Tiantang Splendid

Chapter 349 Wounded Barracks

In the perception of many people, the so-called war is nothing more than ordering soldiers and horses, with flags like clouds and swords and guns like forests, with courage and courage, and then go to the battlefield to fight until the sky is dark and dark, the winner will be famous in the world, and the loser will be defeated The death of the dead...

It's not that simple.

Soldiers are the great affairs of the country. The place of life and death, the way of life and death, must be investigated.
It's not just talking...

When a large army sets out, food and supplies must be continuously transported to the front line. Even under the military system, soldiers carry dry food with them, but how much can a soldier carry on an expedition of thousands of miles?Since grain, grass and supplies are to be transported, it is necessary to recruit civilian husbands.[-] to [-] troops, not less than one-fifth of the auxiliary soldiers and civilian husbands, and then the accompanying military doctors, blacksmiths and carpenters of the military supervisor...

10,000+ people plus a mountain of luggage is like a moving city. Even if there is no war, the number of people injured every day is inevitable.

At this time, Tang Junzhong already had the prototype of a field hospital, and all patients were placed in one place for medical treatment.However, the convenience of medical treatment is just an excuse. The main reason is that the wailing of wounded soldiers will affect the morale of the soldiers.

All soldiers and civilian husbands have to suffer when they get sick, because the ratio of doctors to wounded soldiers is too disparate. Those doctors sent by the Imperial Medical Bureau usually only serve generals and elite troops, and rarely take care of them. Ordinary civilians and soldiers can't take care of them at all.

The care of the sick and wounded is sporadic, and most of them are still waiting for death...

Ge Zhongxing was able to come to Fang Jun to chew ice, but he was just stealing half a day's leisure. Before the war started, he was the busiest person in the whole army.

He took several wounded to the wounded camp in the south of the city.Unlike the noisy and festive outside world, the dilapidated camp was eerie and quiet.Hundreds of wounded soldiers lay dull-faced on the common bunks of several simple camps, the wailing of the wounded and sick filled their ears, and there was a rancid smell in the air.

Several medical officers in the barracks were busy, but they obviously couldn't take care of them, because the wounded and sick were transported over from time to time, and it was overcrowded.

There was pus and blood and dirt everywhere, as well as the dead bodies of rats and cockroaches. It could be seen that this temporary wounded and sick camp might not have been cleaned at all since it was set up.With such harsh conditions, where is this wounded camp?It's like going straight to hell and mass graves!

Just standing in it, Fang Jun felt that his life span had been shortened a lot...

This has not yet started the war, and the conditions are already so embarrassing. If we wait until the battle ahead, will the wounded soldiers have to wait to die?
Fang Jun finally understood why the huge number of casualties in ancient wars does not necessarily mean how many people died in battle, and the injuries were slightly more serious.

Several wounded soldiers were lying on straw mats at the gate of the sick and wounded camp, covered in blood, with bones visible in several wounds, lying there dying.Even so, he had to pay attention at the gate of the camp, because there was no place to settle in the camp.

Ge Zhongxing led several doctors to check, his brows were deeply frowned, and although he didn't say a word, he kept sighing.

One of the wounded soldiers was wounded in the thigh. Although a piece of cloth was tightly strangled above the wound, his face was still pale due to excessive blood loss. He tried his best to smile and said to Ge Zhongxing: "Don't waste your energy, I can't do it." It's over...don't worry about me, doctor, show my brother quickly, if there is time, there may be some help..."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at another wounded soldier beside him.

This wounded soldier was shot through the lower abdomen by a feathered arrow, and there was a deep knife wound on his chest. He was lying on the straw mat and could not move. Hearing what his companion said, he tried to open his eyes and murmured: "Leader... ...give me a good time...my injury cannot be cured..."

Fang Jun's heart tightened...

With tears in his eyes, the injured team leader scolded, "Shut up, shut up!"

The wounded soldier gasped for a few breaths, and he actually cheered up a bit: "Mother, Gaochang bastard, you actually challenged our Tang Dynasty, what a pity, I, this unlucky ghost, haven't gone into battle yet to kill the enemy, so I'm going to stay here first ..."

He was short of breath while speaking, but even in such a soft murmur, there was a bit of fierceness and blood!
Fang Jun couldn't help but look sideways.

The team leader said angrily: "Don't talk to your mother!" Then he turned to Ge Zhongxing and begged: "Lang Zhong, please take a look carefully, can you save some?"

This man whose leg was almost cut off didn't frown because of the pain, but when he said this, the tears in his eyes couldn't be held back anymore, and they flowed down. Jian's injury was incurable, but he still looked at Ge Zhongxing beggingly like a stray puppy, hoping to hear a completely different answer from this doctor...

The corner of Ge Zhongxing's mouth twitched, and he said in a deep voice, "The arrow has penetrated three inches into the abdomen, and the clusters of arrows have penetrated deep into the internal organs. Such arrow wounds cannot be healed."

Although the leader knew the answer earlier, he was still a little disappointed, his eyes dimmed instantly, and he bit his lip hard.

All the wounded in the house heard the words at the door, and one of them shouted loudly: "Brother, don't be fooled! Brother, I was also shot by an arrow, and I can't see my life. My brother and I made a companion on the Huangquan Road and arrived at the underworld. Let's kill the barbarians together!"

Another person said: "And I! We are the great soldiers of the Tang Dynasty. We live across the desert, and when we die, we will stir up waves in the underworld!"

There was an uproar in the camp, these arrogant soldiers who were seriously injured, even in the face of death, did not lose half their arrogant nature!
Two young people beside Ge Zhongxing sighed and shook their heads: "It sounds good to be a wounded and sick camp, but whoever is wounded by an arrow can get out alive?"

Arrow wounds can be cured, but the ensuing infection will kill people.

"Who said that?"

Fang Jun scolded, interrupted the doctor's words, and said loudly: "As long as you take care of it carefully and handle it properly, except for those who are seriously injured, who can't be rescued?!"

The doctor trembled in fright and dared not say a word.

But I am not convinced in my heart. Throughout the ages, the world has known that sword wounds can be cured, but arrow wounds are hard to live. Do you have any ideas?
Fang Jun's voice startled the lingering wounded soldiers. They raised their heads one by one, looking at the strangers who came to the camp out of nowhere, with questions in their eyes: What exactly do they want?
Fang Jun straightened his waist, facing hundreds of suspicious eyes, his voice became more serious: "Who said you are waiting to die here?! I, Fang Jun, tell you that if I am here, there is hope for life!"

Pairs of dim eyes lit up, full of hope.

No matter how dying a person is, he will not lose his desire to live!
With a wry smile on his face, Ge Zhongxing pulled Fang Jun out of the camp, and complained, "Master Hou, why do you do this? If you can be cured, how can the lower officials refuse to save you? But there are too many wounded here, and there are not enough doctors. If they don’t receive timely treatment, they won’t be able to save them! With Master Hou saying this, those wounded must think that our doctor is unwilling to treat them wholeheartedly. Once the noise is raised, it will be a big deal. If it leads to the bombing of the camp... Life is over!"

Fang Jun snorted: "Think someone is talking nonsense?"

Ge Zhongxing had no choice but to say, "I don't dare to be an official." He slandered in his heart: It's clearly...

Fang Jun didn't care about his duplicity, and said: "When it comes to the formula of medicinal stones for viscera conditioning, I'm a hundred and eight thousand miles away from you. But when it comes to treating trauma, I'm not necessarily worse than you!"

Ge Zhongxing was stunned, and then said pleasantly: "Master Hou... really has a solution?"

If someone else said this, Ge Zhongxing would be able to spit at him. I am a famous doctor from generation to generation. Although I came here because I made a mistake and was relegated to this wounded and sick camp as an army doctor, I can ask all over Guanzhong, except Shenlong. How many people dare to boast that their medical skills are superior to their own, the old fairy Sun Simiao?
But when Fang Jun said this about him, Ge Zhongxing really believed it...

The person in front of him is not an ordinary dude of Lord Hou, he is an existence who can call wind and rain!
Even being able to perform such miracles as calling the wind and calling the rain, who knows if there is any other god-like ability?

Fang Jun proudly said: "Of course!"

Turning around, he told his own soldiers: "Go to Changsun Changshi, get a jar of spirits, and find two sharp daggers."

When the soldiers took the order to leave, Fang Jun looked at the extremely harsh environment of the wounded and sick camp, and not only complained in his heart: Such a place where bacteria breed and viruses are rampant, good people will die if they live there for a few days...

　There are too many tickets, it's like inserting a power rod into the body, it's so cool that it flies, and the words fly!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)