep a proper distance, and we can't avoid contact between people.

Zhang Que felt that his spine was numb for a while, and after saluting Jiang Linglong, he bowed to Cheng Houli again, "Mr. is polite." The student was a second-class guard under the captain's account, no, he didn't become a commander. ”

"There is no official position, and I am promoted temporarily. The main thing is to be trustworthy and have a clear mind. Jiang Linglong explained for him. She saw that Zhang Que was both respectful and afraid of Cheng Houli, thinking that he might not just be a tyrant in prison.

Cheng Houli shook his head when he heard this, "His spear can't make it, and his head is very bright." Learn more about the art of war, and in the future, you can go to the north to be a military officer. ”

Zhang Que didn't even dare to say in response. He also handed over a person book to Jiang Linglong to explain the situation in the camp.

"My subordinates didn't think that they could open a prison and release people to use it." His voice was originally clear, but when he stood with Cheng Houli, his momentum was a little less, "But Mr. used to train recruits, and many people in the camp knew him." Buy his account. ”

Jiang Linglong bowed her head and immediately made a decision, "Okay." I am not as familiar with the deployment of the barracks as you are. Zhang Que, you arrange scheduling, Cheng Houli, you are a military staff member, help him watch the point. The medic and the medic are there, and I'm in charge. If you pour someone, send it over, don't care if the account is enough. ”

Cheng Houli had to make a fist.

Zhang Que was too frightened to speak.

This is not to blame him, in the face of Cheng Houli, this is an instinctive reaction of conditioned reflex.

He was his army member.

Isn't that still going to command Mr. and let him arrange military affairs later?

Just kidding.

Other gentlemen are either polite or heroic.

Only the gentleman in his Luohe camp was rude and irritable, and vicious.

Jiang Linglong ignored Zhang Que's embarrassment, and took the temple servants to the medical tent. Leave Zhang Que with a group of prisoners who have just regained the light of day.

There were more than 2,000 servants, and one medical tent was enough.

As soon as Jiang Linglong left, Zhang Que was grabbed by Cheng Houli's neck.

"First of all, sir, how many people do you have here?"

"Not much," Cheng Houli hooked shoulders with him, "There are only 15,000 people in our lion camp, is it enough?" ”

Fifteen thousand or so people can form an army.

Zhang Que was happy in his heart, but his legs and feet were still weak, "Enough, enough." ”

As he spoke, he was carried on his back all the way, and with the lion camp that was born out of nowhere, he entered the camp in a mighty way.

Xue An followed Jiang Linglong all the way, and looked back at Zhang Que before leaving, glad that he didn't miss the show.

Even the Si Huang in his hand didn't feel heavy.