Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

On the morning of the 4th, Myron Garnard woke up from his sleep. He washed up with a depressed look and went to the castle's dining room for breakfast.

At night, he dreamed of the scene when he overheard the conspiracy. This incident had caused a great blow to his heart.

Yesterday, his brother Paul Graman had led his troops to Bayerding to fight against the rebels. He didn't know how the war was going now.

He trusted Paul very much. Seeing Paul's confident look, he should be able to end the war soon.

After breakfast, the steward of the Graman family, Philip, came to him and said that Butler Ford and Baron Abbott wanted to see him, so he came to the hall to meet them.

"Congratulations, Earl!" Butler Ford and Baron Abbott stood up and congratulated him as soon as they saw him.

Mailon was full of questions: "What happened?"

Old Ford explained: "Yesterday afternoon, Lord Graman had defeated the traitors Anqiluo, Abbot and others, and Butuya City is under the control of our army."

Mailon opened his mouth in surprise and asked incredulously: "This... so fast? Didn't he just set out yesterday?"

He thought that even if he could defeat Anqiluo and others in a field battle, with Butuya's walls and reserves, it would take at least a week to break the city. Last night, he was worried about the safety of the residents in the city for half a night.

"The troops of Anqiluo and others are just a bunch of farmers who have been recruited for a few days, just a mob. Even if they keep some private soldiers on weekdays, it can't change the overall situation." Hansel had seen the soldiers patrolling the streets in Butuya. They were loose and messy, and were far inferior to the elite soldiers in Lake Heart Town.

Mellon held his hands in front of his chest and prayed: "Thank you for the blessing of the Lord of Light!"

General Manager Ford smiled and said to Mellon: "Lord Graman, please return to Butuya today to stabilize the people of Bayerding as soon as possible."

Mellon nodded: "Okay, I'll leave immediately."

...

Paul was in the Lord's Mansion of Butuya, listening to the report on the results of yesterday's battle.

According to the information obtained from the interrogation of several knights and small leaders, among the more than 2,000 rebels, nearly 400 were private soldiers that Anqiluo and others had before, about 300 were mercenaries, and the rest were farmers or serfs recruited from all over Bayerding.

After the battle, the Alda army captured a total of 823 prisoners of various kinds, and the rest of the survivors were scattered in the battle. Including the knights killed by shotguns, a total of 98 enemies were killed, and a large number of wounded were not counted.

He instructed the officer in charge of the prisoners: "Carefully identify them. If they are newly recruited farmers, feed them a full meal and let them go home, so that they don't have to eat our food here. If they are the former private soldiers of the traitors, detain them for a while and release them when the situation stabilizes. If they are knights, do not release them without my order."

The officer asked: "Won't you stay with those serfs? Theoretically, they are not prisoners, but spoils of war."

Paul was startled and said: "Let them choose for themselves. If they are willing to go to Arda, I will make them free people. If they want to return to their original place, don't stop them."

Although Paul's decision was strange, the officer still wrote it down.

Paul continued: "For those who have been killed, spread the news of our victory and let their families come to claim them. Those who have no one to claim or can't wait can be buried first."

As for the Arda army itself, there were only 16 lightly wounded and 3 seriously wounded, but they were not in danger of life.

This is thanks to the large number of firearms. When the enemy approaches, a row of lead bullets or a few grenades can disperse a large group of people.

A soldier in charge asked with some embarrassment: "There are some seriously injured but still alive prisoners. Look..."

"How serious are their injuries?"

"They have lost their ability to move, and are still unconscious."

Paul was embarrassed. After thinking for a while, he said: "If you can save them, save them. I don't want the Alda army to have a reputation for being cold and cruel. Take me to the place where these prisoners are placed first."

After arriving at the camp where the seriously injured prisoners were placed, the smell here was very unpleasant, mixed with rotten meat, strong liquor, herbs, olive oil (used to stop bleeding) and various difficult-to-distinguish smells.

The painful groans in the camp came one after another, constantly irritating Paul's nerves.

The Alda army has not yet been equipped with full-time military doctors, so some people with experience in treating wounds can only play guest roles, and the methods are also relatively rough.

Those who were hit directly by solid shells almost didn't survive. The adults placed here were all injured by spears, bullets, and shotguns.

Those injured by spears were easy to deal with. For those injured by muskets or shotguns, they could only follow the experience of dealing with arrow wounds in the past, tie up the patients and hold them tightly, put sticks in their mouths, and then use knives to dig out the lead bullets from the wounds, apply herbal ointment and wrap them with bandages.

For those wounded whose limbs were obviously beyond saving, there was only one way to use it - saw them off with a saw.

Paul happened to see such an unfortunate operation. The tragic scene made him just take a glance and quickly leave the tent.

Bryce whispered to him: "Those who are obviously beyond saving, right..." He made a gesture of wiping his neck.

After struggling for a while, Paul said helplessly: "Give them a quick death."

Even for the prisoners and wounded who were treated, they could only do their best and leave it to fate. In this world with backward medical technology and almost no hygiene concept, even if they temporarily saved their lives, many wounded would die from wound infections such as tetanus, and the mortality rate was extremely high.

This inspection reminded Paul that it was time to establish a more formal medical system, especially in the army.

In previous battles, the Alda army relied on its equipment and system advantages to crush the opponent, and its own casualties were very few, but what about the future?

If we encounter an evenly matched or more powerful opponent in the future, there will definitely be a large number of seriously injured, so battlefield medical treatment will be very important. Do we have to rely on these primitive medical technologies or the holy water of the charlatans to treat our precious soldiers?

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Absolutely not! Every soldier is precious, and how much effort has been poured into them. In the current situation where the army is small, the death of each soldier is an extremely significant loss, especially those experienced veterans, who are the seeds of future military expansion.

Moreover, the civilians also need an advanced medical system. Not to mention other things, just the matter of women giving birth, the mortality rate from mothers to infants is extremely high.

Paul remembered that some data he had read in his previous life showed that the mortality rate of ancient Chinese mothers was as high as 30%, and the infant mortality rate before the founding of New China was about 20%. Presumably, in this world with a social development level similar to that of the Middle Ages, these data would not look good.

"Even if we can't improve the medical level immediately, at least we have to improve the nursing level, which is quite easy to do."

Paul thought to himself as he looked at the dirty and messy camp for the wounded.

He remembered that in the Crimean War, although there were military doctors in the British army, the mortality rate of the wounded was still very high until the arrival of Nightingale, the founder of nursing.

Although Nightingale did not have superb medical skills, she reduced the mortality rate of British soldiers from 42% to 2.2% by cleaning hospital wards, washing soldiers' clothes, improving ventilation and drainage environment, etc. She also won the title of "Lantern Goddess" for her meticulous care for soldiers.

Based on her own investigation and military data, Nightingale used statistical knowledge to make a soldier health analysis report, thus confirming that the number of people who died from disease infection during the war far exceeded the casualties directly caused by the war.

Let's start with improving the hygiene of the prisoner camp. Paul has always emphasized the hygiene conditions in the barracks since the day of military reform, so the soldiers' own living places are very clean, but the places where prisoners are placed are not so particular. It's not a group of uncles, why so much effort.

He called the officer who managed the prisoner camp and criticized him severely.

"The prisoner camp is so dirty and messy. What if there is a disease and we are infected?"

The earl was very angry, and the officer was scolded so hard that he dared not say a word.

A lot of care measures for the wounded were proposed, such as: garbage and dirty water should be cleaned up in time; the tent should be kept ventilated; the clothes of the wounded should be boiled in boiling water for sterilization.

"What is sterilization? Just follow it first."

After giving some instructions, Paul returned to the lord's mansion, and the soldier on guard told him that Count Myron Garnard was waiting for him inside.

So fast? He was a little surprised.

Well, it's time to have a good talk with this blood-sworn brother.

I worked overtime tonight and came back quite late, so I uploaded it late, sorry!