Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 96 From Death to Life
"Simon, help me up, I will make binding oil for those injured brothers."

Hearing what Gailis said, the three people around him opened their mouths wide.

Looking at Garys' slightly pale face, Isabel said directly: "You are too weak now. You need to rest and should not walk around."

Simon also silently rejected Garys' request and was unwilling to help him up now.

"I know my body, it's not a problem."

"I am standing up now, which at most will tire me out a bit. But for those brothers, if they are absent, it may be a regret in their whole life. Two brothers have already passed away due to serious injuries, and the remaining four are not in good condition either..."

Garys looked at John on the side, and then he got a silent answer.

Obviously, for people of this era, being seriously injured is actually no different from being on the verge of death.

Gailis requested again: "Simon, help me go to see them."

And this time, Simon complied with his wishes.

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The sun was about to set, and in the makeshift treatment center in Skar Village, many people's groans could be heard.

Many women and children were among them, following the orders of the knights beside them to change the bandages for the wounded.

Most of the wounded were actually slightly injured, and their treatment was not complicated.

According to the first aid knowledge organized and taught by Garys, it can be summarized as arterial hemostasis, wound cleaning, wound bandaging, fracture fixation...

The key is to avoid infection and prevent those "elves" that are harmful to the body from entering the human body and reproducing with the help of various unclean substances.

As long as inflammation and wound infection can be avoided, the survival rate for minor injuries is still quite high.

But for those seriously injured, even Gellis himself was helpless in the Middle Ages when there was a shortage of medical care and medicine.

When it comes to surgery, Garys may not be able to compare with Abdullah, who has extensive experience.

Unfortunately, before Abdullah arrived, two seriously injured soldiers had already died.

The situation of the other four seriously injured people is not optimistic either.

In such a situation where almost all the wounded felt sympathetic, they met the person they had been looking forward to the most.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his body, adding a sacred glow to his white robe.

His steps were steady and gentle. Simon, who was standing beside him, was holding a bottle of consecrated olive oil and a piece of bread wrapped in cloth.

In the current situation of lack of medical care and medicine, Garys is unable to heal their physical pain. He can only do his best to follow the traditions of this era and find ways to bring spiritual comfort to these people.

If someone could overcome the nightmare of death through inner determination, that would be great in Garys's opinion.

The sacrament of Anointing of the Sick is one of the seven sacraments recognized by the Catholic Church. In the understanding of Christians in this era, it can not only heal physical injuries, but also forgive sins.

Normally only ordained priests could perform this sacrament, but in the village of Skarr, there was no one more "holy" than Gellis.

Every wounded soldier was looking forward to having Garys come to their side.

[The sick person should invite the elders of the church to come, anoint his body with oil in the name of the Lord and pray for him. The prayer of faith will make the sick person well, and the Lord will make him well. If he has committed sins, they will be forgiven. ] - James 5:14-15
For any ordinary person in any era, life is mostly monotonous and dull.

I am busy every day just to survive in the future.

This was especially true for peasants in the 12th century, the heyday of the Middle Ages.

Their hearts are like dry and cracked earth, and the only thing that can nourish their hearts is the Bible stories that have been passed down countless times from generation to generation.

Even when it comes to Bible stories, they can only listen to a few fixed chapters, because in this era, most churches do not have complete sets of Bibles.

Every time I went to mass, the priests would preach the same few fixed sermons.

The farmers were actually very familiar with those stories, but they still eagerly went to listen to the priest's preaching over and over again.

Because in their numb lives, there are too few things that can emit color.

For them, the basic tone of the world is gray. Since the day they become sensible, they can see the end of their lives at a glance, which will be endless work and suffering.

There is nothing wrong with doing military service, and there is nothing wrong with killing people or being killed.

Just living in this gray world is already a hardship. Using other people's blood or your own blood to add a touch of red to this gray earth is also a kind of change.
In the past cognition of those Frankish old farmers, they were not even afraid of living, so how could they be afraid of death?
The free soldiers who were inspired by Garys were as excited as if it were a festival at first, and they responded enthusiastically to Reynald's call. They did not mind robbing or killing at all, because this could at least allow them to escape from the boring and gray life for a short time.

However, it was this opportunity that completely changed their lives and allowed them to see more colors.

These wounded lying in the treatment center did not regret their choice, because Gairis showed them a corner of the new world and made them understand what it means to live like a human being.

The sun outside was about to set, but the light that rose again from the underworld, radiating its peaceful light to mankind, was approaching them step by step.

Sweet rain fell from the dry and cracked earth, nourishing all things, and a bright star illuminated everything for them.

With every step Garys took forward, in the eyes of the wounded around him, it seemed as if the world became less gray and more golden.

Many people murmured prayers.

"Come, O God, Holy Spirit, and radiate your light from the highest heaven..."

Garys walked through the wounded, the strong smell of alcohol rushed into his nose, blood-stained bandages were everywhere, and temporary nurses came and went.

Pain was the dominant theme in the room, but when Garys arrived, the groans turned into prayers.

The wounded looked at Garys, and Garys looked at the wounded and saluted in return.

"Don't stand up, Victor. You are injured, so you should sit down and rest. And the same goes for you, Louis. Don't even think about getting up from the bed."

"Well done, Francois. I saw you rushing to the front when we were chasing the enemy."

"Alexander, Martin, Richard, you are also quite good. When the cavalry charged, you stood still and did not retreat a single step!"

"Bernard, Thomas, Robert, the three of you remember not to be so reckless next time. The battlefield is in chaos. Leaving the main camp without permission is very dangerous."

　The second update, three thousand words chapter, a new map will be opened tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)