Nine Hundred and Seventy-Eight: War in Northern Xinjiang (15)

"If it doesn't matter, go to the wounded barracks. If the wound is big, ask them to give you two stitches. Otherwise, when will the wound heal?" After finishing speaking, Jiang Pengji continued, "It just so happens that you asked someone to take my knife away. Go sharpen it, the blade is not curled properly—"

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

However, every time my lord goes to the battlefield, after returning, he always takes this knife to be sharpened by a knifesmith to get the edge of the curled edge.

It's not that the quality of the knife is bad, it's obviously because the hero fights too hard, even the best knife is a disposable item in her hands.

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

Relying on his good health and quick recovery from his wounds, Li Yun did not want to compete with wounded soldiers for scarce medical resources.

"Is the trauma thread brought in not enough?" Jiang Pengji was surprised.

Li Yun smiled and said, "The injuries are not limited to our soldiers, but also the prisoners in northern Xinjiang. The wastage 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 make do with it."

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

A few years ago, with the help of the audience in the live broadcast room, Jiang Pengji sorted out a relatively comprehensive knowledge of emergency care.

In addition, she also carefully consulted the doctor in charge of the Marushu Medical Center about the possibility of suturing the trauma.

What she said at the time was——

"The human body is like clothes. If the clothes are torn, you can use thread to sew them up. If the wound is too big, why can't you use thread to sew it up?"

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

But who made Jiang Pengji the protagonist?

Their salaries are all paid by others, and the medical center they work in is also funded by others.

At first I was afraid to use it on people,

The doctor can only experiment with rabbits or other animals, and even ask the embroiderer for advice on various embroidery techniques.

Facts have proved that after the wound is sutured, the recovery speed is much faster than without suturing, and the chances of suppuration and death are also greatly reduced!

The doctors searched for all kinds of threads suitable for suturing wounds, and handed over the surgical suturing skills to the doctors and soldiers of the women's battalion.

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

With relatively sound medical care methods and trauma suture techniques, most wounded soldiers can survive.

Thanks to this, the women's camp has become more and more popular.

If it weren't for the rule that the women's battalion can only retire and marry at the age of 25, I don't know how many male soldiers would like to digest it internally.

The fat and water don't flow into the field of outsiders!

Most of the female soldiers who retired early due to injuries chose to stay in the army as a logistics service. The marriage partner was either a retired male soldier or a self-reliant household registration and picked a good-looking prisoner to start a family and be the head of the family. No matter which one it is, the current life is going well and enviable.

"Hair is okay?" Li Yun was surprised, "OK, then I will go to the wounded barracks later."

While speaking, the sky has completely brightened, and the red clouds in the sky are blooming like paint.

The audience in the live broadcast room stayed up all night.

Most of them were too sleepy to keep their eyes open, but when they saw the floating corpses floating on the surface of the water, they were so shocked that they lost all sleepiness.

"Send someone to pick up these corpses and bury them, otherwise the corpses will get into the mouths of fish and shrimp, polluting the river water, and it will be inconvenient for us to use water."

Jiang Pengji gave the order to send someone to retrieve the corpse.

Those who only clean up the water bank on their own side don't care about the corpses that float to the other side, so as not to be shot into a sieve in the past.

With the great victory in Weishui, Jiang Pengji's morale soared unprecedentedly.

Because Dongqing had suffered too much at the hands of Beijiang, before the war, everyone was still uneasy.

Dongqing lost at home. Can they win if they go to other people's territory?

Facts have proved that not only did they win, they also won a big victory!

Compared with the joy and encouragement here, the Beijiang camp on the west bank of the Weishui River is filled with a heavy and depressed atmosphere.

As a veteran, Wu Liba was severely reprimanded by the Dai Wang in public, and his face was lost.

Even Haruncha, Ulibal's political opponent, would inevitably feel a bit sad when he saw the situation of his arch-enemy.

Dai Wang has no brains, but Harencha can't watch the other party continue to die.

Wu Liba lost, but winning or losing is a common matter in military affairs. You can't beat Wu Liba to the bottom just because of one defeat, right?

There are many people in northern Xinjiang who are good at fighting, but most of them are reckless warriors, and there are not many commanders who really have brains.

If Wu Liba is abolished, Northern Xinjiang will be finished.

In the past, Harencha also believed that no matter how good the brain is, it cannot match the hardness of the fist.

Ever since watching Sun Wen manipulate the court of Northern Xinjiang by himself, he has changed his persistence.

Nothing will happen to Wu Liba!

Thinking of this, Haruncha came out to help Uliba speak well, which aroused suspicion from everyone.

Aren't Harencha and Ulibal political enemies?

When did the two settle down?

Dai Wang was simmering with anger, but Harencha was his confidant, and he had to give him face.

Simply let Wu Liba go to heal his wounds, heal up his wounds and then commit crimes and meritorious deeds.

When everyone went down, the acting king specially left Haruncha.

"Could it be that there is no one in my vast northern border who can replace Wu Liba? This old man, is he really old—"

Dai Wang asked Haruncha that the more he was in this situation, the more he missed Sun Wen who had suffered an accident.

"If Zai Dao is here, how can old man Uliba be so arrogant—"

Harencha stood on the side silently, he didn't want to make the other party's bad luck.

When Dai Wang had vented enough, Haruncai said, "Dai Wang, in my opinion, Liu Xi's victory this time is not martial."

"What's the meaning?"

"If the two armies confront each other, our army will be able to return with a big victory. In my humble opinion, this strategy of attacking the west is an excellent strategy, but there are many advisers under Liu Xi's tent, someone must have seen through General Wu Liba's plan, Take targeted precautions and set up strict precautions."

In other words, it wasn't that Wu Liba lost to Liu Xi, and it wasn't that the Northern Xinjiang soldiers lost to the Han family's soft-footed shrimp. They lost because of their tricks!

Having said that, Dai Wang felt much better.

"Then what should we do?" He said, "Could it be possible to let one side cross the river and fight with each other?"

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

They are enemies but not comrades-in-arms, how can they entrust their trust?

Harun inspected, "I don't mean that, it's just that the morale is low now, and there is an urgent need to revive the morale of the army."

There is no morale, and the war will kill you.

Obviously, Dai Wang's ability to focus on key points is a bit confusing.

Dai Wang said, "If Zai Dao is still there, why is this lonely—"

Harenza: "..."

Convex(艹盘艹)吹!

Enough is enough!

Before Dai Wang could come up with a solution, the two heard the sound of the horn.

"Where's the horn?"

The high-pitched and sharp horns sounded heavy and murderous. Listening carefully, there seemed to be rumbling drums, as dense as a torrential rain.

The clatter of horns and the sound of war drums.