"If it doesn't affect it, I have to go to the wounded barracks to have a look, if the wound is big, let them give you two stitches, otherwise when will the wound be healed?" After that, Jiang Pengji said again, "It just so happens that you asked people to take my knife to sharpen it, and the blade is not rolled up properly-"

Li Yun glanced at the knife that his lord threw on the ground, the knife was enough to have a stone, and no one except the lord could use it so easily.

However, every time his lord goes to the battlefield, after returning, this knife must be taken to the knifesmith to sharpen and get the edge of the curl blade.

It's not that the quality of the knife is bad, it's obvious that her own husband is fighting too hard, and no matter how good the knife is, it's a disposable.

"The army has not yet arrived, and the line of the wounded barracks is not enough-"

Li Yun relied on his good health and fast recovery from his wounds, and he didn't want to compete with the wounded soldiers for scarce medical resources.

"The trauma line brought is not enough?" Jiang Pengji was surprised.

Li Yun said with a smile, "The injuries are not only our soldiers here, but also the prisoners in the northern Xinjiang, and the waste is greater than expected." ”

Jiang Pengji said, "If the thread is not enough, pull out a few more hairs, the wound is not very deep and long, and the hair can be improvised." ”

Although the hair is very brittle, two or three are curled together, and the toughness and strength are not low, so there is no problem in emergency.

A few years ago, Jiang Pengji sorted out a relatively comprehensive first-aid nursing knowledge with the help of the audience in the live broadcast room.

In addition, she also carefully discussed the possibility of suturing the trauma with the doctor at the Maruzhou Medical Center.

Her exact words at the time were-

"The human body is the same as clothes, if the clothes are torn, they can be sewn with thread, but if the wound is too big, why can't they be sewn with thread?"

The doctor in the hospital was dumbfounded, how could people and clothes be the same?

But who made Jiang Pengji the lord?

Their salaries are all paid by their families, and the medical clinics where they work are also funded by others.

At first, he didn't dare to use it on people, so Lang Zhong could only experiment on rabbits or other animals, and even asked the embroidery girl for advice on various embroidery techniques.

It turns out that after the wound is sutured, the recovery speed is much faster than without suturing, and the chance of suppuration and death is greatly reduced!

The men searched for a variety of threads suitable for suturing wounds, and also gave this surgical suturing technique to the medical soldiers of the women's battalion.

You must know that most of the soldiers who died in the war did not die on the battlefield, but died from untimely wound treatment or wound inflammation and pus.

With sound medical care and suturing techniques, most of the wounded soldiers can survive.

Thanks to this, the women's camp is becoming more and more popular.

If it weren't for the rule that the women's battalion could only retire at the age of twenty-five and get married, I don't know how many male soldiers would want to digest it internally.

Every miller draws water to his own mill!

Most of the female soldiers who retired early because of their injuries chose to stay in the army as logistics, and the marriage partner was either a retired male soldier or a self-registered prisoner who picked a decent captive to start a family and become the head of the family themselves. No matter which one it is, it is going well and enviable.

"Is hair okay?" Li Yun was surprised, "Cheng, then I will go to the wounded barracks later." ”

As he spoke, the sky was completely bright, and the red glow on the horizon spread like paint.

The audience in the live broadcast room stayed up late and didn't sleep.

Most of them were so sleepy that they couldn't open their eyes, but when they saw the floating corpses floating on the surface of the water, they were so frightened that they didn't feel sleepy.

"Send someone to fish up these corpses and bury them, otherwise the corpses will enter the mouths of fish and shrimp and stain the river water, and it will be inconvenient for us to use water." ”

Jiang Pengji ordered to send someone to retrieve the body.

Only those who clean up their own side of the water, and leave the corpses that float to the other side alone, lest they be shot into a sieve in the past.

The victory of the water was great, and the morale of Jiang Pengji's side rose unprecedentedly.

Because Dongqing suffered too many losses in the hands of Northern Xinjiang, before the war, everyone was still worried in their hearts.

Dongqing lost at home, can they win when they go to other people's turf?

As it turned out, not only did they win, they won big!

Compared with the jubilation here, the northern Xinjiang camp on the west bank of the water is filled with a heavy and sluggish atmosphere.

Wu Li was a veteran, but he was severely criticized and reprimanded by the acting king in public, and he lost face.

Even if it is Harencha, a political enemy of Wu Liba, seeing the situation of his rival, it is inevitable that he will feel a little sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

The acting king had no brains, but Harenza couldn't watch the other party continue to die.

Vulliba is losing, but victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, and you can't beat Vulliba to the bottom because of a loss, right?

There are many people in northern Xinjiang who can fight well, but most of them are reckless warriors, and there are not many commanders who really have brains.

If the Ulibal is abolished, the northern frontier will be finished.

Putting it on the back burner, Haronza also thought that no matter how good his brain was, he couldn't match the hardness of his fists.

Since Sun Wen alone played with the Northern Xinjiang court, he changed his consistent insistence.

Nothing can happen to Vulliba!

Thinking of this, Haruncha came out to help Wu Liba say good things, which aroused everyone's suspicious eyes.

Aren't Harenca and Ulibal political enemies?

When did the two release their previous suspicions?

The acting king was holding back the fire in his heart, but Haruncha was the confidant he relied on, and he couldn't help but give the other party.

Simply let Wu Li pull out the wounds to heal the wounds, and then wear the guilt and make meritorious service after healing the injuries.

When everyone had gone down, the king left Haruncha behind.

"Is it true that there is no one in my northern frontier who can replace Wu Liba? This old horseman, how old is he?"

The acting king asked Haruncha, the more this situation, the more he missed Sun Wen who had encountered an accident.

"If the road is here, how can the old puppet be so arrogant—"

Haronza stood silently to the side, not wanting to touch the other man's head.

After the acting king had vented enough, Haruncha said, "Acting king, according to the minister's opinion, Liu Xi will not win this time. ”

"What do you mean?"

"If the two armies face each other, our army will surely return with a great victory. In the humble opinion of the minister, this plan to attack the east and the west is an excellent strategy, but there are many strategists under Liu Xi's account, and someone must have seen through General Wu Liba's plan, and made targeted precautions and set up strict precautions. ”

In other words, it was not Wuliba who lost to Liu Xi, and it was not that the soldiers of Northern Xinjiang lost to the Han family soft-footed shrimp, they lost in the strategy!

Saying this, the acting king felt much better.

"Then what should I do?" he said, "is it possible to let one side cross the river and set up a position to fight?"

Even if they were willing, Liu Xi would not agree.

They are enemies and not comrades-in-arms, how can they trust them?

Haruncha said, "That's not what the minister meant, it's just that the morale is low now, and it is urgent to revive the morale of the army." ”

There is no morale, fight a war and fight an egg.

Obviously, the acting king's ability to grasp the key points is a bit confused.

On behalf of the king, "If the road is still there, why is it so lonely-"

Haronza: "......"

Convex (艹艹艹)艹!

That's enough!

Before the king could come up with a solution, the two of them heard the sound of a trumpet.

"Where's the trumpet?"

The high-pitched and fierce sound of the horn carried a heavy murderous aura, and when you listened carefully, there seemed to be a rumbling drum, as dense as a torrential rain.

Horns, drums of war.