Daqin: Zulong Overheard My Rebellion Plan

After sending Meng Tian away, Tie Dun asked with some puzzlement: "Your Majesty, those five hundred people are all people from the city who were recruited from the land of the head of the family.

"Let them accompany you this time, just for the purpose of guarding. How can they have any medical skills?"

Iron Shield knew the details of the five hundred guards very well.

Just five hundred peasants.

Although these 500 peasants are tall and strong and have been on the battlefield, some of them even have the titles of public servants and superior titles.

But they are still diligent peasants.

What medicine do they know?

Wang Ying chuckled: "My son said they would, so they will."

"Tie Zhuo, go and call the five hundred guards in the Yingyang Company to the wounded barracks."

"Iron Shield, help this prince to go to the wounded barracks."

Seeing that Wang Ying had business to do, he suddenly pressed his mind and continued to wear the armor of the Common Qin Army, followed by Yuan Yuan.

The battalion of wounded troops was formed into a separate battalion in the right corner of the rear army.

As soon as she entered the wounded barracks, Wang Ying's ears were filled with heart-piercing wailing.

"I don't want to die! My parents are already old, Xiaojun (wife) is seriously ill, and the child is only four years old. What will they do if I die, I can't die!!"

"You still don't want to die? After entering the wounded barracks, more than 80% of the people will die, let alone your injuries are so serious."

"It hurts! It hurts!!!"

"You're pretty good. At least you killed a barbarian before you died. After you die, your family can benefit from it. What about me? I'm going to die if I don't get anything. What a loss!"

Looking around, a large number of blood-stained 07 soldiers were sitting or lying on the ground, some had dull eyes, and some collapsed and cried.

All the sackcloth used by the soldiers to bandage their wounds had already been stained red with blood.

And looking at the color of the fabric, it was obviously cut from the clothes he usually wears.

When passing by some tents, you can even hear the angry whining in the tents and smell the stench.

Wang Ying now understands why Meng Tian set up the wounded barracks as a separate camp.

It is not for the purpose of gathering these wounded soldiers and giving them better care and training conditions.

It was to prevent the desperate, crazy, and deadly atmosphere in the wounded barracks from affecting other soldiers.

Wang Ying can understand Meng Tian.

After all, Sun Zhe was the only doctor in the Northern Expeditionary Army, so it was impossible to treat so many wounded soldiers.

But Wang Ying couldn't bear it.

These are all Qin people!

Just at this moment, a rush of footsteps sounded from behind.

"My son, people have brought it!"

Wang Ying followed the sound and turned her head, and saw five hundred simple men coming quickly, their faces still full of bewilderment.

Wang Ying said in a deep voice: "My officer, I am the War Supervisor, grandson of Marquis Wu Cheng, son of Marquis Tong Wu, former general manager of Yingyang Company, Wang Ying!"

Hearing the position of supervising the army, the five hundred strong men did not respond.

So what if you are a supervisor?

We are just a caravan following the military market, and you can't control us.

But when they heard about Wu Chenghou's grandson and Tong Wuhou's son, the five hundred guards immediately showed respect.

As the food town of Wuchenghou or Tongwuhou, Wang Ying can decide how much tax they have to pay this year with one word.

When they heard the last sentence, the five hundred guards clapped their hands and shouted.

"I'll wait, see Wang Jianjun!"

No way, this is my own food and clothing parents!

Wang Ying nodded slightly: "There is no need to be polite."

"Can you mend clothes?"

Five hundred guards responded without hesitation: "Yes!"

"Sewing clothes is a must-learn item for the Qin army during training, and we are all familiar with it!"

Except for the battles of defending the city and the battle of life and death, the Qin army would never recruit Common women to join the army.

After Yingzheng took office, it was even more demanding that women be prohibited from appearing in the military market.

But a war can range from months to years.

Soldiers are often added with axes and axes, or cross thorny forests, and their clothes cannot be damaged.

However, among the rare women in the Qin army, all of them hold at least the title of public officer or above, and they are all female middle school killers with more than one life in their hands!

Let them help you sew clothes?

Tired of life!

Under such circumstances, although the soldiers of the Qin army could not weave cloth, their sewing skills were definitely more skilled than most women in later generations.

Wang Ying nodded: "That's fine."

Tie Dun couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty, do you mean that they have a foundation because they can sew clothes?"

Wang Ying asked back: "Isn't that enough?"

"If you can sew clothes, you can get wounds."

"This son will teach you some basic medical skills in a surprise manner, and they will be useful within ten days.

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This is really going to sew up wounded soldiers as puppets!

But after careful consideration, Tie Dun and Dun Ruo had to admit that this was the best way now.

Even though the methods of these guards must be uncommon, if five hundred people fight together, more people can be saved than Wang Ying alone.

Looking at the wounded soldier lying on the ground not far away, with tears in his eyes and constantly worrying about his children at home, Wang Ying asked warmly.

"This Pao Ze, would you like me to give you some treatment?"

The wounded soldier asked with some uncertainty: "Supervisor, are you going to treat the wounded for the humble?"

Wang Ying nodded: "Not bad."

"However, the treatment process will be very painful and bloody, are you willing?"

The wounded soldier cupped his hands without hesitation: "The humble official is willing!"

"No matter how painful and bloody it is, it doesn't matter, as long as I can get back a bad life, I will be satisfied!"

Wang Ying nodded happily: "Very kind!"

"Where are the soldiers?"

"Create a tent for the supervising army!"

"You all come with the supervisor!"

Soon, the wounded soldier lay on the plank by himself, letting the iron shield bind his limbs.

After observing the pierced abdomen of the wounded soldier, Wang Ying frowned slightly.

"It's really bad enough."

"It's a good thing there's only one wound."

While speaking, Wang Ying held the blade in his hand and cut off the rotten flesh from the wound.

There are not many medicinal materials accompanying the army, and not everyone can enjoy Mafeisan.

The pain of the sharp knife cutting flesh clearly stimulated the wounded soldier's nerves.

The wounded soldier's eyes widened immediately, his hands and feet exerted force suddenly, and he whimpered and roared.

"Woo!!!"

Wang Ying glanced at the wounded soldier lightly: "If you want to survive, don't move."

"Woo~~"

Looking at Wang Ying's indifferent gaze, thinking about the young and old at home, the wounded soldier clenched the cork stick in his mouth, trying his best to control his body.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the vicinity broke out in a cold sweat.

Seeing Wang Ying stitching up the wounded soldier's wound with a needle and thread, everyone felt chills in their hearts.

Is this healing?

I'm afraid this is not torture!

Is there still humanity?

Half an hour later, Wang Ying finished stitching and turned to look at the five hundred guards.

"Have you seen everything clearly?"

Seeing Wang Ying's blood-stained hands, holding a knife in his left hand and a needle in his right, his eyes were cold.

The guards nodded obediently like chickens pecking rice.

"See clearly!"

Wang Ying nodded and said, "Good."

"Now that you have seen it clearly, let's choose a wounded soldier and try it out for ourselves."

All the guards were stunned.

"Supervisor, you want us to torture 600 people like this?"

"I, I really can't do it!"

Wang Ying's eyes were serious: "Wait, disobedience?"

Immediately, the guards stopped talking.

No matter what Wang Ying's identity is, they can't afford it.

Even if Wang Ying's order violated their conscience, they could only bite the bullet and do it.

"Obey!"

One wounded soldier was sent to a tent.

The howls of whimpers made the hearers feel sad and the listeners shed tears.

Without realizing it, Wang Ying directed the guards to get started one by one.

While personally instructing, at the same time select the materials that can be made.

It wasn't until the sky was getting dark that Wang Ying said: "The light is not enough, let's go here first today. y

The guards who hadn't arrived yet breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Ying continued: "Continue tomorrow."

Immediately, the half-relaxed guards were stuck in the neck again.

Wang Ying turned to look at the guards and said, "Those who have already done the operation will live in the wounded barracks tonight, observing the condition of their patients throughout the night."

"If the suture breaks in the middle, re-suture it immediately."

"Those who haven't gotten started immediately go back to rest and recharge their batteries."

All the guards looked ashen, and they had no choice but to bow their hands.

"Subordinates obey!"

After explaining some care instructions, Wang Ying stepped out of the wounded barracks.

Looking back at the wounded barracks, Wang Ying felt a little depressed.

When viewed from a distance, the military camp under the afterglow of the setting sun is quite artistic.

But only by entering this place can one see the scenes of life and death and human tragedy in this wounded barracks.

After a while, Wang Ying spoke quietly.

"Iron Shield, this battle should be over."

Tie Dun looked at Wang Ying in astonishment: "My lord, are you going to make a move?".