The Great Tang: World Martial God

At dusk, the dryness and heat eased slightly.

The sunset pulls this sparse silhouette, intertwined and shuttled. The young son with a folding fan, the elderly women and children with children, took to the streets, seeking a coolness in the heat.

The carriage whizzed past, and there was a conversation between the two.

Cheng Chumo stared at the three porcelain vases in Tang Hao's hand, puzzled.

In this training, because of his own negligence, how many soldiers were scratched, is it possible that this small porcelain bottle was prepared for these dozens of people?

What kind of fairy dew is in this small porcelain bottle that can make the soldiers heal without being burnt?

After hesitating for a moment, Cheng Chu leaned in silently, examined the porcelain vase for a while, and said his doubts.

"Brother Tang, is the magic medicine in this bottle so powerful?"

Raising the porcelain bottle in his hand, Tang Hao looked at it for a moment and said slowly.

"Where is it so simple? This alcohol is used for disinfection. The purpose is to prevent the purulent wound from expanding."

"To heal, you need to pay more attention to the fur palace and keep the wound clean and dry."

Pointing to Cheng Chumo, Tang Hao looked serious.

"For the Datang Training Strategy, you can train according to the above training method, but don't make it more difficult."

Cheng Chumo wanted these soldiers to quickly become elites in the army, and he was right.

But how do you know that the intensity of training is directly proportional to the daily diet, and if you blindly ask soldiers to overdraft physical training, it will take a long time, but big problems will occur.

With this lesson, Cheng Chumo categorically no longer dared to command blindly, his head was pecked and he nodded again and again.

In the barracks, the training of soldiers is also coming to an end at this time.

Seeing Tang Hao coming, many people bowed and said hello.

With a group of people, Tang Hao drove the carriage and carried a few large boxes. He clasped his fists in response to the soldiers and walked towards the barracks.

As soon as he came to the camp of the military camp, he hadn't made any money yet, and the strong smell of sweat almost stunned Tang Hao, took a breath of fresh air outside, and got into the camp.

One by one, the soldiers were tanned like bronze statues, wrapped in two pocket cloths, lying on their beds carelessly, hanging their injured legs, snoring like thunder.

The guard who followed in at the door was embarrassed and shouted.

"Get up! The general inspects!"

This shout was very useful. He got up from the bed in a hurry and stood upright with a grunt, completely forgetting the pain on his body.

Many soldiers grinned, but in the end they didn't make a cry of pain.

Without waiting for these soldiers to say hello, Tang Hao waved his arm.

"It's all wounded, don't be polite, just lie down."

At a glance, there were no fewer than fifty wounded, and Tang Hao did not delay, and ordered Cheng Chumo to go and fetch ice cubes.

Holding his breath and not smelling the sweaty feet, Tang Hao took a closer look at the injury.

The ankle is red, swollen and swollen, not like a bruise-like purplish swelling, and a slight movement is accompanied by severe pain.

"Ice cubes, cold compresses."

Cheng Chumo, with a basin at the back of his body, was shocked when he heard this command.

Such precious ice cubes on your feet?

I am afraid that only a big family like Tang Hao can dare to do such a violent act of heaven and things!

Without waiting to speak silently, the soldier sleeping on the wooden board was already startled.

"Don't make it! Don't make it!"

"Master Hou, the villain has a low life, it's not worth using such precious things."

"The villain has also sprained in the countryside. If it doesn't get in the way, he will get better if he is lame these days."

Hearing these words, Tang Hao felt sorrow and grief in his heart.

Although it is in this prosperous age of Zhenguan, the legs of poor people are not worth a piece of ice.

Tang Hao kept his face straight, and continued to check on the next wounded, his tone of voice not tolerant of his beak.

"Stop talking nonsense! Datang is enemies on all sides, waiting for you to conquer!"

"Let you use it, just use it."

Applying ice cubes, the cool breath only relieves the pain in the ankle a lot.

The soldiers only regarded Tang Hao as loving the people like a son, and couldn't stop wiping his tears, and thanked him again and again.

After inspecting around, Tang Hao was a little relieved.

These soldiers were born in special training, and their physical fitness was far better than ordinary people. Although they were sprained, they were not a major problem.

Some are ankles, some are knees, and ice packs are used for ice packs.

The purpose is to promote the absorption of peripheral hematoma and relieve pain.

I wanted to blame Cheng Chumo for a few words, but saw him laying ice for the soldiers by himself.

When I came to my lips, I couldn't ask questions abruptly.

Tang Hao said with a punch on the chest of the oncoming figure.

"You kid, don't dare to modify and add training content indiscriminately in the future!"

"This time is fairly timely, not more than a day, otherwise this sprain and swelling must be inevitable."

Cheng Chumo, who was holding the empty basin, was like a kid who did something wrong.

"Listen to Brother Tang's instructions for everything, and I will never do it again in the future."

Pat Cheng Chu silently on the shoulder, pulled his arm, and exhorted.

"After three days, apply a square towel several times a day to apply heat. If you have herbal medicine, just wrap it in a single layer. The summer is hot and covering it too thick is counterproductive."

Cheng Chumo respectfully bowed his hands.

"Take it down!"

"Brother Tang, the soldiers with bruises are bothering you to heal you."