What is the truth of history?

Sometimes for ordinary people, the truth doesn't matter. It can even be said that when the most mistakes are made, the truth is often only a few dozen or hundreds of words in the mouth of the government.

What happened in the city of Xi'an was just a simple cross-cross announcement, and the notice only mentioned that "in the process of maintaining order, there were rioters who disturbed the people and were executed." There are no more superfluous words beyond that.

Although the Xi'an incident left too many questions and mysteries, it is certain that this incident will eventually disappear in the long river of history. No one but the locals would ever mention it again. At most, in some history books, there may be words to describe the events that took place there.

Beyond that, who cares about all this?

In Xi'an, the calm as before was restored, when the ruins on the streets were cleaned up and the blood stains on the streets were washed away, the barracks left by the Qing army outside the city became lively again with the entry of the troops, and the surrounding traders were even more happy to welcome the arrival of these soldiers. They found that the Ming army was more generous than the Tartar army, and they spent their money lavishly. For the rest of his life, such a customer is naturally the best customer.

However, for the officers and soldiers stationed here, they were not very happy, because after entering the barracks, they found that the barracks left by the Qing army was extremely dirty, and they spent half a day to clean up hundreds of truckloads of feces and garbage from the barracks.

But even then, the sanitary conditions of the barracks were extremely limited. Therefore, a field hospital was set up near the barracks. Thousands of wounded were housed in the field hospital, and thanks to the epoch-making field treatment system inherited from the days of the Loyal Army, most of the wounded could be treated.

Although there is no medicine hundreds of years later, with complete surgical disinfection measures and corresponding surgical techniques, these experiences accumulated in another time and space for hundreds of years have become the foundation of the Ming army's life-saving under the teaching of Zhu Mingzhong.

Many soldiers who should have lost their lives due to poor medical conditions were saved. Su Bingfang is one of them, in the process of fighting for Tongguan, he was not seriously injured, but when he was pursuing the Qing army, he was hit by a stray bullet in the chest, at that time he even thought that he would die, but who would have thought that after the military medical officer took the lead off his shoulder, he was in a coma for a few days, and then he still survived.

Su Bingfang, who could only lie on the bed with half of his body, reclined on the bed in the field hospital, pinched his fingers and calculated, it has been sixteen days since he was injured, although the wound has almost healed, but he still vaguely feels a little painful.

With the relocation of the hospital to Xi'an, the conditions here are also better than the previous field hospital. He felt like the injury had just happened yesterday, the sound of cannons and guns seemed to be ringing in his ears, and of course, the moment he was hit, the feeling of his life passing, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

In horror, he looked into the room, where the brothers around him were sleeping in their beds, and the smell of alcohol and herbs was strong. They all reminded him that this was a field hospital, not a battlefield.

"Finally picked up a life!"

Thinking of this, Su Bingfang couldn't help but sigh. Until six days ago, his injuries were at a dangerous juncture, although the gun was removed by the doctor with forceps from between the shoulders and chests, and did not hurt the lungs, nor did it hurt the shoulder, it can be said that he was extremely lucky, but then he fell into a coma because of a high fever, according to the nurse, at that time his fever reached more than thirty-nine degrees, and he did not know how high it was, anyway, the nurse said that the mercury column of the thermometer rose so high, and now, it was only more than thirty-six points.

When he had a high fever, what the nurse could do was to cool him down with alcohol and a cool towel, just like that, after a few days of high fever, the high fever finally subsided ten days ago, but in the next two days, there was still a fever from time to time, only his whole body was burned dizzy, only six days ago, after the fever stopped, he regained consciousness and slowly woke up.

However, when he had a fever, although he was confused, he dreamed of many things, not only of his family, but also of several brothers who had died in battle, and of course, of his own future.

On the day when he was sane, when the battalion commander came to visit him, he told him the good news that he had received the "Yilu Medal", and in half a month at most, the official order would be issued.

This also means that after he retires, he will not only retire as an ordinary "honorary soldier", he will also be a "meritorious person" of the Ming Dynasty, and from then on, he will be a "scholar", not an ordinary "people", not only can get a large area of Xuntian, but also can squeeze into the place and participate in local affairs. In a word, since then, his identity has changed. No longer ordinary ordinary people.

"If it's a gun, if it's a little more off......"

Su Bingfang turned his body and felt a faint pain in the wound, which reminded him that he was almost dead, and also reminded him that in fact, he could have retired soon.

If the gun had been deflected one inch further, his shoulder would have been shattered, and then he would have to retire. But what is there even if it is decommissioned?

I've already received the "Yilu Medal".

Thinking of this, again, Su Bingfang took out a piece of paper from next to his pillow, and then he looked at the places listed on the paper, where there were both the hometown of Beizhili, Liaoning, Sichuan, of course, Shaanxi, and even Heilongjiang and other places.

These are all places that he can choose to settle in the future, and each place has its own advantages, and there is no doubt that these places can provide him with land of varying sizes.

Among all the places, the one who gave the least land was only Beizhili, that is, his hometown, but there were only a hundred and ten acres, and the most was Heishui, which was as many as a thousand acres, and the disparity in the middle was so great that it was really difficult to choose.

"If you don't return to your hometown, it's like walking at night in brocade clothes!"

With this sentence in his heart, he didn't know how to choose for a while, after all, on the one hand, the amount of land, and on the other hand, it was just the reputation of returning to his hometown, it seemed, how should he choose?

Faced with such a choice, Su Bingfang couldn't help but feel a little unsure of what to do, looking at the words written on the paper, he finally sighed.

When faced with a choice, it always seems very difficult.

After not knowing how to choose again, Su Bingfang sighed a little helplessly, and then stuffed the paper back under the pillow, when his fingers touched a cold metal object, he then took it out, this is a flat garden-shaped lead, the edge of the lead has traces left when clamping, this is the gun taken from his shoulder, before taking this gun, he made a request, hoping to keep the gun taken out as a souvenir. The hospital did not refuse his request, and after waking up a few days ago, the doctor gave him a bullet that had washed away the blood.

As soon as he got his hands on the deformed bullet, he looked at it for a while, and fiddled with it for a while. Now, he was playing with the bullet in his hand again, tossing and turning it over and over.

"This thing almost killed Lao Tzu!"

Su Bingfang said through some gritted teeth.

"You're fine, it's not breaking your bones!"

A brother not far from his bed said.

"Yes! That's why I'm going to keep him as a memorial! ”

Su Bingfang responded while still holding a gun and said.

"Remembrance, commemoration of a fart, Lao Tzu's legs have been broken......"

The brother who had broken a leg bone scolded repeatedly, and a bolt broke his bone, and in order to save his life, the military doctor sawed off his leg.

In the field hospital, there are many brothers like this, if it were not for the appropriate increase in the number of disabled and retired brothers, I am afraid that these brothers who lack arms and legs will have a very difficult time in the future, but now, even if they have no legs and feet, they do not have to worry about the future, even if they rent out the land, they can also let the family have no worries about food and clothing.

The Ming Dynasty had nothing to say about the treatment of soldiers. Those of them who were soldiers naturally knew how kind the court was to them. Of course. It is entirely because His Majesty the Emperor is extremely kind to them, and he does not have much to do with the imperial court.

Because of this, they often regarded themselves as soldiers of the emperor, not soldiers of the imperial court.

Attribute everything you get to His Majesty the Emperor, not the imperial court.

When Su Bingfang was distracted by this gun, a nurse came over and looked at him with a smile and said.

"Squad Leader Su, you have to rest well! In two days, you'll be discharged from the hospital! ”

The nurse's accent is Shaanxi, and obviously, she should be a nurse hired by the field hospital nearby. After all, because there are many wounded, it is necessary to hire local nurses nearby, and their job is to take care of the wounded. Many times they also do their best to take care of the wounded, and even many of the wounded survived because of their efforts.

She stood in front of Su Bingfang, looking at him with dark eyes, Su Bingfang also looked at this girl, her complexion was slightly dark, thin, and she didn't look very conspicuous, but she looked good when she laughed. He said with a grin.

"I know, I know, my injuries are almost healed, so naturally I can't stay here anymore."

The girl smiled slightly. It's this smile, it's nice to laugh at, and it makes people feel very comfortable in their hearts.

Su Bingfang looked at her, he knew that in the days when he had a high fever, it was this girl who had been using alcohol and cold water to cool him down, and it was she who saved his life, but for her, it seemed that he was just a patient, and other than that, there was no difference from others. After examining the injuries of several other wounded, she exited the door of the ward.

As soon as she went out, the brother on the side said with a frown.

"This Nurse Wang looks really good!"

"No, it's a water spirit!"

"I don't know, if you have a partner."

Listening to the "twitter" discussion of the brothers there, Su Bingfang frowned after listening to it, he didn't like them to talk about her like that. So he said with some dissatisfaction.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, it's only fifteen, and it's still a little girl......"

"Listen, some people are distressed, fifteen, then they can get married."

"But no, if you don't take advantage of it, maybe you will let someone else take the lead!"

Su Bingfang was a little unhappy in his heart, and said in a low voice.

"What's going on......

Just complaining, Su Bingfang walked out of the tent, and then smoked a cigarette in the yard, which was the paper cigarette that his comrades-in-arms brought him when they came to see him.

At that moment, Nurse Wang walked out of another tent, smiled at him and greeted him.

"Squad Leader Su, didn't you let you rest, why are you standing here alone?"

"I want to breathe, it's too stuffy in the tent!"

Su Bingfang looked at her and said.

"I'm about to be discharged from the hospital, as soon as you are discharged from the hospital, you want to rest at that time, and you can't rest well, so let's rest for a while!"

Nurse Wang's voice was not loud, and she had a look of concern on her face.

"Well, thank you......"

Just as the girl was about to leave, Su Bingfang suddenly asked.

"Then, that Nurse Wang, you, do you have a mother-in-law?"

The sudden question made Nurse Wang's cheeks instantly turn red, and she looked very flustered with a red face, and said after a while.

"No, no......"

"Then marry me."

Su Bingfang looked at Nurse Wang and said.

"I'm 20 years old, although there is a brother above, but I got the "Yilu Medal", marrying me to ensure that you won't suffer......"

He didn't know what other advantages he had besides that. But he believes that this alone is enough.

The nurse looked at the soldier in front of her, but she didn't say a word, she looked at him with a red face.

"Don't worry, as long as you follow, you will definitely be able to live a good life."

Again, Su Bingfang looked at the girl in front of him and said.

She looked at Su Bingfang with a red face, and said shyly after a while.

"This matter, I have to ask my mother."

After saying this, she was so ashamed that she didn't dare to look at Su Bingfang in front of her, and she even turned around in a panic with a blushing face, and ran in the other direction.

Su Bingfang looked at the girl's back, and suddenly smirked, he knew that he had succeeded.

After all, as long as the girl didn't reject him, it meant that he had succeeded. As for what the girl said earlier about asking her family to agree, he believes that as long as the matchmaker comes to the door, she will definitely be able to talk about this family business.

Looking at the girl's disappeared figure, Su Bingfang just smirked, and such a thought suddenly popped up in his heart.

He began to rejoice that he was able to participate in the war. The war radically changed his fate.