"Even if it doesn't affect you, you have to go to the camp to have a look. If the wound is big, get them to stitch it up. Otherwise, when will the wound heal?" After that, Jiang Pengji continued, "Coincidentally, you asked someone to take my knife to be sharpened. The blade is curled to an unsightly state —"
Liyun glanced at the knife his lord had thrown on the ground. The knife was as heavy as a stone. Apart from his lord, no one else could use it so smoothly.
However, every time his lord returned from the battlefield, she would take the knife to the bladesmith to sharpen it and fix the edge of the curled blade.
It wasn't that the quality of the knife wasn't good. It was clearly because his lord was too eager to kill. No matter how good the knife was, it was a disposable item in her hands.
"The army hasn't arrived yet. The thread in the camp isn't enough …"
Liyun relied on his good health to recover quickly. He didn't want to compete with the wounded for scarce medical resources.
"The thread we brought isn't enough?" Jiang Pengji was surprised.
Liyun laughed. "It's not just our soldiers who are injured. There are also the captives in the North borderline. The consumption is greater than expected."
Jiang Pengji said, "If there isn't enough thread, pull out a few more strands of hair. The wound isn't very deep or long. Hair can make do."
Although hair was brittle, when two or three strands were curled together, their tenacity was not low. It would be no problem in an emergency.
A few years ago, Jiang Pengji organized a more comprehensive knowledge of emergency care with the help of the audience in the streaming room.
Apart from that, she also consulted the doctor in charge of Wanzhou's medical center about the possibility of suturing wounds.
Her exact words at that time were:
"The human body is like clothes. Torn clothes can be sutured with thread. If the wound is too big, why can't it be sutured with thread?"
The doctor was speechless. How could people and clothes be the same?
However, Jiang Pengji was the lord.
Their salaries were all paid by her. The medical center they worked in was also funded by her.
At first, they didn't dare to use it on humans. The doctors could only experiment on rabbits or other animals. They even asked the embroidery maids for advice on various embroidery techniques.
Facts proved that after the wound was sutured, the recovery speed was much faster than without. The chances of pus festering and death were also greatly reduced!
The doctors searched for all kinds of thread suitable for suturing wounds. They even taught this surgical technique to the soldiers in the women's camp.
Most of the soldiers who died in the war didn't die on the battlefield. They died because their wounds were not treated in time or because their wounds became inflamed and pus.
With better medical care and suturing techniques, most of the injured soldiers could survive.
Thanks to this, the women's camp became more and more popular.
If it weren't for the rule that women could only get married at the age of twenty-five, many male soldiers would have wanted to get married.
Keep the goodies within the family!
Most of the female soldiers who retired early because of their injuries chose to stay in the army as logisticians. Their marriage partners were either retired male soldiers, or they had their own household registers. They chose a decent captive to start a family and became the head of the family themselves. Regardless of which one it was, he was currently living his life as he wished and was enviable.
"Hair too?" Li Yun was surprised. "Alright, then I will make a trip to the casualty barracks later."
While they were talking, the sky was already completely bright, and the red clouds on the horizon were like a halo of paint.
The livestream viewers stayed up all night.
Most of them were so sleepy that they couldn't open their eyes, but when they saw the floating corpses on the surface of the water, they were so shocked that they lost all desire to sleep.
"Send someone to fish up these corpses and bury them. Otherwise, the corpses will enter the mouths of the fish and prawns and contaminate the river. It will be inconvenient for us to use water."
Jiang Pengji ordered someone to retrieve the corpse.
They only cleaned up the corpses on their side of the river. They didn't have to bother with the corpses that floated to the other side, lest they got shot full of holes.
After the great victory at the Yi River, the morale on Jiang Pengji's side was unprecedentedly high.
Because Dongqing had suffered too many losses at the hands of the North borderline, before the war started, everyone was still anxious and fearful.
Dongqing had lost at their home ground. Could they win if they ran over to their territory?
The facts proved that not only did they win, but they also won by a landslide!
Compared to the jubilation on this side, the North borderline camp on the west bank of the Yi River was filled with a heavy and gloomy atmosphere.
Wu Liba was a veteran general, but he was fiercely reprimanded by the acting king in public. He had lost all his face.
Even Wu Liba's political enemy, Haruncha, could not help but feel a little sad when he saw his nemesis in such a situation.
The acting king was brainless, but Haruncha couldn't watch him continue to court death.
Wu Liba had lost, but victory and defeat were common in war. He couldn't beat Wu Liba to the bottom of the valley just because of one loss, could he?
There were many people in the North borderline who were good at war, but most of them were reckless warriors. There weren't many commanders with brains.
If Wu Liba was crippled, the North borderline would be finished.
In the past, Haruncha also thought that no matter how good one's brain was, it couldn't be as hard as one's fist.
Ever since he witnessed Sun Wen single-handedly toying with the North borderline's imperial court, he had changed his usual insistence.
Nothing must happen to Wu Liba!
Thinking of this, Haruncha stepped out to speak up for Wu Liba, which caused everyone to look at him suspiciously.
Weren't Haruncha and Wu Liba political enemies?
When did the two of them bury the hatchet?
The acting king was holding back his anger, but Haruncha was his confidant, so he had to show him some respect.
He might as well let Wu Liba recuperate and redeem himself after he recovered.
When everyone had left, the acting king specially asked Haruncha to stay.
"Is there no one in the vast North borderline who can replace Wu Liba? This old man, he's really getting old … "
The acting king asked Haruncha. The more he was in this situation, the more he missed Sun Wen, who had met with misfortune.
"If Zaidao was here, how could Wu Liba be so arrogant …"
Haruncha stood silently at the side. He didn't want to offend the other party.
When the acting king had vented enough, Haruncha said, "Acting king, in my opinion, Liu Xi won unfairly this time."
"What do you mean?"
"If the two armies were to face each other, our army would definitely return victorious. In my humble opinion, the plan to create a diversion was a very good one. However, Liu Xi has many strategists under his command. Some of them must have seen through General Wu Liba's plan and have taken precautions against it, setting up strict defenses. "
In other words, it wasn't that Wu Liba lost to Liu Xi, nor was it that the North borderline soldiers lost to the weaklings of the Han people. They lost because of their strategy!
With that said, the acting king felt much better.
"Then what should we do?" he asked. "Do we allow one side to cross the river and fight?"
Even if they were willing, Liu Xi's side wouldn't agree.
They were enemies, not comrades. Why would they trust him?
Haruncha said, "That's not what I meant. It's just that morale is low and we urgently need to reinvigorate it."
Without morale, how could they fight a war?
Obviously, the acting king's ability to grasp the main point was a little lacking.
The acting king said, "If Zaidao was still here, I wouldn't have to do this …"
Haruncha was speechless.
'F * ck! F * ck!
That's f * cking enough!
Before the acting king could think of a solution, the two of them heard the sound of a bugle horn.
"Where's the bugle horn?"
The high-pitched sound of the bugle horn carried a heavy murderous aura. If one listened carefully, there seemed to be the rumbling of drums, as dense as a rainstorm.
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