"Run!" At this time, there was only one word left in Hezongjun's mind.

The Zhao army is too fierce, whether it is strength or equipment, it is not comparable to the Hezong clan. There is also the old man who just rushed over, Nima killed thousands of people with a wave of his hand, without blinking his eyes, and with a faint smile on his face.

How did he laugh?

He Zongjun was completely frightened, and he no longer had the idea of competing with Zhao Guo.

He just wants to hide in the mountains and forests like before, far away from Zhao State, as for recovering his homeland, whoever likes to go.

Seeing the monarch fleeing, the army of Hezong, which had already been killed, collapsed instantly, and he didn't even care about the corpses of his companions, so he fled with Hezongjun towards the mountains and forests behind.

"You pressed Lao Tzu to beat before, and now it's time for Lao Tzu to beat you." Yan Zhou wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, said excitedly, and with a move of his hand, he led the Zhao army to chase towards the rout of the Hezong clan

"Be careful, wait until you meet up with the Qingshe before you go up." Le Yi advised. Zhao Jun is not good at fighting in the mountains and forests, and if he is not careful, he is likely to fall into the way of the Hezong clan, although the Hezong clan has been defeated, it is better to be careful.

"My subordinates know." Yan Zhou's voice came from afar.

Le Yi ordered the physician in the rear to treat the wounded soldiers, and after arranging it, he led the army to follow and serve as the queen of Yan Zhou.

Originally, Zhao Guo did not have the conditions to equip every army with doctors, but Zhao Kuo used the "Medical Codex" and Handan Academy as bait to attract half of the world's doctors to Zhao State.

The rest is easy to do, give money and food, there will always be a part of the people who are willing to serve in the army, and each doctor will take a few apprentices, and arrange them in the army according to the ratio of one doctor for every hundred soldiers.

After all, there are only a few people who die directly on the battlefield, and most of them die from blood loss or infection after being wounded. Although the number of doctors was small, it was enough to treat most of the injured soldiers, so that Zhao Jun's loss rate was minimized.

"No one has ever found out before that a small medical officer can play such a big role." Le Yi sighed.

In fact, the military doctor was not pioneered by Zhao Kuo, its origin was very, very early, when the witch doctor had not yet separated, the army was equipped with a prescription priest, the main hundred medicines, to cure gold sores, to cure all diseases.

However, these alchemists were only responsible for treating the generals, and the ordinary soldiers did not care at all.

At that time, the status of the soldiers was still relatively high.

Later, the scope and number of soldiers continued to expand, from soldiers, to all the countrymen, to savages. From thousands, to tens of thousands, to hundreds of thousands. The status of the soldier is constantly decreasing, and there is no therapeutic value.

For all countries, the soldier is just a number, a consumable, and it is requisitioned after death. After all, in troubled times, human life is the least valuable.

"Worthless? These surviving soldiers are all elite veterans, and it is not a problem to fight three on the battlefield. Why do countries have so few elite soldiers, isn't it because they died in battle? Now, with only one physician for every 100 strokes, the loss rate can be reduced to about 30 percent. Could it be that the value of these surviving elite veterans can't feed a few doctors? And the manpower saved can also cultivate more fields and feed more elite veterans. In the long run, Zhao Guoheng is strong, and all countries are always weak. ”

Le Yi's mind sounded the words that Zhao Kuo had said at the beginning.

Almost everyone was against it at the time, because the cost and time spent on training a physician was too much, and the age was ...... The witch doctor has just broken up, and the medicine has not yet been perfected, and what is powerful is really powerful, and what is not good is really not good.

There is no shortage of quack doctors everywhere in the world, and there are many people who avoid medical treatment and do not want to be treated when they die, resulting in a poor reputation among doctors.

Zhao Kuo's treatment is very high, even the treatment of apprentices is the same as that of soldiers, and after leaving the school, the minimum salary is equivalent to 100 generals.

In the eyes of everyone, this expenditure was enough to build another legion, and there was no need to spend it on doctors.

However, Zhao Kuo finally overrode public opinion and implemented this policy.

Now that the Great War has begun, everyone has discovered the benefits of military medicine.

Not only can the casualties be greatly reduced, but the soldiers have a guarantee in their hearts, and they are more daring to charge, and their combat effectiveness has also been improved.

Now other countries can't learn if they want to, there are not so many doctors in the world, more than half of the traditional Chinese medicine is in Zhao State, and it will take at least ten years for countries to re-cultivate.

"General, those wounded soldiers of the River Sect ......" the medical officer walked over and asked cautiously.

There were not many soldiers injured in the Zhao army, mainly those who were injured by He Zongjun and the soldiers of the headquarters, and the other soldiers basically did not pose a threat to the Zhao army. However, almost all of the soldiers of the River Sect were injured, and those who ran fast had already fled with the Emperor of the River Sect, and those with short legs could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.

The mountains were filled with the wailing voices of soldiers.

"If the injury is light, don't waste the medicinal materials if the injury is serious, and give it a break." Le Yi said indifferently.

Zhao Guo had no obligation to treat the captives, but thinking that he would have to rely on these people as cannon fodder to attack the Xiongnu in the future, Le Yi decided to treat them.

"My subordinates understood." The Medic nodded.

Qing She stood in the woods, looking at the He Zongjun who had fled in his direction, his heart was overjoyed, his left hand was raised high, and a bowstring sounded.

"There's an ambush!" He Zongjun shouted vigilantly, and as soon as the words fell, ten thousand arrows shot at He Zongjun from the mountains and forests.

The soldiers who finally escaped with Hezongjun were killed and injured in an instant, and even Hezongjun was covered with several arrows, but they only pierced into the armor and did not hurt the flesh and skin.

It is difficult for an ordinary bow and arrow to hurt a strong man of his level.

"Rush with me!" Qingshe yelled, and rushed over with Zhao Jun.

"Don't fight, don't fight, I'm surrendering!" The Hezong clan looked at the mountains and fields, I don't know how many Zhao Jun, a sense of despair emerged in his heart, and he shouted sadly.

"Really surrendered?" Qingshe was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, he hadn't beaten yet, and he actually picked up a bargain.

"What a surrender, what a surrender." He Zongjun nodded again and again, the 30,000 army was either killed in battle or fled, and there were not even 1,000 with him, how could he fight?

"Tied." Qingshe sealed the internal qi of He Zongjun and threw it to the guards behind him, and He Zongjun did not dare to resist, and honestly let Zhao Jun tie him up.

"Lao Tzu chased for a long time, but you kid picked it up." Yan Zhou rushed over and saw that He Zongjun was caught by Qingshe, and said angrily.

"There's a general's credit for this." Qingshe said with a smile.

"Revenge?" Yan Zhou walked up to He Zongjun and asked with a playful expression.

"No, no, no." He Zongjun hurriedly shook his head.

"Still heads-up?"

"No more."

"What about the land of the River Clan?"

"The Hezong clan's is Zhao's." Hezong Jun said solemnly, without any hesitation.

"Yes, those who know the times are Junjie." Yan Zhou smiled and patted He Zongjun's shoulder.