Chapter 122 Battlefield Medical Center, All Personnel Present

"Elder Erwin, please join the main camp in the attack sequence."

"Bishop Martin, please join the front camp and be responsible for blessing the attacking knights with divine magic."

"Priest Edwin, please take the lead in the treatment work."

"Sir Baird, can you go with the scout team?"

Gretel sat far away from the door of the chamber, waiting for tasks to be assigned to him. He is the youngest, has the lowest rank, and his seat is farthest away from the chief—the fifth-level priest has only been called now, and it will be too early to wait until he is called.

In this battle, Hartland City did not go out alone, but gathered under the lord of Newster County, Earl Newman. Earl Newman himself is a 12th-level Grand Knight and has a long-standing reputation in the county. Even the lord of Heartland City, Viscount Joan, worked as an attendant in the Earl's Mansion when he was a boy.

With such a person standing high and shouting, the nobles of Newster County will naturally look at the scenery. Nobles from four or five cities in the county came with their own knights and soldiers to join Earl Newman's army.

All the spellcasters were also gathered together, and after evaluation and discussion by the leader of the cult, they were assigned to different teams according to their ability level and type of magical spells. Or attack, or assistance, or treatment, or service. After a long list of names, it took a long time to finally click on his head:

"All second-level and first-level priests and priest apprentices are all responsible for healing matters."

The allocation of treatment tasks is almost based on place of origin. In principle, the injured in this city will be treated by the priest of this city. Before the war started, the caster's camp in the military camp was bustling with activity. In each small tent where the priest lived alone, knights came to visit and gave gifts with smiling faces.

Please take care of me!

Please support!

Please give me priority in treating me if I get injured!

Gretel is no exception here. Just after the meeting ended, two knights asked questions all the way and came to his tent:

"Lord Nordmark! Lord Nordmark! Gretel! Gretel...? Hey, where did you go?"

Such a rare opportunity, why not wait in the tent to receive the gift!

Gretel was at the nearby city guard camp. During this expedition, the city guard came with two squadrons and about a hundred people, most of whom were uncles that Gretel was familiar with. Different from the exquisite small tents at the pastor's place, the military camp here is full of tattered short tents, the kind where a dozen or twenty soldiers squeeze into one room. Walking a few steps inside, the stench is overwhelming.

Gretel didn't dislike it much. He walked slowly in the camp, asking:

"Tang En, are the bandages ready for the wound?"

"Brother Vali, you are going to be at the front...are the tourniquets ready? Do you remember where the tourniquet is? Yes, it's right here!"

"Uncle Morgan, did you bring your triangle towel? Is it clean?"

"Old Pete, if you're injured, don't grab a handful of dirt and block it up, tie it up with a triangle towel, and come to me as soon as possible!"

"Yes, remember to come to me if you are injured! I'm at the very edge of the priest's camp, on your side!"

"Captain Flynn, can you find someone to accompany me to get the tent? There will be many wounded soldiers, so I only brought a small tent. I'm afraid it won't be enough..."

"It's a small thing! I'll ask two people to accompany you! - Paul! Quincy! You go with little Grete!"

The two soldiers took him on a winding detour to find the quartermaster of Heartland City. Unfortunately, there is no big enough tent in this city, so we can only ask the county. The quartermaster glanced at the only green leaf on his robe and rolled his eyes:

"Why do you need a big tent? - Big tents are for noble people. Why do you, a little priest, live in such a big place?"

"As long as there are people to live in, that's all." Gretel tried his best to keep his smile, just like asking the medical department to give him a green channel when he encountered a seriously ill patient who couldn't afford the money in his previous life and needed rescue:

"It doesn't matter if it's a little old or dirty, it doesn't matter if it's broken. I'll clean it up myself... please..."

He quickly stuffed a money bag into it. The quartermaster weighed it in his hand and threw it upwards. Listening to the tinkling metal sound inside, his expression softened slightly:

"Okay. Come with me!"

So, Grete received an old tent as he wished, which was too dirty to see anyone and had no merit except being big. The oil mud on the tent had become coated with paste. Gretel just stretched out his hand and a layer of black mud was smeared on his fingers. Fortunately, the two soldiers beside him strode forward, separated the tent cloth and poles, and carried them steadily on their shoulders.

It's so dirty that it's enough to protect it from wind and rain. If you want to use it to take care of wounded soldiers, you might increase the probability of infection, right?

Gretel smiled helplessly and could only let them carry the tent to the river, roll up his sleeves, and work hard to clean it. One of the two men following him jumped down to help, while the other saw that the situation was not good and quietly walked away.

Gretel was squeaking, squeaking, squeaking, and after struggling for a long time, he only cleaned about one square meter. Most of the tent fabrics are still piled dirty on the shore. It seems that there is still a long way to go before the entire tent can be used...

"Little Gretel, we are here to help you!" Someone suddenly shouted from behind. Grete looked back in surprise:

"Uncle Karen!"

"Little Grete, you're really here!" The city guard soldier who walked away before was covered in sweat from running, and led Captain Cullen's team from a distance. Captain Cullen was extremely happy when he saw Gretel:

"I was not here just now. I heard Vali and the others come to you directly when they are injured? - Can others also come to you? In the past, those priests only treated knights. People like us can only take care of it ourselves... …”

"Come to me!" Gretel nodded heavily. "Uncle Karen, I grew up as a city guard. I won't ignore everyone... Others can do it too. As long as I am busy, I will treat it! Uncle Karen, please spread these words, quietly." Yes, don’t make such a noise that all the nobles will know..."

"Little Grete, I knew you wouldn't forget us." Captain Cullen patted him on the shoulder fiercely:

"Are you painting the tent? Brothers, stop standing there and go down to help!"

Seven or eight people jumped down. The huge tent cloth was spread out in the river, and the clear river water was dyed black in the blink of an eye.

Gretel wanted to refuse. Captain Cullen dragged him away directly:

"Let us do this rough work! Little Gretel, go back - what are you spellcasters called - meditate! The more capable you are, the more stable our lives will be!"

Gretel struggled, struggled, and failed, and was carried back to his tent by Captain Cullen. A few dozen steps away, I saw a few people milling around the tent. When they saw Gretel, they waved hello from a distance:

"Little Grete, here we come!"

Gretel Nordmark Field Medical Clinic, everyone is here.

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