Dagong Ding looked down at the wounded soldier who had just been dragged back from the city.

The flesh and blood on his face are blurred, which makes people feel frightened when they see it. The stones and iron filings were embedded in the flesh and blood, like flax cakes, and there were still traces of burning, which were overbaked flax cakes—this was even more evident on his armor—but the screams of pain were full of anger, and they were obviously only flesh wounds.

Straightening up, the Grand Duke Ding made way for the medical workers of the military hospital to send the newly wounded soldier into the ward.

"It's the kind of bamboo gun that can breathe fire again?"

"Look at the wound on his face, you can tell the truth."

Da Gong Ding's two sons, Da Chang Ling and Da Chang Si, whispered behind his back.

"Wounded but not dead, in terms of power, it is far inferior to the divine arm bow, how can the southerners still use it?" Da Changling whispered.

"It's just that you don't die because you're hurt." Dachangji has more insight than his brother, "If you take an arrow from the bow of the divine arm and kill a hundred people, it is convenient to bury and burn." Burn the bamboo gun, although you can't die, don't think about going into battle again. The hearts of the southerners are very vicious! ”

Dagong Ding frowned unconsciously in front of him. The eldest son is not knowledgeable, although the second son is knowledgeable, he loves to show off, and he does not look at the occasion when he speaks, and he is not worried.

It's just that the second son is right, it is indeed very troublesome for the soldiers to only be injured and not die. Although he would not say it as clearly as Dachangsi, Dagongding also felt that it was better for the wounded soldiers to die a hundred. When the man died, he was dragged out of the camp and buried far away. But if it is an injury, it needs to be taken care of.

A terrible scream from the ward behind him negated the idea of the Grand Duke Ding - the wounded and sick in the army were not taken care of by the so-called 'good students', and they could not even be called care.

It's not that these high-level generals ignore Dagongding, but there is a real lack of qualified medical personnel, so that not far from the ward, there is always a fire to burn the corpse - fortunately, after the party members die, they can be buried on the spot, and only the people of Daliao need to take the ashes home.

A hoarse cry was as miserable as killing a pig, probably because of the pain when cleaning the wound, Dagong Ding looked around, and even the soldiers had an expression that they couldn't bear to hear.

"Those witch doctors should be thrown into the fire and burned." Da Changling was angry, "The morale is all over." ”

The screams seemed to confirm Da Changling's correctness, but fortunately, the medical workers in the ward made some remedies, and the screams stopped abruptly and became quiet.

Dagong Ding's father and son naturally knew what the medical workers were doing, and Da Changling snorted coldly: "Wouldn't it be so troublesome if you plugged your mouth with willow bark earlier!" ”

"It's the willow branches that are gaged," Dachangji corrected, "and the willow bark is used to bind the wounds." ”

Da Changling said stupidly, "It's not all the same. ”

Due to the popularity of the Song people's pox method, the medical system in the Song army has now been imitated by the Liao people, and the Song people have set up military hospitals and sanatoriums, and even the regulations inside are exactly the same as those of the Song people.

But unlike the Hanlin medical officers in the Song army, the military hospital outside Pule City was full of old witch doctors. When a wounded person is carried into a hospital room, the witch doctors will first use the ashes of the willow root to stop the bleeding, then apply the liquid of the willow leaves, then use the willow bark to heal the wound, and finally stuff a willow branch into the wounded soldier's mouth to silence them. If that doesn't work, they'll also dance around the fire for a while.

This is the whole set of healing procedures and medical methods.

It's not that the witch doctors all use willow trees to heal people when they are in the country, they also use other medicinal herbs, but after arriving at Xingling, it seems that the only medicinal herbs that can be found for a while are willow trees.

And before doing so, they will make sure that the wounded soldier is saved or not, so as not to waste the carefully concocted willow bark. All the soldiers who seem to be dying, whether they really can't be saved, or they don't seem to be saved, will be simply given up, unless these wounded soldiers have a good backstage for extravagant cover.

Such a medical worker is really thrown into the fire and burned.

It was already night, and on the head of Pule City not far away, the lights outlined the outline of the city wall in the dark night.

In the besieged camp, piles of firewood were also burning, and the heat wave dispelled the cold snap. The soldiers gathered around the fire and whispered something. Just looking back at the tent that was used as a ward from time to time, I knew that most of them were talking about the new weapons used by the Song people in the past few days.

Dagong Ding knew that due to the relationship between the Eight Ox Crossbow, the Divine Arm Bow, the Plate Armor and the flying boat, the Great Liao Army was actually very afraid of the various new weapons of the Song people. From top to bottom, it's all the same. The reason why the Southern Dynasty was able to compete with the Great Liao was that one was the annual coin delivered on time every year, and the other was the various weapons created by the exquisite craftsmanship.

The fear of the Song people's divine weapons and sharp weapons, after the alliance of the Yuanyuan, there was an eight-bull crossbow. After Xuanzong's death, there were more spaceships. When I arrived in Xingling, I witnessed the role of plate armor and the divine arm bow. Today, firearms have been added.

The firearms of the Song army were by no means limited to bamboo muskets—this was the name given to the soldiers who had returned from the city a few days before—and when the Dangxiang people were attacking the city a few days ago, Dagongding had seen a lot of them used by the defenders of the city.

The poisonous smoke from the poisonous smoke and fireballs forced back the two attacks, and the fierce fire oil tank brought a lot of losses to the party members. It's just that in the eyes of Dagong Ding, it is not practical, and it is far less powerful than the divine arm bow. It's just another expression of the craftsmanship of the Han people.

Just like the bamboo gun that sprays people all over their faces now, in fact, it is not very useful to say, you can block it with a shield casually, and you don't have to worry about it if it is far away. And the shot of the Divine Arm Bow at close range is not that the heavy shield can't be prevented at all.

Speaking of work, it was still a rocket that flew from the city two days ago. The piercing screams of the past two days are gone, and by the way, the flying boats floating in the sky are gone. Two days ago, long arrows tied to gunpowder kept flying from the city, aiming at the airbag of the spaceship, and firing thirty or fifty times in one day, finally hitting the Song people.

The spaceship sewn from silk and linen fabric can be repaired if it is only a hole after the rocket is shot through, but there is really no way to do it after it burns up. Although this spaceship was supposed to take turns to go to the sky in order to continuously monitor the city, after burning one, the remaining one did not dare to use it. This naturally made the soldiers more afraid of the weapons of the Song army.

It's cold in the winter.

Dagong Ding exhaled deeply, and a faint white mist dispersed. Looking at Pule City, which stands like a rock between the Lingzhou River and the Hanhai Sea, I clearly felt the deep chill in the night. Compared with Liaodong and Dadingfu, it is not much different.

Grand Gong Ding. The big surname, the name Gongding, is the king of Bohai Dazuo. The descendants of Rong have lived in Liaoyang for generations. The Great Liao Dingding, the Bohai State was destroyed, and his branch was still a high-ranking official in the Liao State. In the Tonghe period, his ancestors were moved to Zhongjing Dading Mansion in the name of enriching Zhongjing Province. Now, because of his previous support for Yelu Yixin, he was rewarded with the land of Xingling, and thousands of people from his family moved to the homeland of the party members.

Now Dagongding is the envoy of the Huaiyuan Army Festival in Anhua Prefecture - this Anhua Prefecture is Xingqing Mansion. Western Xia perished and was no longer the national capital, so it was naturally inconvenient to maintain the name of Xingqing Mansion. Originally, it was not bad to change back to the original name Xingzhou, but unfortunately there was already a Xingzhou on the side of Tokyo Road, so it became Anhua Prefecture - the military and political affairs of the old capital of Western Xia were all controlled by him. Because of this, he led his troops south with the army.

Although Dagong Ding is in charge of the military and political affairs of a state, and it is the old capital of Western Xia, but at his head, there is also a governor of the six states of Xiping [Lingzhou], Anhua Prefecture, Huaizhou, Shunzhou, Jingzhou, Dingzhou and other six state capitals of Xiping - Yelu Yuli.

The scope under the jurisdiction of the six prefectures of Xiping is the Xingling area under the Helan Mountain.

Due to the desert barrier, Xingling can actually be regarded as a lonely enclave, and the only one who can send reinforcements is Shangfu's Huluduo under Montenegro. And the distance between the two places, along the Yellow River, is almost more than 1,000 miles. Speaking of which, the divination people on the grassland are actually a little closer, but in any case, the Xi, Bohai, Khitan, and even the Han people will not trust them.

Dagong Ding was faintly worried in his heart, feeling more and more bad in the past few days, but even though Yelu Yuli had always been fearless, he was thinking about Pule City. Although Yelu Yuli said that he was honoring Shang's father's order, suppressing the arrogance of the southerners, and cleaning up the party members of Xingling by the way, everyone knew that Yelu Yixin was just to give Xiao Xi a strong appearance in the Southern Dynasty.

"Maybe Father Shang doesn't care about Xingling's gains and losses, whether he wins or loses, he can force the Song people to take advantage of it."

Dagong Ding's whispering to himself was heard by Dachanghei.

"Father! If it weren't for the southern people, if they hadn't defended the fortified city, my Daliao elite soldiers would have leveled them a long time ago! Where will it be defeated? I didn't see that for so many days for Pule City, Weizhou didn't come to the rescue, and even Yinxia's seed didn't dare to come! Pule City is his own son! ”

When Dagong Ding heard this, his face became even more gloomy.

If it is the details of the palace division army or the leather room army, it is okay to say this, what does the head army say will win?

Dagongding is proficient in Han studies, and can even write Chinese poems. He knew that Yelu Yixin's division of the six states of Xiping was actually a feudal system. Those who can be assigned here to get a territory are all tribes who chose to support Yelu Yixin after Emperor Xuanzong's accident. But they are not the descendants of Yelu Yixin, so they will be relocated to Xingling. This is a good place with fertile fields and abundant water and grass, but it is too close to the Song people and too far from the mainland.

"You have to look down on the seeds, and earn the same credit as him first!" The Grand Duke scolded his son sharply.

Dachangsi didn't dare to argue anymore when he heard this, but he muttered quietly: "It's just that it has some credit to the party members, what is it?" ”

"The first time you met people, did you first look at people with your nostrils?!" Dagong Ding called his son's nickname, obviously angry.