Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 69 Field Hospital
There was a separate large tent in the outpost fort camp, which was specially set up by Pierce according to Harvey's requirements.

Wayne, with a short spear stuck in his stomach, was carried back on a stretcher and sent directly into this tent.

Wayne was still conscious and kept repeating nonsense like "It hurts! Damn it!" with gritted teeth.

Two medical soldiers who had been trained by Egno himself at the territory's medical hospital vomited out of fear after seeing the bloody wound on his stomach and the faintly visible white intestines.

Fortunately, they quickly came to their senses and strictly followed the medical hospital's battlefield first aid procedures. They used scissors scalded by boiling water to strip off the injured man's shirt, and then carefully cleaned Wayne's exposed wounds with the medicine prepared by Egno.

After doing these two things, the two medical soldiers stood aside and no longer cared about Wayne lying on the medical table.

"Is that it? You're just going to leave him alone? The spear is still stuck in his stomach!" Dave widened his eyes and pointed at Wayne, who was becoming increasingly unconscious.

A medic explained, "The following treatment really has nothing to do with us. This is Lord Egno's order."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the side and lifted a tarpaulin, revealing an alchemical instrument with a strange shape and a metallic luster.

"The following treatment will be handled by this medical alchemy beast..."

After saying that, he inserted a magic stone into the charging slot of the alchemy beast and directly pulled the handle to start it.

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at the inscriptions on the alchemical beast's body gradually lighting up and slowly approaching Wayne on the medical table.

The alchemy beast has four strange long arms of different shapes. One of its arms is equipped with a slender probe. It waved its arms and slowly groped Wayne's body for a while, then inserted the probe directly into Wayne's lower back.

After just a few tens of seconds, Wayne stopped wailing and cursing, and fell asleep with his head tilted.

The alchemy beast then activated another arm with a three-toed claw hook, tightly grasped the short spear on Wayne's belly, and pulled it out with a light pull.

Blood immediately gushed out of the wound.

The alchemist beast immediately waved the arm with the probe to absorb all the gushing blood, and then the other arm, which had been idle, sprayed out a large amount of gel-like mucus, which it smeared on the huge wound on its abdomen.

After this operation, the bleeding stopped almost immediately.

But the alchemist beast still did not stop operating. It waved its last arm and, with the help of its three-toed claw hook, began to sew up Wayne's wound stitch by stitch.

Dave was sweating profusely, his lips trembling as he looked at the medic and asked in disbelief, "It...it just sewed up Wayne's stomach..."

The medic rolled his eyes and sarcastically said, "What else? Are we just going to keep the ventilation running?"

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"What did you say?" Vaughn, who was in charge of patrolling another area, had just changed shifts when he heard the news that his team leader was seriously injured, and hurried back to the camp.

"Wayne's stomach was sewn up by the alchemy beast with needle and thread?"

The veterans of the Sharpshooters were talking about it all, and they all felt that Duff was exaggerating again.

"It's true. I'm not lying to you. That's a new magic developed by the Lord." Dave explained incoherently, his saliva spurting out of his mouth with excitement.

"I guarantee that even if we get hurt as badly as Wayne, that thing will save our lives."

"Really? If the hands and feet are cut off by the evil orcs, can they be sewn back together?" "What if the head is cut off?"

"You can't sew it back together after it's chopped into pieces, right?"

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At first, Pierce didn't believe that these two oddly shaped alchemical beasts, which were temporarily added to the logistics team, could play such an important role in his combat troops.

However, with the official completion of the outpost fortress, the patrolling soldiers' vigilance range gradually expanded, and direct encounters and battles between patrolling soldiers and evil orcs became more frequent.

Although they had the magic gun, a powerful weapon that could almost crush everyone, the evil orcs who were extremely good at tracking hidden things still caused these soldiers who did not have much combat experience to suffer a lot.

For half a month, every day there were soldiers who went out on patrol and were attacked by evil orcs, and the injured were carried back.

They were continuously sent to the large tent called "Field Medical Center".

Except for a few unlucky ones who died on the spot because they couldn't be rescued in time, the rest of the soldiers who were injured, whether lightly or seriously, were able to recover in a short period of time and stand up again after the seemingly rough treatment of the medical alchemy beast.

On the riverbank in front of the outpost fortress, a pile of evil orc heads had formed like a small hill.

This was done spontaneously by the soldiers at the outpost to commemorate their comrades who died accidentally in battle, and also to deter the evil orcs who often appeared on the other side of the river and patrolled back and forth.

Some veterans whose close comrades were injured or killed in battle even pulled out the fangs of the evil orcs after killing them, strung them together and hung them around their necks, showing them off repeatedly in the camp.

Pierce recalled what Lord Harvey had mentioned casually when they were talking about military culture.

"Anger and hatred can, to a certain extent, be transformed into fighting power and cohesion."

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"Commander, the food reserves are only enough to last for five days, and the magical ammunition reserves are also running low. The ones that can be distributed to the soldiers are less than thirty per person..." The team leader in charge of logistics reported to Pierce with a worried look on his face, holding a booklet.

Pierce was also a little overwhelmed. It was the first time for him to lead soldiers out for a long-term battle. Although Lord Harvey had handed over the command and dispatch rights to him with confidence, there were still many aspects that he had not planned well.

Asdalen, who had originally agreed to return with logistical supplies in a month, did not arrive as promised. Pierce could only temporarily send out a small team of soldiers who were good at hunting to go out every day to capture some wild animals as supplement for the soldiers' rations.

But the shortage of magical ammunition is a problem that cannot be solved by oneself alone.

If soldiers do not have the ammunition they are issued and encounter evil orcs while on patrol, they will have no choice but to fight at close range, and humans have no advantage in close combat against evil orcs.

It often takes three or four soldiers to barely kill a strong evil orc, and they also have to pay a heavy price in terms of injuries.

In the past few days, the number of evil orc sentinels appearing on the other side of the river has been increasing rapidly.

Pierce was worried that the enemy might have realized that the frequency of their powerful weapons being used in small-scale confrontations was gradually decreasing, and they were thinking of crossing the river and launching a large-scale counterattack.

The novice commander stood on the watchtower of the outpost fortress, looking towards the territory with an anxious look on his face.

"No wonder Lord Harvey always tells me that in war, the most important thing is logistics."

(End of this chapter)