Chapter 223 Disinfection

Jia Rong explained, "This is the language of my hometown, that is, after the injury, there is still a disease after recovery. Don't talk nonsense, take the time to treat the injury!"

The doctor nodded repeatedly. In front of the killing god, it was best to be respectful. Thinking of what he had just done, the doctor's forehead was a cold sweat, reserved and cautious, and the doctor kept warning himself.

However, the disinfection technology of the Han Dynasty is indeed not very good. Looking at the doctor's posture of treating wounds, Jia Rong can't feel a doctor's concept at all, but the movements are quite skilled. It seems that he usually treats such wounds a lot.

Since the doctor boasted, Jia Rong could not disturb him any more, so he came to the temporary stationed place of the army alone.

Looking at the current situation of the 1,000 cavalrymen who were originally alive, Jia Rong's heart throbbed, especially the soldiers with broken limbs and arms were still struggling to persist. At this moment, Jia Rong felt that he was a sinner, even if these soldiers were willing to sacrifice.

"Be sure to take good care of the life of these disabled soldiers for the rest of their lives!" Jia Rong secretly told himself that he could feel better in his heart.

These heroes with broken arms and limbs are lonely. They have won great honors, but they also lead to difficulties in life in the future.

When Jia Rong arrived, all the soldiers struggled to stand up and looked at Jia Rong's eyes and swept away the previous fatigue. Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at Jia Rong closely. The soldiers of Ma Teng's department seemed to be infected and couldn't help getting up.

"Brothers have worked hard. Thanks to my brothers this time, otherwise I, Jia Rong, would not have escaped from Wuwei City. Jia Rong must remember your feelings." Jia Rong said in a low voice.

Ma Teng looked at Jia Rong in surprise and didn't understand why Jia Rong had this statement. In his opinion, it was a natural thing for soldiers to work for the general. Even if they died in battle, it was just right. To regard every soldier as a brother, in Ma Teng's view, it was just a means for Jia Rong to win people's hearts. This method It is especially suitable for places with strong folk customs like Liangzhou.

However, Jia Rong is so solemn that it really shouldn't be. I have to say that Jia Rong's hands are very beautiful, and the soldiers are moved to work hard.

"The dead brothers will not die in vain. Sooner or later, Geng Despian will pay the price. The blood of the brothers will not flow in vain. At that time, the blood of those conspirators will be used to pay tribute to the spirit of the dead brothers in heaven." The more Jia Rong said, the more excited he became. He clenched his hands, his eyes cracked, and he pulled the arrow without knowing it.

The soldiers responded, and the burning flames could be seen in the eyes of the soldiers with broken arms.

In contrast, the soldiers of Ma Teng's department were relatively silent. In other words, there was no man's spirit, so Ma Teng shook his head.

After a while, a truck of wine was pushed up. It took Jia Rong a lot of effort to find these wines.

Jia Rong said, "The injured brother poured wine on the wound." Without advanced medical skills, you can only use a rough disinfection technique, otherwise the wound will be infected, which is basically unsolved in ancient times when medical conditions are very backward.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, even these iron-blooded men couldn't help howling, and the army was full of ghosts crying and wolves, which made people unable to look directly at them.

Ma Teng, Jiang Yu and other generals did not understand Jia Rong's behavior, and the soldiers did not understand it. However, the long-term trust in Jia Rong developed told them that as long as the orders were carried out, the rest did not need to be asked. This is also the creed of every soldier.

The injured soldiers of Ma Teng also poured the liquor on the wound under his order. He was sure that Jia Rong would not harm these soldiers.

Jia Rong nodded with satisfaction, said some words of encouragement and left. The wounds on his body also needed to be treated. There was only one doctor. Some seriously injured soldiers in the army gave priority to healing, and the doctor was very busy.

Lighting the candle, Jia Rong put the green sword on the flame, roasted it carefully, lifted the armor, and saw the shocking wound. The arrow was deeply stuck in the meat. If it was pulled out with brute force, the inverted thorn of the arrow was enough to bring out the muscles, and the arm might be useless.

Zhang Zhi's body also had nearly ten wounds of different sizes, but after simple disinfection and dressing, he also took a deep breath when he saw the arrow wound on Jia Rong's arm.

"Pink the wine!" Jia Rong said in a low voice.

Zhang Zhi, who was beside him, hurriedly filled a bowl of spirits.

Jia Rong handed the Qingqi sword to Zhang Zhi and said, "Scratch the meat away and take out the arrow."

Zhang Zhi couldn't help shivering. The arrow wound is one of the most difficult to heal. The main reason is that when the arrow is taken out, the wound is enlarged a lot. If you are not careful, it will pull the arrow wound, which is most likely to crack and is extremely difficult to heal. Moreover, the arrow wound generally goes deeper into the flesh. In this way, the wound will become bigger and deeper.

"Hurry up, it's not your mother-in-law's. It's not your meat." Jia Rong urged impatiently.

Zhang Zhi bit his lip, took the sword handed over by Jia Rong, and manipulated the sword to approach Jia Rong's wound carefully. However, his hand holding the sword trembled a little. He would kill him. It was the first time to do such a fine work, especially for Ti Jia Rong to deal with the wound, and he needed to be more cautious.

Jia Rong urged again impatiently, grabbed the wooden stick that had been prepared beside him and bit it in his mouth. When he howled, it was not good to be the commander of the army.

When the tip of the sword touched the wound, Jia Rong couldn't help shaking, and the wooden stick in his mouth was also tightly bitten.

He gritted his teeth and seriously scratched the wound. Blood flowed out along the sword marks and quickly soaked Jia Rong's clothes. Even with Jia Rong's perseverance, he couldn't help humming. The sheet on the right hand side was torn because of force. The back of the forehead and back was already sweaty, and the wooden stick in his mouth had already deformed, and his mouth His lip was bitten and blood oozed without knowing it.

The whole process lasted for a quarter of an hour. Even Jia Rong didn't know how he survived. He couldn't be injured by arrows in the future. This was simply a spiritual torture. Jia Rong secretly warned that when he met Hua Tuo, he asked him for some anesthetics by the way. This was a pain.

Looking at the dark arrow, Jia Rong couldn't help scolding, "It's such a small thing that almost killed me, Mad."

Zhang Zhi's worries in his heart are no less than Jia Rong. The first time he dealt with an arrow wound like this, he was a little scared when he thought about it. What would be like if he put it on his body? Zhang Zhi couldn't even think about it. The wound was handled by himself. If Jia Rong had any problems, he could not escape the responsibility.

He picked up the liquor on the table and poured it on the wound. The blood flowed out along the wine. Jia Rong couldn't help shouting.

After disinfection, Zhang Zhi carefully wrapped Jia Rong's wound with white cloth, but his technique was too rough. He touched Jia Rong's wound many times, which caused Jia Rong to curse repeatedly. Jia Rong felt that the words of coming to the Eastern Han Dynasty were basically heard by Zhang Zhi.

After that, Jia Rong said with a soft voice, "I didn't expect your technique to be so good. Use this method to deal with the brother who was injured by the arrow. How can a small arrow wound embarrass the warriors of the Xiliang Army?"

"No!" Zhang Zhi left with his fist in his arms.

In a while, there were bursts of howls in the army, and the desolate screams cried when they heard the sadness.

"Report, the army chasing in the city is only 20 miles away from our army. Please make a decision!"

As soon as Jia Rong walked out of the house, he heard such bad news and sneered, "Do you know how many enemies there are?"

The scout held his fist and said, "About 10,000 people, including five hundred cavalry, came straight to our army."

Jia Rong was shocked. He didn't expect that the army in the city would use tens of thousands of people to chase him at one time. The most troublesome thing was that there were 500 cavalry. Cavalry was not rare in Liangzhou, but it was a big deal to take out 500 at a time. Not everyone was as rich as the Golden City and could afford to raise thousands of cavalry, like the county in the mainland. An army can have 200 cavalry. The price of cavalry is too high.

"Ma Teng Jiang Yu, after you two lead two hundred cavalry, the rest of the people follow me to retreat in the direction of Jincheng." The former left Jincheng to make the world sympathize with his experience, but now he has gone back in frustration. It's ridiculous to think about it.

"No!" Ma Teng and Jiang Yu answered in unison, mentioning that he resisted the enemy with Ma Teng. Jiang Yu was still a little unhappy.

"The rest of the people packed up the marching items and set off in a quarter of an hour!" Jia Rong ordered.

The soldiers of various departments were nervous and busy. After the battle in Wuwei City, Jia Rong's 1,000 cavalry was sharply reduced to more than 500, as well as 1,000 infantry led by Ma Teng. The loss of more than 400 cavalry made Jia Rong heartbroken. These were the most elite soldiers in the Xiliang Army. Unexpectedly, they died in the city. A hundred lonely wolves The soldiers also lost more than 30 people.

There are more than 500 cavalrymen, but there are 800 war horses. As long as the war horses that can run alive are brought out.

Although the soldier's weapons and armor are excellent, Jia Rong cares most about people. As long as there are people, the rest is easy to say.

Putting aside these sad problems, Jia Rong packed up his mood and walked to the house where Wei Fu was. Wei Fu was put on the carriage of Ma Teng's family, and the only doctor was also taken away by Jia Rong.

The doctor still followed Jia Rongxu with heavy profits and threats. It is difficult to leave his hometown, especially these people who are about to grow old.

More than 200 cavalrymen were sandwiched by three high-speed carriages, followed by a thousand infantry, and finally there were 200 cavalry led by Jiang Yu and Ma Teng.

The Xiliang cavalry was disciplined, but the previous infantry brought by Ma Teng was not like this. In fact, most of them were cheated by Ma Teng. Geng asked Ma Teng to lead the soldiers to guard the east gate. Unexpectedly, Ma Teng fought back, and most of the soldiers were forced to "thieves".

Of the 1,000 people, there are only 500 people in Ma Teng's headquarters, and the rest are the army in the city, and his loyalty needs to be investigated.

Hearing the news that the army came to chase, many infantry began to think carefully. On the one hand, their families were in Wuwei City, and on the other hand, they followed Jia Rong's lives. Three or five groups of infantry calculated their gains and losses together.

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