Chapter 080 Wounded Soldiers and Banquet

Lin Zimo returned to his team and learned about the casualties of his own resistance this time. The team of more than 3,000 people suffered nearly one-third of the casualties. Zhao Wenxuan's troops suffered the least casualties, with only more than a hundred people. Qianqian's soldiers suffered nearly 300 casualties, while Fang Qianhu's soldiers suffered more than half of them. With mixed feelings in his heart, he is really not in the good mood to attend the celebration banquet. Since Zhao Fu issued a handsome order, he had to implement it. After all, if he survived, he had to relax. As a result, the scene of killing pigs and sheep was in full swing in the camps of the officers and soldiers.

Lin Zimo did not show the joy of talking like other generals and enjoying victory in advance, but went to his wounded camp. The smell of blood still permeated the air, and all kinds of wailing and painful moans of the wounded soldiers filled his ears. When passing by, Lin Zimo can always see broken hands, broken feet, or large basins of blood being sent out.

The cruelty outside the battlefield still exists. He knew that there was neither a very effective analgetic like morphine nor penicillin, an anti-bacterial drug in this era. As for the pain relief drugs such as hemp boiling soup, the effect is always very limited, and the way to deal with bacteria is the oldest, primitive, and most direct burning the wound with a red soldering iron. If a seriously injured soldier wants to live, in addition to having a strong will to survive, God's meaning is even more important. After all, the operation here is to cut off limbs and carrion.

The young soldier lying on a mat shouted painfully, "I beg you, you'd better kill me!"

Lin Zimo walked over when he heard the sound, noting that his belly had been cut, and his intestines had fallen out of his abdominal cavity. It's not a good thing that he doesn't have a life. After all, the existing medical conditions and levels can't cure a seriously injured person like him. The only thing the soldiers who followed the army did was to treat other potential sergeants.

Lin Zimo, who squatted down, did not care about the so-called level and identity at all, but stretched out his hands and held the right hand of the 16-year-old soldier and said, "You are very brave. Your parents, family and relatives will be proud of you.

The injured soldier whose attention was diverted seemed to feel that the wound was not as painful as before. He looked directly at his parents and said, "Really? You didn't lie to me? My lord, I killed two rebels with my own hands.

"Really. You are very brave." Lin Zimo clenched his hands and said seriously, "You are a warrior of our Ming Dynasty."

A rare smile appeared on the injured soldier's face, and his eyes seemed to see his return to his hometown. Lin Zimo, who slowly loosened his hands, quickly pulled out the dagger in his right boot and stabbed his heart neatly. He had no breath, and his face still kept a smile before his death. Wang Qiang, who followed his master, knew that Lin Zimo's behavior was to prevent the other party from suffering too much. In fact, death is not terrible, but what is terrible is the process of death.

After seeing his master get up, Wang Qiang held his fist and said, "Let the subordinates finish this kind of thing for him."

Lin Zimo, who held the dagger in his right hand, understood that he was working for himself, but did not accept it: "I'll come in person. Even if they can't live, I always have to give them the honor before death.

Wang Qiang, who listened, didn't say more. After all, the meaning of his action is completely different from that of his own action. A trivial soldier was "sent away" by a magistrate, but he could feel more dignity and honor than Wang Qiang, who was still white. In fact, Lin Zimo knows very well that honor and so on are all lies. In the high position, if the country can be well governed so that the people of Li have a mouthful of food, ghosts are willing to get up and do things to kill their heads.

After receiving a piece of white cloth sent by Wang Qiang and wiping the dagger, Lin Zimo called the leader of the army and said, "You must save the soldiers who can save me. As for the cost of drugs, you don't have to worry about it. Even if you use up all the medicinal herbs, it's nothing to do with you. What other drugs do you need, just open your mouth. I will order people to get all the shortcomings here. After all, the land boundary of Xunzhou Prefecture is still my Lin Zimo's territory. My words should still work. As for those seriously injured sergeants who really can't survive, I will personally send them back to their hometown.

The leader of Sui Junlang felt very surprised and said humbly, "Lord Futai, please rest assured that I will try my best to treat him."

Lin Zimo nodded and said 'very good', and then continued to walk forward to check his wounded soldiers. The leader of the army was deeply moved and believed that Lin Zimo was a good official who really loved the people and soldiers like a son. Few of the officials I know will treat the people below sincerely. Officials use their subordinates more to gain benefits and the future.

And these generals are more likely to use the lives of soldiers to rush to pave the way for their future. Even if a senior official really comes, it's just a turn and make a look. After so many years of military service, it was the first time he saw a good official who really cared for soldiers.

This trip, Lin Zimo personally sent his double-digit sergeant's soul back to his hometown. His heart was not happy at all, but it was very heavy. At the moment when the knife fell, he did not show a bloodthirsty and murderous side. He saw these teenagers under 20, who had not even enjoyed the unique joy between men and women, hurriedly came to this world and left in a hurry. I really feel that they have gone through this world for nothing.

When night fell, a pile of bonfires burned, and the well-legged sergeants sat around the fire, drinking in a big bowl and eating meat. This is the beginning of the celebration banquet. During the day, Lin Zimo and Zhao Wenxuan were cordially received by Zhao Fu. In the evening, the two brothers were not invited to attend the banquet held by the coach's camp.

Zhao Wenxuan, who seemed to be a little indignant, drank a bowl of wine and said with a sense of complaining, "If it hadn't been for our two brothers to resist the breakout of the rest of the Hou, there would never have been a great victory to surround him this time."

"Wen Xuan, don't be impatient." Lin Zimo, who picked up the wine bowl, did not drink and said, "We are not from Zhao Fu in the first place, so it is reasonable not to be valued by him. Don't ask for too much for my brother, just beg me to be fine."

Zhao Wenxuan, who grabbed the wine jar and looked up and drank wildly, still said unhappily, "In the past, I was calculated to put up with it. After all, all the credit is not as big as this time. This time, our two brothers are on the line and should have remembered their first achievements. Without further secre, it is not too much to be promoted to the third level.

Lin Zimo, who drank a mouthful of wine and took a bite of roast mutton, looked very indifferently and said, "It seems that you have forgotten what I said to you when we first left Guiping City. You don't lack credit and ability, but you lack the experience of fighting in the officialdom. Think about it, we are not Zhao Fu's people, but Han Yong's people. Why did he cultivate and promote us? How is the relationship between them? You and I don't know the inside story. Besides, he is the commander of an army of 160,000, and we just helped him encircle and suppress the rebels. If our limelight covers him, I'm afraid there will be no place for his face.

Zhao Wenxuan, who had drunk a few more sips of wine, felt that what his brother said was reasonable, and still reluctantly said, "I'm really unhappy to remember such a great achievement on Zhao Fu and others."

Lin Zimo said calmly, "Don't be too anxious, or you will stand high and fall heavily. This bright world is already full of crises and undercurrents. In the future, there will be many opportunities to make contributions. Our two brothers are still very weak. To be precise, we are just pawns on other people's chessboard, and we are not qualified to sit down and play games with others. Nowadays, we should not only not become abandoned children in the hands of others, but also make others feel that we are extremely valuable. We are people without foundation. Once we make a mistake, maybe there is not even a person who stands up to speak for you and me.

Zhao Wenxuan, who felt that he had to eat again, couldn't help raising the wine jar and drinking wildly. I know it's unfair, but I can't change it. He was very dissatisfied and could only anesthetize himself by drunkenness. Zhao Wenxuan did realize his great ambition and ambition, and there was no place to show it at all.

Reaching out and grabbing Lin Zimo's wine jar, he smiled and said, "Drink slowly, don't drink like this. I understand your mind, but we have to learn to endure before we have a chance to climb. Han Yong and Zhao Fu, either of them is a big man we can't offend. This time, you and I are credited as a face for being sold to Zhao Fu.

Zhao Wenxuan, who really can't laugh, sighed and said, "This face is really big. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that they had picked up a big bargain, and our two brothers paid so much that they didn't even get a fart. We still don't talk about this. The more we talk about it, the more angry we get.

Lin Zimo said with a smile, "Come on, let's drink and eat meat. If you want to scold, just scold. Anyway, there are only two brothers here, and there are no outsiders. After tonight, it will be completely over. As for the development of things, it depends on the meaning of God. Don't bring negative emotions into the future. You, me, and he are all officials of the same dynasty. They look up and look down. Even if we don't harm others, we still have to beware of being tricked.