The night of fighting dissipated, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when it was confirmed that the Dongnu army had indeed retreated.

This time, he was able to hold the gate and block Dongnu from entering through it, but it was a great achievement.

The atmosphere in the room was much more cheerful, and everyone talked in whispers, sweeping away the tension of yesterday.

"What about the casualties?" Chang Yuncheng asked.

These words made everyone quiet again.

"More than 600 people were wounded, and more than 200 were killed in battle." A general hurriedly replied.

This figure was hastily counted overnight, and may not be accurate, but in the end the number will definitely be more than less.

It's just one day, and the casualties are so serious, Chang Yuncheng sighed softly, while the others looked relaxed.

After every war, there are casualty statistics, which are no strangers to generals, and they are even used to it, and they are so used to it that they are numb, and those numbers are just numbers.

It's not that they're ruthless, but there's no way, life and death on the battlefield is lightning in the blink of an eye, and after the war, they are helpless if they are seriously injured or disabled, the reality is so cruel and ruthless, what can they do if they are not numb.

"Go see the wounded." Chang Yuncheng said.

Everyone was a little surprised, but immediately followed suit.

"Soldiers fight bloodily, they should go to visit and comfort." Everyone chimed in.

When Chang Yuncheng and others patrolled along the street, they saw several cauldrons set up on the street here, and water was boiling in them.

Sitting or standing under the eaves of the street were lightly wounded soldiers, and at this time, doctors dressed in white with medicine boxes on their backs were checking on them to change their dressings.

The officials who followed Chang Yuncheng became more and more surprised as they walked all the way.

There was no chaotic wailing scene after the war, although there were many people on the street, it was not chaotic, and there was some strange smell of medicine in the air, which weakened the pungent bloody breath a lot.

The most important thing is that everywhere you go. Why does it look a little clean?

It's a strange word to come up in a place where wounded soldiers gather after the war....

"Is the water in these pots for cooking?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

"No, it's for disinfection." Chang Yuncheng replied.

Disinfect?

The generals glanced at each other, and at the same time understood.

General Wu Liu, who was born in the world, is really different from these people and has a lot of knowledge.

They couldn't help but stop and watch as a soldier sitting by the wall with a wounded arm was being treated.

"Can you bear the pain?" The doctor asked.

Because anesthetics are limited and are mainly used for severe cases, this kind of injury can be treated without anesthesia.

The soldier nodded, and picked up his sword. Hold the handle of the knife in your mouth.

The doctor took out the cotton ball from the medicine box he was carrying with him and poured it on a porcelain bottle, and the cotton ball was immediately soaked.

Everyone stood close and could smell the strong smell of alcohol.

These were drunkards, and they naturally recognized it, and watched as the doctor repeatedly scrubbed the soldier's wounds with cotton. I used a lot of cotton and the wine...

Soon the doctor stopped flushing, and the generals present breathed a sigh of relief.

That's enough.

But the doctor took out another bottle...

Not done yet?

The generals' eyes widened.

I watched as the doctor poured the powder from the bottle on the soldier's wound, took out the cloth tape, and wrapped it layer by layer.

The generals breathed a sigh of relief again.

Well, this is too delicate.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and saw that the doctor took out another bottle...

And that's not all!

"It's an oral pill. Twice a day. The doctor said.

The soldier took it with trembling hands.

Still need to take medicine?

No one has ever treated these skin injuries like this, and it is already good to be able to rinse and bandage them in the past.

And take medicine?

"Someone will change your dressing in three days." The doctor said again. Then he stood up and walked quickly to the next soldier.

Oh my mother.

Seeing these generals standing still, Chang Yuncheng was a little impatient, and his eyes were eagerly searching. Glancing over the houses along the street, the woman had always been there...

"Trauma one. Trauma II. Trauma III... Critical illness one..."

Some generals also looked at the room next to them. Looking curiously at the wooden board with white characters on a red background hanging in front of the house, it was particularly conspicuous, and he couldn't help but read it.

What's this?

Chang Yuncheng had already raised his feet and walked towards the house marked with a serious illness.

The generals didn't know why, so they hurriedly followed.

"Critical one, dispensing medicine."

Two people in the room were shouting, and a large medicine box was placed in front of them.

Hearing this, three doctors who were busy in the house came over.

"There were 138 people in severe condition, 38 penicillins, and 18 bottles of saline." The first to call said, reading a piece of paper in his hand, and then handed it over, "Please check." ”

One of the three doctors took the paper, and the two shortened counted the medicine in the medicine box, and quickly nodded, and the doctor took a pen and wrote on the paper.

"It's a good thing." The two sides saluted each other, and then separated from each other.

These doctors were brought by Chang Yuncheng with the army, although everyone didn't recognize their people, but they recognized their clothes, which were completely different from the military doctors on their side.

It's righteous enough for people to come to lead the army to support, and even the doctors have brought support, which is really ashamed.

"Three people looking after thirty-eight people?" The general standing at the door asked in surprise, his expression a little serious, "Isn't this nonsense?" ”

"Yes, don't we have thirty military doctors? What are you doing? Someone immediately asked.

There are even generals who have a violent temper and scold, it is nothing more than that Lao Tzu is desperate to kill the enemy, these soft eggs and waste are useless.

Chang Yuncheng frowned and didn't speak, the doctor who delivered the medicine didn't like to listen to it.

"Don't make a noise here, your military doctors are busy with minor injuries, and they don't need them here." One said angrily.

The generals choked up when he said this.

Don't...

This sentence is even more ruthless than the ten sentences they scolded.

"Where is Qi Niangzi?" Chang Yuncheng, who had not spoken, asked.

The two doctors were busy giving respectful salutes.

"Master Shizi, Master still has another operation, which will be over in a while." They said.

Chang Yuncheng frowned again and looked at the three tents in the middle of the street not far away.

It's been a day and a night, this woman...

He hurried over to that side.

The generals didn't know why they hurriedly followed.

When I arrived at the tent, I heard a commotion.

"Master. Master. "Yueniang!" "I'll take her down!"

These two voices came out, Chang Yuncheng only felt that his heart was in arrest, and he rushed over with a sharp step.

Someone in the tent rushed out with a stretcher.

"How is she?" Chang Yuncheng looked at the woman with pale and chapped lips on it, and shouted loudly, holding Qi Yue's hand at the same time.

No one in the tent came out, Liu Pucheng had already replaced Qi Yue, bowed his head to do suturing, Zhang Tong and Ah Ru were dealing with the other wounds of the injured person, their expressions were firm. There was no panic.

"Fatigue, hanging salt water." Liu Pucheng said, "Use solid gas soup." ”

The other generals also followed, looking at them with some curiosity.

"So what do women do when they go to war?"

"Isn't that a mess?"

Someone couldn't help but say.

They didn't finish their words. Here, Chang Yuncheng had already followed the stretcher to the next room.

"Huh? Checkmate? They shouted in surprise, "What is this for?" ”

Turning his head to look around, no one answered their words, and his eyes were a little angry.

These doctors are from the camp of General Wu Liu, so they are so polite, right?

"It's out! It's out! ”

An excited voice came from a distance, and everyone looked at it in amazement. I saw an old man rushing over with a jump, followed by two or three people behind him.

"Yueniang, Yueniang, it's out!" Zhou Maochun shouted loudly. The voice trembled.

What's coming out?

The generals frowned and looked at this sloppy old man, old man woman, the person brought by the general was really strange.

The man behind the old man panted and came over, this person was familiar to the generals.

"Dr. Qiao. What are you doing here? So many wounded soldiers don't take care of them, what are you running around? A general frowned.

Qiao Minghua's face was excited at this time. There are still traces of sweat or tears on the face.

Of course, the generals felt that it was better to sweat.

"My lord, it's out!" Qiao Minghua also shouted, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"What's coming out?" The general shouted with a heavy face.

Crazy!

"My lord, the six hundred and thirty-seven injured this time have now been counted, these injured, these injured..." Qiao Minghua said in a trembling voice, he was so excited that he trembled uncontrollably, so that he couldn't say anything in the end.

Zhou Maochun pushed him away and shook the paper in his hand.

"Of the six hundred and thirty-seven injured and the three hundred and ninety-two lightly injured, all of them can be treated and healed, and half of the remaining seriously injured can be saved!" He shouted.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, and even Liu Pucheng and the others, who were concentrating on surgery inside, raised their heads, as if they didn't understand what he meant.

"What do you mean?" A general asked in a daze.

Zhou Maochun jumped in front of him in one step, his eyes widened, and his face flushed.

"What do you mean? What do you mean? Damn, 637 people, 637 wounded, more than 500 people can be rescued, more than 500 people can be healed, more than 500 people! Five hundred lives! Five hundred lives can be picked up! Five hundred lives, Lord Yama can't take it away! Five hundred! Lives! Lives! Do you fucking know what that means? He shouted as he waved the paper in his hand, foaming at the mouth.

The general was sprayed on his face, but he didn't notice it, and the whole person was shouted stupid.

Five hundred. Lives.....

What is Human? What is Human Life? How many years does it take to go from croaking to toddler to being sensitive? How many meals are you going to eat?

What is Human? What is Human Life? How many years does it take to go from an ordinary person to a warrior who can wield a knife and a gun? How many times do you have to practice? How much effort does it take?

What is Human Life? More than ten years of eating and drinking will be raised for more than ten years in the world, and more than ten years of wind and rain can be polished into a person! can be counted as a life!

The life that has survived under the tempering of heaven and earth for more than ten years can only disappear in the blink of an eye on the battlefield.

Heaven and earth are ruthless, and all things are dogs.

Now, this dog, which could have been gently crushed, has escaped!

From the sword and gun of Dongnu, from the battle on the battlefield, from the door of the palace of Hades, he walked around bloodily, and he was alive again!

A warrior who dies once is a true warrior!

What do you mean?

That means they're about to have five hundred fierce warriors! No, these five hundred warriors are no longer just five hundred, their combat strength will be more than five hundred!

What do you mean? It means...

"Lao Tzu sent it..."The general muttered, and then his face twitched, as if he had been infected by Zhou Maochun, and he raised his hand violently and waved it fiercely.

Lao Tzu is rich! (To be continued)