When night came, Mu Luo cowered in the corner of the bamboo building, enduring pain and exhaustion.

He was held in solitary confinement, shackled, but the wound on his shoulder had already been treated.

On the lower floor of the bamboo building, there were many people coming and going, some carrying hot water, some cleaning the ground, and the bloody gas rushed through the gap to the second floor, Mu Luo felt more and more that this was hell, and the sound in his ears changed from a terrible howl to a low moan.

Murro guessed that the torture of the Atayal was over, and through the gap, Murro saw the shiny boning knives and serrated tools, which were being gathered together and carefully cleaned. Mu Luo gritted his teeth, because of excessive force, blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, and he didn't dare to make even a little sound, for fear that these torture instruments would be inflicted on his body.

That night, Mu Luo did not fall asleep, and whenever he closed his eyes, he was shrouded in a blood-red.

When the early morning light entered the bamboo building, someone threw two steamed cassava into it, he frantically gnawed and swallowed, and after eating, he retracted into the corner again, he didn't want anyone to think of him, and he didn't want anyone to call him.

But in the afternoon when the sun began to set, someone finally opened the door and dragged him out, Murro burst into tears, and struggled but was carried downstairs, the first floor was hell in his eyes, and the bloody breath rushed into his nose, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned.

Those who were tied to the bed and lost their arms or calves were not swarthy people, but Fulao people.

This is not a place of execution, but a field hospital for seriously wounded soldiers.

"Tang Mu, I have already brought the people, and the boat has been arranged, let's send the wounded to the ship." Li Sizhi took ten Kaida Gran people and woke up Tang Mu, who was sleeping with a knife on a wooden bench by the window.

Tang Mu woke up, wiped his saliva, and said, "Okay, okay, I checked half an hour ago, and the wounded are in good condition, what is the thing made of two sticks called." ”

"Stretcher!" Li Sizhi reminded.

"Yes, carry it on a stretcher." Tang Mu said.

Li Sizhi saw Mu Luo and found that the wound on his shoulder was just tied with a white cloth, and asked, "Tang Mu, have you treated him?" ”

"He, a damn brute, Lao Tzu didn't let him starve just to give him face." Tang Mu said.

Li Sizhi said: "No, the big shopkeeper said that everyone here needs to deal with their wounds, not saying that Mu Luo is not included, and the big shopkeeper said that he is an important prisoner and wants to live." ”

As he spoke, Li Sizhi beckoned to fetch something, and was about to deal with it for Mu Luo, but was stopped by Tang Mu.

"Do you want anything?" Li Sizhi asked.

Tang Mu grinned and said, "Brother Sizhi, if you are like this, you have to let him hurt you." Brothers, tie this old boy to a chair. ”

The two soldiers immediately tied Murro to a bamboo chair, and no matter how much he shouted, he was tightly tied.

Li Sizhi brought a basket with a large wine bottle, which was originally filled with rum, but now it was filled with distilled and purified alcohol.

Even as the chief treasurer, Li Zhaoji could not risk the world's condemnation and not take the construction of a distillery and the production of spirits as his first priority, but he could do something conducive to the development of the trading company through this distillery, such as distillation and purification, making alcohol, and using it for surgical disinfection.

Of course, Li Zhaoji can't make pure alcohol, fortunately, when dealing with trauma for disinfection, the purity is too high, but it is not as good as 70 to 80 percent pure alcohol, and the alcohol made by Li Zhaoji may not reach more than 70 percent alcohol content, but it is better than nothing.

The white cloth that bound the wound was removed, and Li Sizhi began to disinfect the wound with alcohol, which was obviously extremely painful.

Mu Luo immediately let out a scream like killing a pig, he scolded, but Tang Mu directly gagged his mouth with a rag. The body was tied to the chair again, and it was left to its own devices.

Tang Mu did it simply and directly, just repeating what he did last night.

He and Li Sizhi were ordered to take care of the wounded after the war, and some of the wounded who were seriously injured and needed amputation were directly tied to the bed for operation, while the doctors were brought from the English ship, of course, the so-called doctors, more often than not, acted as carpenters, and they sawed off their arms and thighs very quickly.

"They're treating you, don't move." Shichiro Yoshida communicates with Muro in the language of the Keda Gran, which is also a language that Muro can understand.

Shichiro Yoshida said, "Everyone is like this, including ours. ”

The rags were taken away, but Murro only screamed: "Kill me, kill me." ”

The reason why the rags were removed was because after the wound was cleaned and bandaged, allicin was taken orally to sterilize.

Li Sizhi took out another wine bottle from the basket, the transparency of the wine bottle made of inferior glass was very low, because it was impossible to see what color it was, but when the liquid inside was poured into a small bowl, it could be seen that it was a pale yellow liquid, and it exuded a strong smell, which was allicin.

Allicin has the same anti-virus effect as penicillin, but the manufacturing method is relatively simple, and the materials are more common.

Therefore, in a humble environment, Li Zhaoji chose to make allicin with alcohol as a sterilization drug, after all, the manufacture of allicin only needs garlic, which can be bought from the people of Kaidagran, and the probability of making it is very high, while the manufacture of penicillin requires beef, which is not only costly and not easy to obtain, but also requires luck and high technology.

When he was in freshwater, Li Sizhi personally participated in the manufacture of allicin, which can be made from a wine-making container.

You only need to mash the allicin and let it stand for a quarter of an hour, and then you can distill, just be careful not to boil the distilled water, and the condensed yellowish oily liquid will have allicin.

This is the origin of allicin in Li Sizhi's hand, a drug that is being used in trading companies, and at some point in the future, it will be called holy water.

Mu Luo didn't know that this oily liquid with a pungent smell was a life-saving medicine, gritted his teeth, twisted his head, and just didn't drink it, Tang Mu didn't pry his mouth, but directly chose to stop.

If it is forcibly poured into it, it will be okay once, but will it be like this again and again?

It was Yoshida Shichiro who stood up, he drank half of the allicin in the bowl in front of Mu Luo, and explained a few more words seriously, Mu Luo drank it reluctantly, and then the two shared another bowl, anyway, Yoshida Shichiro also had injuries on his body and also needed to take allicin.

Mu Luo was taken out of the Big Chicken Coop in a flurry of meat, and all the captives were tied up in a string and followed the procession like a centipede without a head or tail.

In yesterday's battle, the army captured more than 1,100 prisoners, but after one night, more than 100 people had died, mainly due to serious injuries that could not be treated, and the remaining prisoners were all taken to Tamsui City, where they became the first free labor force of the Oriental Trading Company.

All of them walked aimlessly with their hands tied with ropes and necks bowed with their heads bowed, and some of them carried the wounded on stretchers without their hands tied.

Until the next day, when they arrived at the dock, everyone got on the boat and headed to Tamsui City, the mountains gradually disappeared behind, and many Atayal people looked behind them and walked towards an unknown fate.

No one resisted, and most of the most determined and fearless people died on the battlefield, while the people of the Oriental Trading Company never showed mercy in the face of the resistance of the captives.

It was when they came to Tamsui City that the Atayal people were all shocked, they had never seen a mast taller than a tree, a ship larger than a temple, and those neat houses, all of which they could not believe.

Outside Tamsui City, Li Zhaoji held a grand triumphal ceremony, and in front of everyone, he gave bounties to the soldiers who had established meritorious service, among which Zhao Dahe received the most rewards.

The soldiers who died were also brought back, but because of the heat, they were cremated when they were in the Big Chicken Coop Society, and their ashes were packed in jars and buried in the mountains and forests north of Tamsui City, and their names were engraved on the stone by stonemasons.

Mu Luo thought that he had a special status, and that he was treated with special treatment in Tamsui City, just like in the Big Chicken Coop Society, where he was held in solitary confinement, not with the Atayal people.

But this was not the case, he was imprisoned in a stone house in Tamsui City, where he ate and drank, and there was no one to talk to, except for two meals a day, and after ten days, he unexpectedly saw an Atayal man at the door, he was in a state of complete freedom, no ropes, no shackles, but he was working.

This is a well-behaved Atayal, who is not confined but is in a prison environment.

During a meal delivery, Mu Luo asked for corresponding treatment, and under Tang Mu's arrangement, he wore shackles and came to the place of work - the fish farm.

In Tamsui City, the most abundant food is fish, which is more abundant than potatoes and rice, and at first, the trading companies bought it from the people of Kaidagran, but later, after they could build small boats, they began to fish in the vicinity.

There is endless work in the fish farm, Mu Luo is busy from morning to night, and like the rest of the Atayal people, he is no longer a commander, nor is he a leader, and even because of the old things, there will be people who settle old accounts, but as long as he works, there are endless meals, especially fish, and there is no limit to the supply.

When night fell, the tired Murro would slam his body on the hay and fall asleep under the hut, because he was so tired that his brain rarely turned.

On this day, the tired Murro was sleeping, but he heard someone talking secretly, because the distance was relatively far, Murro couldn't hear what he said, but he heard the word Kalaw, he suddenly got up, the whole person was like a lightning strike, his body stiffened, and then he screamed.

"What are you calling, aren't you tired?" Someone kicked him in the ass and knocked him down.

Murro was so abnormal because the word Kalou made him realize that he hadn't thought about it for a long time, and that his tired work had made him forget his former enemies, his privileged life in the Atayal tribe, his family, and even his proud identity as the strongest warrior among the Atayal people.

Lying on the hay, Mu Luo realized that maybe one day in the future, he would forget his hatred and be willing to become a slave of Fu Lao.

"No, I can't do that, I'm going to write it all down, and I'll ....... it whenever I have the chance." Muro said this, but before he could finish speaking, he voluntarily shut up, and if anyone felt that he was hostile to the trading company, he would be immediately imprisoned in that filthy cell.

It was at this time that someone blew the whistle outside the thatched hut, and Tang Mu walked in with two soldiers.

"It's all your fault, yelling and provoking the guards." Someone whispered about Muro, but everyone immediately got out of bed and stood on the sidelines.

Tang Mu nodded: "You have been doing very well recently, I have applied to the big shopkeeper to remove the shackles on your bodies, continue to work hard, you will get more freedom, and better conditions." ”

Almost everyone shouted excitedly, even Mu Luo couldn't help but applaud, after being imprisoned for so long, any bit of freedom was so precious.

Tang Mu said: "Decomposing and salting fish is the hardest work, if you want to change to an easy job, continue to work hard, not only to maintain good order and work efficiency, but also to learn our language and understand what we say, otherwise, you will stay here forever, always with the fishy fish, until you also become a fish." ”