Sun Simiao has been particularly fond of coming to the construction site recently, because there are a lot of injuries here every day, such as: smashed hands and feet, whipped skin and flesh, falling from the shelf, and so on.

With so many injuries, it is definitely the best place for doctors to practice, and the injuries are all from other races, even if they are cured, there is not so much psychological burden.

And the old grandson Li Chengqian also pondered, this old man actually has black hands, if the hands of a doctor are not black, how can he have such high medical skills? Right?

The hand is broken, find a pair of external medicine paste, as for what the medicine is, God knows, anyway, as long as it is poisonous and does not kill people, Lao Sun will dare to use it on people's bodies.

As for medical malpractice or something...... God, in ancient times, it was good to have a doctor see you when you were sick, and you dare to investigate whether it was a medical malpractice? How bold is that, I don't want to see a doctor next time.

So, the tent standing in the northwest corner of the construction site became a place where the prisoners of war loved and hated, and when they were wounded, the first place that came to mind was the tent, because there were doctors there.

Then after being carried inside, there is a great deal of fear, and all kinds of tinkling metal utensils make people look creepy, as if they are in a slaughterhouse.

The 'spirits' with the strong smell of alcohol poured on the wounds like money, making the prisoners scream and constantly regret that the doctor was committing a crime.

Then, it was the delicate sewing needles that were worn through the flesh and skin, and the people who were in pain were miserable, and when the treatment was over, basically half of their lives were gone.

But I have to say that although the old doctor was ruthless, the effect of the treatment was absolutely not said, in the May weather, there was not a single wound that was inflamed and infected, and all the guys who were injured would run back to work after a period of time.

The prisoners of war are now beginning to enjoy life on the construction site, working four hours a day, and as long as they are not lazy, they will not be whipped. And if you can do more work than the workload within the specified time, there will be a point reward.

The prisoners of war are uneducated and don't know what the points are for, but there are already a few guys who have been promoted to group leaders because they can overcomplete tasks every day, and they live a life where they can eat enough every day and don't have to work, which can already be regarded as a treatment only for small nobles on the grassland.

If you are sick, you will be promoted, and although you can't eat enough, you are not necessarily better on the grassland than here, and most of the days when you don't have enough to eat.

The most important thing is that as long as you work hard here, no one will kill you for no reason with a knife.

The prisoners of war were satisfied, and they were also quite satisfied with their stubbornness, and they looked at the prisoners of war who were working in the field not far away, and a smug smile rose on the corner of their mouths.

In the near future, those men who are busy with ground work will be his soldiers and his direct troops.

This is what the Tang Emperor said personally, there will be no fake, and the Tang Emperor will give him a marriage and marry the princess of Jiujiang to him. This is the first princess of Datang to marry a foreign race, and it is an incomparably glorious thing for him to lose his mental power.

"General Lost, what do you see?" The former secretary of the military department, and now the secretary of the book, Du Ruhui is standing on the edge of the obsessive thinking, and he is also looking at the ground workers who are working endlessly in the distance.

"The lower officials are stupid, and they can only see that these slaves are not bad." Stubbornly lost his thinking and bowed slightly to Du Ruhui to show respect.

"They are not slaves." Du Ruhui twisted his beard under his forehead, paused and said, "They were once warriors, so they will always be warriors." It's just that they were too loose at the beginning, and we have to teach them what discipline is, so this kind of work is necessary. ”

The "Discipline ......" lost his mind again, and the 'Fangs' brigade that had fought with him once flashed in his mind.

At that time, his troops were indeed brave in battle, and no matter how powerful the enemy was, they dared to rush forward to fight a decisive battle, but this army lacked coordination, and often forgot everything when it started to kill, and only charged itself like a berserker.

Therefore, they will be killed one by one by the well-trained 'Fang' brigade.

But will this work really work? Can you let these bastards know to be disciplined? Obsessiveness doubts this.

However, Li Chengqian didn't think so, seven days ago, in the same position, Du Ruhui once asked this question, and the answer he got at that time was very simple: conditioned reflex.

Li Chengqian's view is very simple: The process of labor is also a collaborative process, and half a year's work is enough for them to develop a good habit of cooperation.

Bricklaying can be matched with the delivery of sand and gravel, concrete mixing can also be coordinated, and piling is also cooperating. This was done imperceptibly, so that these POWs unconsciously understood the importance of cooperation.

Finally, when the project is completed, this kind of cooperation will slowly be integrated into the bones of the prisoners of war, and when the time comes, this group of people will be taken over by the stubborn and unconscious, and then military training will be carried out according to the standards of the Tang Dynasty, and it is estimated that after three years, a group of qualified Tang Turkic cavalry will appear.

Of course, these are what Li Chengqian said to Du Ruhui, and it is regarded as a kind of reasoning, everything still needs time to be verified, no one will guarantee that things will develop in the best direction, maybe something will go wrong halfway, and these people have been cut down by Lao Li.

In Li Chengqian's heart, these Turks are indeed of great use, and in the future, they will be indispensable on these battlefields to destroy Tuyuhun, Tubo, Yangtong, and even expeditions to the Western Regions.

It's good that the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty stay to protect their families and defend the country, and it is most practical to use mercenaries to fight outside, and within a hundred years, they will not feel distressed if they die.

Li Chengqian sometimes even wants to kick Xue Rengui out of the army, let him form a mercenary army, and then take money to fight, there is no morality, no concept, some are just killing and desire, slaughtering the city and destroying the country, and destroying everything.

However, in the end, this idea was still rejected, because Lao Xue didn't seem to be that kind of person at all. If he was really a person with no morality and no ideas, Li Chengqian would not have recruited him into the Tang Dynasty army at the beginning.

"Your Highness, His Royal Highness the King of Han has come down, just outside, I want to see you!" The little girl Yang Yuxin came lightly to Li Chengqian, who closed her eyes and was contemplative, and whispered a report, as if she was afraid of scaring him.

"Li Yuanchang? What is he here for? When he opened his eyes, Li Chengqian was a little suspicious.

That kid has been hiding in the house since he came back from Jingzhou and has never come out, and now he has run to his own territory, is it because the bridge of his nose is itching again?

(End of chapter)