Shi Nian and Lin Ji glanced at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes!

"I'll drop a good one, ten arrows at a time! This is simply a weapon to defend the city! Mu Qing, brother loves you more and more! Shi Nian exaggeratedly wanted to hug Mu Qingli, but Mu Qingli dodged him.

Lin Ji solemnly took the drawings, his dark and square face was full of solemnity: "Battalion Commander Mu trusts Lin Ji so much, Lin Ji will definitely do his best to live up to his mission!" ”

Lin Ji faintly felt that Mu Qingli was not a simple character, although he was young, he could benefit the Zhendong Army a lot from any ideas he proposed, and over time, he would become a generational figure!

Mu Qingli smiled and nodded, she had a good impression of Lin Ji, in addition to the resonance caused by her being about the same age as her in her previous life, he also had a good skill and a modest attitude, so Mu Qing called him a big brother sincerely.

"Brother Lin, you can hand over the overseer of the ten-stone crossbow to someone you trust, so that you can concentrate on the study of the repeater, the repeater is more suitable for defending the city than the ten-stone crossbow."

Mu Qingli was very confident in Lin Ji, and it could be seen from the fact that when making the Ten Stone Crossbow, he could penetrate the mechanism as quickly as possible.

Lin Ji nodded and smiled kindly: "I know the severity, Camp Chief Mu can rest assured." ”

Mu Qingli's eyebrows curled, and she nodded with satisfaction and left, she didn't need to worry about the follow-up things, Shi Nian would arrange it.

Next, the first place where the reserve battalion needs to be renovated is the wounded barracks. Mu Qingli thought of the current scene in the wounded barracks, and her brows couldn't help frowning, it was really ...... Too bad!

Mu Qingli and Shi Nian went to the wounded barracks for the first time, but they didn't expect the wounded barracks to be so dirty and messy!

A large tent of 100 square meters was crowded with wounded soldiers of all kinds, seriously injured and unable to move, lying on simple beds made of bricks and wooden planks, and most of the others were lying on the ground, with a layer of hay spread under them; and all kinds of garbage are discarded on the ground, and occasionally rats are unscrupulously weaving through them; The only vent in the tent was the curtain that had been lifted from the door, which caused the air inside the tent to be muddy, and the smell of blood, must, and muddy water on the ground was mixed together, making it difficult for anyone who entered it to breathe and wanted to leave immediately.

Mu Qingli, a person who is not a doctor, knows that such a turbid environment is not conducive to the recovery of the wounded, but is extremely intentional about causing wound infection and increasing the mortality rate. Mu Qingli dared to conclude that if it was Ling's surgeon here, he would have to be so angry that he would have to use the scalpel to settle accounts with Zhao Ziyi.

When Mu Qingli came to the tent of the first wounded barracks, it happened that the medical soldier was dealing with a wounded soldier whose thigh was cut, and when she saw that the medical soldier was about to sprinkle grass and wood ashes on the wound after untying the bandage, she was frightened and shouted: "What are you doing!" Stop now! ”

The voice was so loud that the people in the whole tent looked over, Shi Nian was also startled by Mu Qingli's rare fierceness, he just wanted to say something, Mu Qingli had already strode forward, slapped off the grass and wood ash in the hand of the medical soldier, and asked with red eyes: "Are you going to kill him?" Sprinkle all this mess on the wound? ”

The doctor was a seventeen or eighteen young man, although Mu Qingli looked much younger than him, but Mu Qingli's angry look made him couldn't help but be afraid, he shrank his head, and said weakly: "This is what Mu Lao explained...... All wounds are sprinkled with plant ash like this, and that's how we've always treated them. ”

The wounded soldier on the ground who was interrupted to treat his wounds nodded and agreed: "Yes, our wounds have always been treated like this. ”

The people around him also nodded in agreement.