The camp was filled with the smell of blood mixed with the smell of medicinal herbs, which made people feel very strange. There was a cauldron in the courtyard, and the firewood was burning brightly, and the white cloth was boiling in it—this was the suggestion of General Dong, who said that the cloth for bandaging the soldiers should be boiled in boiling water, so that the injuries of the soldiers would not deteriorate.

Li Keshou naturally accepted it gladly. Whether this method is effective or not, I can't see it yet, but the white cloth after boiling water and drying is bandaged, and the wounded soldiers really feel quite comfortable.

As soon as Zhu Dong entered the camp gate, he saw Li Keshou directing the people to do this and that.

has been stationed in Chengcheng County for a long time, and Zhu Dong has naturally dealt with Li Keshou, but the two are just friends who meet and nod. After all, Zhang Cheng was very disgusted with Zhu Dong and these people, and as an official under him, Li Keshou did not dare to get too close to Zhu Dong and them.

The two said a few words lightly, and Zhu Dong went to the room where the wounded soldiers were placed.

As soon as he entered, a strong smell of blood came, but Zhu Dong didn't care, he had long been used to this kind of smell. The room is not small, and there are more than a dozen wounded soldiers lying on a large bunk, some parts of their bodies are wrapped with gauze, and some are red through, obviously oozing blood.

Overall, it's quite spacious, with more than a dozen people in it, and it's not crowded. After all, the barracks in their camp have always been quite generous.

Seeing Zhu Dong come in, the soldiers all struggled to get up.

"It's all for Lao Tzu to lie down!" Zhu Dong roared, glanced around, and said in a low voice: "Brothers, I came to see you, what is lacking, tell me, I will definitely get it for you." ”

As soon as they heard this, some of the soldiers' eyes turned red, and some squeezed out a smile and said, "My lord, we are very good, we also have medicine, we also have food and drink, and there are people to serve." ”

There are also people who laugh and say: "I know that those people don't look down on me, so I have to let him hold me to and pee, hey, look at him pinching his nose and looking ugly, I feel comfortable." ”

The wounded soldiers let out a burst of laughter, and the corners of Zhu Dong's mouth also showed a hint of a smile, and he nodded at the wounded soldier who said witty words: "You thief." ”

He talked to the wounded soldiers one by one, and he didn't say a few words, nor did he say anything else, just to talk about common things, comfort and comfort. Zhu Dong really treats them as brothers, and this kind of affection can be seen from his words and expressions. The soldiers are not stupid, and they can tell who is really good to them and who is just good to them on the face, and they are naturally extremely grateful to Zhu Dong.

Zhu Dong's 400 or so people have not dispersed in such a difficult environment, and there have never even been deserters, which is also due to the special cohesion brought by his character.

After talking to the wounded soldiers, Zhu Dong was about to leave, but when he saw a few people come in, he lifted the curtain of the door and opened the window. Zhu Dong was stunned and said, "What are you doing?" ”

Li Keshou walked in from outside the door, first arched his hand, and then said: "That's the case, when I was chatting with General Dong today, he said that the place where the wounded soldiers stayed, blood condensed, filth gathered, and it was better to ventilate better, which is good for the recovery of the wounded soldiers." After thinking about it, it really makes sense. ”

Zhu Dong didn't understand this, and he wouldn't talk nonsense, so he nodded and left.

After turning around from inside, Zhu Dong's face became even more ugly, sadness, frustration, guilt and other emotions were mixed together, making him feel extremely bad.

This is why the wounded barracks are usually separated from the barracks.

If the wounded soldiers camp is in the barracks, so that the soldiers can see these wounded soldiers all day long and hear their screams, then there will be a considerable blow to morale. Therefore, in all dynasties, whether it is the Song Dynasty or the Ming Dynasty, in the army, the wounded barracks are usually set aside separately, and someone is in charge of them, and the barracks will generally try not to be in the same place.

In the Song Dynasty, even after a battle, the wounded soldiers were not directly under the control of their generals, but had special civilian officials in charge. If it is a conscience, it is better, if it is a conscienceless, the wounded soldiers are directly thrown into the dilapidated and dirty camp, and dozens of people are crowded on a big kang, not to mention medicinal herbs and doctors, and even hot water and hot rice cannot be guaranteed. In such a situation, minor injuries will be dragged into serious injuries, and serious injuries will be dragged to death, but few of those who are sent to the wounded barracks will come out alive. Even if some soldiers were wounded, they insisted on continuing the battle, just so as not to enter the wounded barracks.

In the Ming Dynasty, the situation did not change to much extent, and it was mainly who had to take care of it.

This time, Li Keshou originally wanted to place the wounded soldiers alone, but Zhu Dong, for some ulterior purposes, strongly requested that the wounded soldiers be set up in the barracks, saying that he could take care of the wounded brothers nearby. When he was fighting, he had a heavier say than usual, and in the end he complied with his request.

When Zhu Dong entered his room, he immediately closed the door, and for a moment there was sunlight in the room, but then he was blocked out, and the room became dark again. Not to mention that the door was closed, if it weren't for the fear that others would be suspicious, Zhu Dong would still want to cover the windows with curtains - after all, there was really a great figure hidden in the house. Once this matter is exposed, he and the hundreds of soldiers under his command will not only die without a place to be buried, but will even affect their families.

As soon as Zhu Dong entered the door, the two people in the room stood up. One of them shouted out big brother, it was Lu Zhu. The other man, not of great stature, of ordinary appearance, of the kind that would be difficult to find when thrown into a pile, was about thirty years old, dressed in shabby coarse cloth clothes with several patches on them, and looked like an ordinary person.

Who would have thought that it was this man who did not look amazing that he entered the city alone, hid for many days, and secretly colluded with Lu Zhu Zhu to turn the tide of the battle in one fell swoop!

This is also quite a remarkable character.

"All sit, all sit."

Zhu Dong pressed his hands and motioned for both of them to sit down. He took off his helmet, walked to the edge of the kang and sat down, picked up the tea bowl and poured a few large sips of cold tea, and then sighed comfortably.

Lu Zhu and the man glanced at each other, and the man first provoked the conversation and said with a smile: "General Zhu, you fought well in today's battle!" ”

"Oh?" Zhu Dong's attitude towards him was obviously not very good, he glanced at this man with crooked eyes, and said lightly: "Old Xie, you are not real, you are a person who broke into the army, or Pan Si's subordinate." But these who fought with me today, I looked at the banner, and they were also Pan Si's people, so that we slaughtered not eight hundred, but also six hundred. How can you still say that you played well? ”

"The little one isn't talking nonsense."

That old Xie smiled lowly and clapped his hands lightly: "It doesn't matter if it is Pan Zongquan's subordinates, as long as it is the army that kills, then it will be a good kill!" ”

When he talked about killing the army, his mood did not change in the slightest, as if he was saying a word that had nothing to do with him.

"Oh?" Zhu Dong leaned forward and said, "That's really willing to hear about it." ”

"You have killed a lot of people, and they are all Pan Zongquan's subordinates, but the more people you kill, the more it means that you have the ability, right?"

Lao Xie asked. Zhu Dong felt that this was a little awkward, but he still nodded. "General Zhu, you may not know that we are in the army, we don't pay much attention to our background, we have all kinds of backgrounds, there are honest poor people, there are also salt dealers, there are bandits and bandits, and there are even sons and brothers of official eunuchs who come to vote with their tenants."

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