"General is wise!" All the generals cupped their hands and said. No one had any objections to the military merits of the soldiers who died in battle being doubled. This time, the army had killed 50,000 Tuyuhun and there was enough military merits for the soldiers to share. Furthermore, Li Jing's actions would definitely make the soldiers loyal to him and focus on killing the enemy.
Li Jing looked at the messy battlefield and took a deep breath. He said loudly, "Let's go and see how the wounded soldiers are doing."
The hearts of the generals sank. Although the Tang Army had achieved a great victory this time, there were still close to 10,000 soldiers who were injured. According to past practice, the recovery rate was at most 30%.
Fortunately, the Medical School's disciples had joined the army this time. They hoped that the Medical School was not exaggerating. If there was a 90% recovery rate, it would be the greatest blessing for the soldiers. What was more important than military merits was the lives of the soldiers.
The camp for wounded soldiers was not far away. It was located on a flat grassland less than one li away from the battlefield. On this grassland, white tents had already been set up. Soldiers were coming in and out quickly, carrying wounded soldiers into the tents so that they could receive treatment from the School of Medicine as quickly as possible.
The entire wounded barracks were bustling with activity. Even when Li Jing and his group entered, no one paid any attention to them. Left with no choice, Li Jing grabbed a tall soldier who had just finished his work and asked,
"Where is Fifth Doctor Mo?"
"Reporting to General! Fifth Doctor Mo is in the middle tent and is currently treating an injured soldier. "The tall soldier saw that it was Li Jing and quickly reported.
Under the lead of the tall soldier, the generals came to the largest tent in the middle and saw two medics carrying out a bandaged soldier.
"Fifth Doctor Mo, am I crippled?" The wounded soldier gritted his teeth in pain and wailed.
The white tent flap was opened and Mo Wu, with a young face, wiped the water droplets on his hands with a clean towel. He said nonchalantly, "The broken hamstring has been reconnected. You will be able to get off the bed in a month. However, if you want to walk normally, you will need at least a year to recover."
"A year to be able to walk normally?" The wounded soldier was stunned.
Mo Wu frowned, "If you think it's too slow, you can go to Chang 'an City's Mo Hospital for rehabilitation training. Half a year should be enough."
The wounded soldier was overjoyed when he heard that. He waved his hands and said, "I don't think it's slow, I don't think it's slow! As long as my leg can be saved, even if it's two years, it's worth it. "
Suddenly, the dejected look of the wounded soldier was swept away. Even if his leg was in severe pain, he no longer had that miserable look on his face.
"I'll leave the rest to you guys. He still has a few minor injuries on his body and the bleeding has already stopped. Use the method that I usually teach you guys. First, use alcohol to disinfect the wounds. Then, use the Wound Suturing Technique. Once the suturing is done, apply some medicine." Mo Wu instructed the medics beside him. Waving his hand, he signaled for the soldiers to carry the injured soldier away.
"Yes!" Instantly, the medics at the side responded and quickly carried the injured soldier to another tent for treatment. With regards to the suturing technique, they were already very familiar with it. Although their skills could not be compared to a real doctor, they could not care less at this moment. As long as they could suture the wound, it was fine.
"Doctor Mo Wu's medical skills are indeed shocking. With such a miraculous medical skill, it is truly a blessing for the soldiers. This Old Man thanks the School of Medicine on behalf of the soldiers." Li Jing took the opportunity to express his gratitude.
Li Jing could imagine that if the School of Medicine did not join in, based on the standard of the military medics, the injured soldier might not even be able to keep his life, let alone being crippled.
"General Li is too kind. Saving lives and healing the wounded is the duty of the School of Medicine." Mo Wu replied humbly.
Li Jing nodded his head and asked, "How's the treatment of the injured soldiers coming along?"
Mo Wu replied with lingering fear, "It is all thanks to the promotion of the emergency bleeding control method and the few hundred medics. Currently, most of the heavily injured soldiers have been treated. As for the rest of the soldiers who are not seriously injured, with the few hundred medics taking over, I believe that they will be treated very quickly."
Fortunately, there was an emergency bleeding control method. Otherwise, the number of soldiers who died in this battle would have at least doubled. Furthermore, there were close to ten thousand injured soldiers this time. If there were only a few medical disciples, they would not be able to treat all of them.
When Li Jing heard this, he was pleasantly surprised, "That is to say, these injured soldiers …"
Mo Wu nodded his head and replied, "General, do not worry. The soldiers managed to stop the bleeding in time. With the addition of alcohol disinfection and suturing technique, I can guarantee a ninety percent recovery rate."
The faces of the soldiers lit up with joy. A ninety percent recovery rate meant that there would be at least nine thousand soldiers who would recover. This was great news.
"Doctor Mo, there are not enough tents left." A medic said anxiously. There were simply too many injured soldiers, and the originally prepared tents had long been used up.
Before Mo Wu could reply, Li Jing waved his hand and said, "Pass down the order, clear out the tents of the soldiers and prioritize the needs of the injured soldiers."
Li Jing was a battle-hardened veteran and naturally knew the value of the injured soldiers. A soldier who had been on the battlefield, killed an enemy, and recovered from his injuries was extremely precious. Once these soldiers recovered and donned their battle armor, they would instantly become battle-hardened elite soldiers.
Now that there was a ninety percent chance that these soldiers would recover, Li Jing would naturally place great importance on them.
"Doctor Mo, one of the injured soldiers has started bleeding again." A medic hurriedly reported.
Mo Wu hurriedly excused himself from Li Jing and left in a hurry to begin another life and death rescue.
Li Jing led a group of generals to inspect one tent after another. He looked at the busy wounded soldier camp. In this wounded soldier camp, every soldier had received meticulous care. All their wounds had been stitched up and wrapped in clean, snow-white sackcloth.
Although there were many soldiers lying down, there was no sign of death. On the contrary, every soldier was chatting casually, and no one was worried about their lives.
Walking out of the casualty barracks, Li Jing looked at the sun that was gradually setting in the west and let out a long sigh. "Soldiers die in battle on the battlefield, while doctors save the dying and heal the injured. There are countless people who have survived. With doctors around, it is the good news of our military."
The group of generals nodded their heads. To a soldier, the greatest blessing was to be able to receive treatment from a doctor when they were injured!
As the sun set, the earth once again fell into darkness. The Tang Army buried their own soldiers, but there was only one way to deal with the Tuyuhun soldiers who died in battle, and that was to cremate them.
After a great battle, if the corpses were not dealt with in time, it would definitely cause a plague. Cremation was the simplest and safest method.
Too many Tuyuhun soldiers died in battle, and the fire continued to burn, illuminating the entire night sky red.
"Eh! Why is the west on fire too? " A soldier on night patrol looked at the west in surprise. There was a similar fire in the west, illuminating the entire sky red.
"Not good, it must be that old bastard Fu Yun burning the plains. Quickly report this to the general!" The soldier on night patrol hurriedly went to report to the central camp.
Not long later, all of the generals in the camp rushed to the west side of the barracks and looked at the red sky in the west with a grave expression. This was obviously Fu Yun burning the plains, leaving the Tang Army's warhorses without pasture and cutting off the path of the Tang Army's pursuit.
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