As the commander of the first army, Yuan Chonghuan attaches so much importance to the idea of a small soldier, and sometimes even has to change his ways to trick his words, to be honest, even he feels weird.

But there is no way, as soon as this kid appeared, he brought a great surprise to the big guys.

And in the subsequent relationship, many ideas that seemed to be unintentionally said proved to be amazingly accurate, especially the changes brought by the artillery carriage to this war, which is not an exaggeration to describe it as "great meritorious".

But this time, Yuan Chonghuan felt that this kid was obviously worried.

Joke! Jiannu didn't go to the sea without a piece of wood, just one Phi Island Mao Wenlong made that group of landlubbers anxious, and dared to drive horses into the sea and attack Juehua? If that's the case, I'm afraid even the Sea Dragon King won't let them go, right?

Therefore, when Yuan Chonghuan heard Huang Chongzhen say the worry in his heart, he laughed, only said, "Don't worry, it's impossible", then turned around and left, and patted him on the shoulder again before leaving to show comfort.

Huang Chongzhen heard a hint of pride from Yuan Chonghuan's laughter and his high-spirited back.

Looking at his back as he quickly moved away surrounded by his personal guards, Huang Chongzhen sighed lightly, and said secretly in a bit of frustration: "No matter what kind of feats I achieve, I am too soft-spoken!" ”

Thinking of this, Huang Chongzhen stretched out his hand to caress the quaint hilt of the "Ruqin" sword, which had not been unsheathed for a long time, and pondered whether to show it to Yuan Chonghuan, who had long been curious about it.

"I know you care about the world, but Juehua is really fine!"

Zhou Ji appeared at the right time and hugged his shoulders, which also dispelled his thoughts, and he was also very grateful to this Jinzhou soldier who had only known him for a month, and could support him so unreservedly.

Although there are nearly 20,000 Ming soldiers and civilians on Juehua Island, even if they are all slaughtered by the Jiannu who landed on the island, it will not have too much impact on the four words "Ningyuan Great Victory".

As long as Yuan Chonghuan writes a eulogy to express his sadness and regret, the glory that belongs to him will not be discounted in the slightest, and he will still be recommended as the governor of Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty, which has not been set up for a long time.

Ning Yuanjun will still be built into an iron-like Guan Ning Army with his efforts, and in the next ten years, it will become a strong force of the Ming Dynasty's outer imperial Jiannu and the inner level.

Then, under the leadership of Wu Sangui, he fell into the abyss and was annihilated in the long river of history......

It's a bit of a pity.

Moreover, Huang Chongzhen has received an extremely good education of family and country feelings from the 22nd century since he was a child, and he still feels extremely unwilling to give up, and he still wants to fight for the compatriots who have never met on Juehua Island.

So, he said firmly: "I'll go to the general." ”

As he spoke, he resolutely returned to the Yongqing city wall, which was reinforcing the city defense, and saw the majestic rough general who was busy with it.

Zu Dashou welcomed the arrival of Chongzhen, and said in surprise: "Why are you back again?" Didn't you be allowed to go back to the camp and rest earlier? After all, you haven't slept a full night's sleep in the past few days. ”

"General, you're not the same." Huang Chongzhen smiled a little melancholy, and told Zu Dashou all his guesses and worries.

However, this rough general, who originally attached more importance to his opinion than Yuan Chonghuan, reacted the same way this time, laughed and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, this is impossible!" ”

Zu Dashou said, then turned around and drove away without touching the ground.

Huang Chongzhen admired his dedication very much, and saw that he did not send him away immediately like Yuan Chonghuan, so he felt that he still had a little hope, so he planned to analyze it carefully to him.

But at this moment, a personal soldier of the Zu clan hurriedly came and reported anxiously: "General, the young master is injured!" ”

"What!" Zu Dashou was shocked and hurriedly said, "Is it serious?" Where is he now? ”

"In the wounded camp, badly wounded!"

"Take me there." Zu Dashou said that he was asking the pro-army to lead the way, but in fact he had already walked in front in a hurry.

It can be seen that he attaches great importance to this so-called "young master".

Chongzhen looked at Zhou Ji and said, "Who is Young Master Cousin?" ”

Zhou Ji said: "I don't know, it seems to be a little general surnamed Wu." About the same age as us, maybe younger. ”

"Zu Dashou? Young Master Cousin? Surname Wu? The sum of the three headless and brainless information is nothing to Zhou Ji, but Chongzhen has already thought of an extremely famous historical figure, and blurted out, "Wu Sangui! ”

"Huh? How do you know? It seems to be called Sangui! Zhou Ji looked at him with a surprised face and said, "You can guess this, it's just amazing." ”

Huang Chongzhen strode towards the city and said, "The opportunity is here, let's go, go to the wounded camp and have a look." ”

"You and I are jumping around, what are you going to do there? Those who have suffered minor injuries would rather deal with them themselves than go there...... I haven't seen anyone who has entered that place and can still jump out alive......

Feed! I'll talk to you! Why don't you listen! Ay! You are such a man! Okay, okay, who told you to promise Brother Yang Guozhu, and Brother Guozhu saved my life, and you are also my best friend. ”

It can be seen that Zhou Ji is very reluctant to go to the injured camp, and seems to have a great psychological fear, but in the end, he gritted his teeth, chased after the figure of the partner in the haze, and resolutely left.

The wounded camp is indeed not a place where ordinary people can stay.

The Liaodong Han went to the battlefield, even in the face of the fierce army of Houjin, he dared to face the hard steel for a while, but when he arrived here, he was sitting on pins and needles every second.

No one wants to stay here unless their seriously injured comrades really need care and comfort.

The ghost cries wolf, this is how Shigejin felt when he approached the wounded camp.

And the tragedy, no less tragic than the battlefield, is his intuitive feeling after approaching the wounded camp.

- If there is no blade left in the wound, no disinfection measures will be taken.

There was not even the slightest cleaning, only a black so-called gold sore medicine sprinkled on the wound.

No matter how many layers of dirty cloth are wrapped in an orderly manner, it doesn't matter if the blood is still gushing out.

Even if the cloth was dyed red soon, the so-called military doctors didn't care at all.

"Is this also called healing? How...... How can we treat the wounds of our patriotic fighters like this? ”

Although Huang Chongzhen looked at history and had a certain psychological preparation, he never expected that the medical technology of the army at the end of the Ming Dynasty would be so backward and the conditions would be so simple.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to believe.

You must know that as early as the 21st century, after every Chinese soldier participated in any battle, the injured would receive the best treatment, and even those who were not injured could enjoy a selective physical examination.

Otherwise, even those high-level leaders will not be happy in their own hearts.

However, at this moment, this is the case...... Huang Chongzhen, who has a strong sense of family and country, immediately moistened his eyes.

What caught my eye was a lot of burly men who called the military doctor many times, but they couldn't see him busy, and he really couldn't see the tragic situation of his comrades.

He simply took off his tattered shoes, jumped up and down in front of his seriously injured comrades with his bare and smelly feet, and hummed an old song like a witch wish.

"Ahh Suddenly, a painful scream resounded through the wounded camp.

Shigejin hurriedly looked and saw a lean man in sackcloth, pulling out a stout and sharp arrow from the shoulder of a strong warrior.

The arrow, which had a sharp barb, was recklessly pulled out, which caused the warrior's shoulder to suffer an extremely serious secondary injury, and the flesh and blood were blurred immediately.

What made Chongzhen feel most angry was that it seemed to hurt the great blood, and the blood suddenly gushed wildly and soared into the air.

The wounded warrior struggled violently from the severe pain and rapid blood loss, but was held tightly by the tearful sackcloth man and his companions, and then with a wave of his hand, a handful of black powder was sprinkled on it.

But the blood rushed wildly, and immediately washed these powders to pieces.

The sackcloth man sprinkled it again, and then quickly pulled the strip of cloth and wrapped his wounds.

However, the blood gushed out uncontrollably, and soon stained the strips of cloth red.

Pity this lovely warrior, who killed the enemy bravely during the day, was already wounded in many places, and left a lot of blood.

This time, there was a lot of blood loss in the shoulder, so soon the face turned pale and lost too much blood.

Seeing this, Huang Chongzhen hurriedly went up to help, but when he got closer, he was saddened to find that the arrow wound was very close to his neck, the barbs were too sharp and domineering, and the Mai man's technique was too rough.

The force was pulled, although it did not completely cut the arteries of the injured person, but it also cut nearly half of it, and the blood was gushing wildly, and it could not be stopped.

"How so! How so! Younger brother! Brother! The man in sackcloth finally panicked, his wrapped hands trembling violently, and tears welled up.

In his last life, from a very young age, he followed his lame adoptive father to learn the knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine.

Since childhood, his adoptive father's medical skills are ancient and sophisticated, coupled with his careful cultivation, he has a tendency to be blue when he is a teenager.

However, the only unfilial thing he did was that he did not follow his adoptive father's wishes, went to medical university to continue his studies, and then went to the bustling city to hang the pot to help the world.

Instead, he chose to follow the passionate dream of every Chinese teenager - to join the army.

And with talent and hard work, he became a special soldier, performed many tasks, made a lot of contributions, and protected a lot of Chinese people.

The small medical kit is a must-have item for every special soldier when performing a mission, and it can deal with some simple injuries with each other or by themselves during or after the battle, which is a necessary skill for special forces.

Because of the foundation laid since childhood, Huang Chongzhen's skills are particularly outstanding.

Even the most serious injuries, such as arterial damage, were maintained by him until the arrival of the emergency helicopter, thus saving the little soldier who had just joined the special forces.

(For one more apprentice, there are two more investors.) Two shifts continued in the early morning. ）