May I ask, what does it taste like to be strong at 70 to 80 degrees?

Pei Wei's answer was: Thank you, the sanatorium in Luoyang New City, just left the battlefield, I answered with a strong answer. Let me tell you, that feeling is really exciting, that kind of... the feeling that you want to fly up, do you understand? It feels like you can fly up a few feet high!

Yes, he is so happy now that he is really happy. If Li Rui had not seen before, someone would have held his hands and feet in advance, I am afraid that the moment he applied the liquor to the wound, he would have jumped to the beam! In the battle to defend the city, this man who killed several in and out of the enemy, stabbed seven spears, chopped five long swords, and killed himself into a bloody man, was shaking all over, his neck was brisk, and his face was swelling.

Hong, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and howls like a pig. His hair was standing up all over his body, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He struggled hard, and several of the people almost couldn't hold him down... This scene made the wounded soldiers who were suffering from pain and tremble. My God, what was that thing that Marquis Li Qu was applying to Marquis Pei Qu? It hurts such a hard-working hero so much. It's so terrifying!

However, that thing smells so good that I want to be bored for a few...

Seeing that several military doctors could not hold Pei Wei down, Li Rui had to stop and slapped Pei Wei in the head: "Stop it, I'm saving your life!"

Pei Wei howled: "Ah———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Li Rui made his head hurt: "Shut up! If you make a noise, the whole bucket of alcohol will be poured on you, so that you can scream enough!"

Pei Wei's howling sound of ghosts and wolves came to an abrupt ending magically: "Alcohol? What's the thing? Li Quhou, are you talking about this in your hand? Don't pour the whole bucket on me. It's too wasteful. Leave it for me to drink more slowly!"

Seeing that he was speaking smoothly, Li Rui stopped shaking, and his eyes were still emitting light, and he couldn't help but feel depressed: "Pei, do you play me?"

Pei Wei screamed in secret, swallowed a mouthful of water, and started howling again: "Aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, aoah, a

This time, Li Rui had already seen his clumsy performance clearly. Facing his howling ghosts and wolves, there was no turmoil in his heart, and his expressionless face: "Then you will feel so painful here... I'll say it again, shut up! Otherwise, I'll find a smelly rag to stuff your mouth!"

Pei Wei asked pitifully: "Mr. Li Qu, just give me a sip. I am a life-long friendship. You are not so stingy and can't bear to give me a drink, right?"

Li Rui still had a blank expression: "Don't pretend to be pitiful to me here. This wine is not used to drink, but to clean the wounds of the wounded soldiers!"

Pei Wei blinked his eyes, looking confused: "Isn't it enough to clean the wound with clean water? Why waste it with strong alcohol!"

Many wounded soldiers who also like to drink said verbally: "Yes, yes, we can just wash the wound with water, there is no need for strong alcohol!"

"Maybe with strong liquor to clean the wound, but I think if we can drink it into the stomach, our injuries will recover faster!"

Li Rui was so angry that they were laughing. Who are these people? The wounds were all ulcerated, and they were still thinking about drinking a few sips of strong alcohol to enjoy themselves. Even alcoholics were not so greedy, right? He said angrily: "Your wounds were ulcerated, and if you don't need to clean them with strong alcohol, you will lose your life! I think about drinking all day long. Can you think of something other than drinking?"

The wounded soldiers were immediately mute when they thought of their increasingly unfavorable injuries and illness.

Yes, it is certainly satisfying to drink a few sips of strong alcohol, but your life seems to be more important... Forget it, everyone will endure it first, cure the injury, and save the life. As long as you save your life, are you still afraid that you won’t be able to drink the strong alcohol?

I stayed with the green mountains and was not afraid of losing firewood. The wounded soldiers immediately changed their position with a smile: "Li Quhou, you are right. This wine should be used to clean our wounds... Just let us treat us, we promise not to drink it secretly!"

Li Rui's face looked so beautiful that he snorted coldly: "This is almost the same!" He called the military doctors over: "Each person pours a bowl, sucks it in full, and cleans the wounds for them... Be careful, be sure to clean the cloth towels and don't make those dirty ones, as it will only make people die faster! Also, pay attention to whether there are any mixed things like sand, hair, etc. in the wound. If there is, clean it up, so that the work will heal faster!"

The medical level of this era is still very backward, especially in surgery and nursing. Many common sense things have not been explored. I don’t know that things that come into contact with patients’ wounds must be as clean as possible, and must avoid hair, sand and other debris entering the wound. Doctors at this period are still in the stage of big lottery treatment. If cured, you will be lucky. If you cannot cure it, you will be destined to be like this. No one can do it. Li Rui himself is not a medical practitioner, so he is naturally not qualified to teach these military doctors how to perform surgery and cut wounds. However, he has a lot of common sense than military doctors. People need to spend more than a thousand years to explore and discover these common sense.

He can still teach them these common sense.

Military doctors also have the tradition of using wine to clean wounds for wounded soldiers, and have already found experience. The stronger the wine, the better the effect. However, the winemaking technique in this era is like that, and the degree is difficult to raise. It is only ten degrees at the highest. If anyone can make a jar of twenty degrees of wine, he will probably be hailed as a genius. The rare jar of strong liquor will be bought by countless powerful and wealthy people and used to clean the wounds for wounded soldiers? You are kidding internationally! Now Li Rui has brought a large jar of strong liquor with very high degrees and let them use it at will. Naturally, they are overjoyed, and they responded, took tools to make wine, and started to torment the wounded soldiers.

Soon, the howlings of the wounded soldiers like pigs were heard in the sanitation center, which was very lively.

Beigong Jing rushed over after hearing the news. Seeing these arrogant soldiers who were usually above the top and always glaring at the nostrils, they were actually screaming with torture. A faint smile appeared on his cold face. He took a little wine from the jar, smelled it, and almost made the strong aroma of the wine smash a somersault. He said: "This wine is good, strong enough, and it will definitely be very effective when cleaning the wound."

Li Rui was a little proud: "Of course, this is something I took several days to make. Can the effect be poor?"

Beigong Jing asked: "How did you come up with this method to make wine? You're so smart!"

Li Rui was about to say that this was not common sense! But he was afraid that he would be scolded for showing off, so he changed his words: "It's all inherited from the ancestors!"

Beigong Jing was surprised: "Your ancestors still brew wine?"

Li Rui answered quickly: "The old man is idle and has nothing to do to satisfy his cravings."

Beigong Jing suddenly realized: "So that's it."

Li Rui was trying his best to treat the wounded soldiers, while Hu Yanyan, who was defeated by the Liangzhou army, did not care about the casualties of the wounded soldiers. After the battle, he set up a camp and placed the wounded soldiers in. He had nothing except for some food every day. As for how many of these wounded soldiers could survive, it all depends on God's intention. In the past few days, a large number of corpses have been carried out from the wounded camp every day, and the uninjured soldiers all looked indifferent, as if they had become accustomed to it.

The grassland has a harsh climate and difficult survival. The limited resources can only be used to support young and middle-aged people and children. As for the elderly, injuries and disabilities, they are worthless garbage in their eyes. When the supplies are abundant, they don’t mind feeding the garbage. When the supplies are scarce... they don’t care about it. You can fend for yourself.

In their eyes, these wounded soldiers who have lost their combat effectiveness are worthless. The supply of military supplies is always tight. They have been using troops against Luoyang for many years, and the surrounding areas of Luoyang have been turned into white, and there are fewer and fewer things that can be plundered. The transportation in the rear is intermittent due to the cold and snowy weather. Even the war soldiers are not sufficient, so there is no need to care about the wounded soldiers! How many taels of grain rice a day, you can just struggle to survive. Whether you can survive depends on whether your horoscope is strong enough and whether the shamans favor you.

In ancient wars, the fate of wounded soldiers was so tragic. It was not only the Hu people who did this, but the Central Plains dynasty would do this. The wounded soldiers who lost their combat effectiveness were always the first object to be abandoned when the generals made their choices. When they met those generals who did not do well, they would even throw them into the trench as sandbags and fill them with their flesh and blood. In contrast, General Li Guangli, who had been ridiculed for two thousand years, was much more humane. When he first expedition to Dayuan, he was far away and the land was not submissive.

, Insufficient supplies, the Han army fell ill in large numbers. There was still a long way to go before, and it would be better to kill them directly than to continue walking with the patients. So Li Guangli and others accumulated a certain number of patients and ordered the army to stop moving forward, find a place to build villages, drill out wells, place the patients, and leave some dry food for them to stay there for care, and lead the army to continue moving forward. A large number of Han army patients were able to survive, breed and thriving in the Western Regions, and even develop into small countries.

It was not until the Tang Dynasty that the protection of the wounded soldiers was truly written into this order. The Tang army's military order clearly stipulates: If you abandon the sick children, don't deal with them, don't keep the feeders, the sick children and the sick children will be poked 100 each; if you are buried before you die, you will be beheaded. Those who dare to abandon the wounded and sick comrades, who do not treat and take proper care of them will all lose their heads.

It is not unreasonable that the Tang army can reach the peak of the cold weapon era.

Hu Yanyan, Shi Le and other generals were not as kind as Li Guangli. They had long put the poor wounded soldiers behind their heads and began to plan a larger-scale attack, taking down the new city in one fell swoop and destroying the Liangzhou army, a powerful army that humiliated the Huns and Han countries several times!
Chapter completed!