"Rest, rest quickly, Wang Baobao can't organize the team anymore. That explosives ......"

Xu Da didn't think about anything else for the time being, he had to arrange the prisoners and treat the wounded.

But he was terrified again by the yellow powder he thought he was familiar with.

He used to see the explosion of yellow powder, it was a section of wall, or a small place.

I put a bunch of them today, and then the effect after the explosion one after another is different from what I've seen before!

How did a mushroom come out on a rainy day? Is it too much?

The night was the hardest, including the prisoners, and the wounded had no time to be treated, it was already dark.

It was raining again, and the fire could not be turned on, so everyone ate something casually until the yolk-like sun jumped out.

The dawn after the rain makes people feel refreshed in their breathing, but it's a little cold.

The Ming army cooked, and by the way, he burned his brother's corpse, leaving the ashes to take back, and the horse leather shroud didn't have to think about it, it was too hot.

On the battlefield, the sadness of the sacrifice of comrades-in-arms is always short-lived, and only when I recall it in the years to come, can I know the melancholy.

Just as many people attend the funeral of their relatives, they are actually talking and laughing, other people's sadness is too far away from their own, and others may not be sad for long.

People always have to look forward, and when they win battles, joy overwhelms the pain of their comrades-in-arms' sacrifices.

On the bright side, if the war is won, and then fewer people die, then the people who die will inevitably receive a lot of praise, and their families will start a new life with a large pension after crying.

"I really survived, I had a fever two days ago, and the medicine you gave me worked. How much do you dead get in their homes? ”

The young general who had been shot four times in one leg managed to survive, and he also had a fever and even pus and blood in his wound.

Then the person in charge of him squeezed out the pus and blood, and tried to sterilize it again, so painful that he bit the wooden stick and tears fell down.

But in the end, he survived, even if the other party said that there would be two or three more such situations in the future, he admitted it, at least he could live.

The person in charge of treating him looked at his wounds, changed the dressing again, and it rained yesterday, and after crying bitterly, he said: "I don't know, anyway, there is money in the palace, and if 10,000 people die, the money given is not as much as that of 1,000 people."

Sixty-one people died this time, and another thirty-three were seriously injured, and I hope they all survive.

It's only a hundred people, and the court gives one hundred guan, which is only 10,000 guan, which is not much for the imperial court.

When I came out, I heard that Xiaqiu Village would give an extra pension, sacrificing one of 200 and 30 of the injured.

If the wounded person can no longer fight, for example, is lame, or has lost an arm, they arrange things to do. ”

"What is Xiaqiu Village? More powerful than your court? How dare they give bereavement pensions to soldiers? "The injured youngster will find the problem.

"The gun that hit you was the one they figured out and presented to the court. They...... I don't know what they're like now, they've been out for so long.

Maybe Your Majesty sees them too powerful and cleans them up, no, it can't be, Your Majesty is not that kind of person.

When you go back with us, you'll know that your injuries have passed the most difficult period.

Did you look at it? Soap, alcohol, sutures, all from Xiaqiu Village, including the canned food you eat.

Eat, I won't tell you, if you can go back alive, you will understand everything, this gauze is made by people. ”

Ming Jun, a person with relatively strong medical ability, said it and hurried to eat.

The meal is the same, just boiled rice, some chopped bacon, and then a soup with chopped green onions, minced ginger, and diced dried carrots.

Of course, there is no shortage of pickles in Jubiqi, which are packed in sacks with a layer of oilcloth inside.

Pickles are poured out, and oilcloths and sacks can be used for other purposes, and nothing will be wasted.

"How do you cook this dish? Actually, my family used to make miso before, it was more smelly, and it felt fragrant when it smelled and tasted.

You don't stink, and it's very fragrant, your general said, I have made a meritorious service, and I want to sell such pickles in the future.

I'm not very old, I can find another mother-in-law, I don't want to fight, I can read, and I can do arithmetic, it's not difficult to find a mother-in-law, right? ”

The captured young general began to plan for his future, and he was pessimistic about the Northern Yuan.

He knew that he couldn't fight, the logistics and weapons and equipment of the Ming army were very good, and the soldiers of the key people were not bad.

When the soldiers are all about the same, and the logistical supplies and weapons of one side are several times stronger than the others, the end of the war is already doomed.

I have been here for a few days, and I have watched the army of the Ming Dynasty eat meat every day.

Then people still have that thing called alcohol to treat wounds, and their own injuries were actually sewn up with threads.

In that battle, many brothers were wounded, but as a result, very few people died, and most of them were treated by the Ming army.

The same injury, as before, was like this, gambling with his life, cutting off this leg, and then scalding the broken place with a soldering iron.

I have seen a neighbor who was a soldier, and one of his arms was cut off from the elbow, and then it was hot, and it hurt so much that he died, but the hot place came out of pus again, and the person was gone.

In my own case, I didn't cut my legs, but in some places I cut open and take bullets, cut the broken flesh, and then stitch it up, and then change the dressing, and I came back to life.

My wound is already serious, and if a bullet pierces it, the flesh where it is pierced will come out with pus and blood, and then rot.

The army of the Ming Dynasty mastered special techniques, and when they were slashed, stabbed, or arrowed, everyone could be treated immediately and would not die.

For example, on such a hot day, people give themselves external and internal medicines, and they have had a fever for two days before, and now they can still jump on one leg to go to the thatched house!

……

When Xu Da's army was peaceful, Wang Baobao wanted to cry without tears, and his partial general, He Zongzhe, died, died in that mushroom-like explosion, and there was no way to find the body.

He knew that gunpowder would explode, but for the first time he saw an explosion arranged by the enemy, after that mushroom appeared, all the morale and calculations were gone.

can only run, and the chase behind really followed, Xu Da will not let go of any opportunity.

But this time, it was obvious that he was going to calculate Xu Da, how did it change? What exactly is the Ming Army's Musketers?

The buckshot shields they fired could not be stopped, and they started fighting at a distance of 200 paces, and when it rained, they were closer, was that a matter of proximity? How can they continue to light a fire when it rains?

I felt that the other party was standing in front of me, and every time an order was given, and the army of the other party had not yet moved, the other party's army moved first.

"Why? Why? Under the rising sun, Wang Baobao shouted to the sky, tears flowing uncontrollably.

He couldn't let go, and he didn't know how to analyze his opponent, and the battle was aggrieved.

How did he know how powerful the advantage of equipment was when the quality of the soldiers was the same, and he felt that the whole world had abandoned him.

(End of chapter)