The Tatars' actions were tantamount to teasing a dog; everything was under their control.

Song Yanqing's thoughts coincided with Lu Qiqi's. Suddenly, he remembered the man he had met half a year ago when they reclaimed the city.

With eyes that look down upon all living beings like an eagle, riding a tall horse, he gave an order and the Tatar soldiers withdrew thirty miles from outside the pass.

If their speculations are correct, the Tatars simply want to confuse the public.

The two gates were attacked one after another, each attack was launched with full force, giving the impression that they were in cahoots and the city gates were about to fall, forcing the main camp troops to rush to provide support.

"We're too passive."

After a moment, Lu Qiqi sighed slowly.

In a situation where he attacks while we defend, battle losses are inevitable and can be avoided, but right now it is clear that our side has suffered more serious losses.

She wanted to offer some suggestions, but after thinking it over, she decided to keep quiet.

Although she had read some military strategy books from later generations, she had never actually fought a battle.

Even if one can only talk about military strategy on paper, one cannot implement a strategy by combining it with the terrain inside and outside the pass.

Furthermore, later military strategy books are also the fruits of our predecessors' painful battles. If we cannot integrate and apply them, they are like telling childcare stories.

They might not even be as good as a lowly soldier who has actually been on the battlefield and participated in patrols and camp deployments.

If Lu Qiqi could see the problem, there was no reason why Song Yanqing couldn't understand the actual situation.

The only option now is to wage a protracted war, increase patrols and set up camps. As long as the city gates are kept closed, the Tatars will not be able to launch a strong attack and break through the city for a while.

Although it's not a long-term solution, there's no other way at the moment.

After resting for a while, Lu Qiqi felt much better.

The swelling and pain in her eyes prompted her to put in two drops of spiritual spring water. The cool and refreshing sensation was very soothing, and she felt that her vision was much clearer than before.

After saying goodbye to Song Yanqing, she went to the wounded soldiers' camp and joined the team treating the wounded.

When treating wounded soldiers, the first priority is disinfection. The army uses fermented liquor, but even so, it cannot mask the impurity of the liquor and is not as effective as alcohol for disinfection.

Insufficient disinfection and sterilization can easily lead to an increase in wound inflammation and ulceration.

Lu Qiqi discovered this problem when she changed the dressings for the seriously wounded soldier.

This undoubtedly increases the risk of infection among soldiers, leading to a higher mortality rate and a greater workload for medical staff.

Doctor Zhao carried a jar of wine into the tent, and Lu Qiqi asked, "Was this wine brewed in a winery in the border town, or was it transported from elsewhere?"

Ren Yuan, who was stitching up a wounded soldier by the narrow bed, continued the conversation.

"The people of the border town are addicted to alcohol. They don't need a starter culture to brew their wine. Emperor Gaozu once ordered that there was no limit to the planting of glutinous rice, but the starter culture was still under the control of the government."

“There is a large winery in the border town. The wine we use is all brewed by the border town winery, so we don’t need to transport it from elsewhere.”

The main ingredients of wine in the Jin Dynasty were sorghum, rice, wheat, and glutinous rice.

The fact that there is a winery in the border town is undoubtedly good news for Lu Qiqi.

However, she still needs to discuss this news with Imperial Physician Ren before she can know whether it can be implemented.

As evening approached, a guard rushed into the wounded soldiers' camp and found Lu Qiqi. He was panting heavily and said urgently, "Princess, the centurion has a high fever that won't go down and is having convulsions. Doctor Yin sent me to find you."

Lu Qiqi was almost finished stitching when she heard this, so she stopped, put down the needle holder, looked up at Doctor Huang and said, "After you finish stitching him up, apply the medicine and bandage him, then give him an anti-inflammatory pill."

Having said that, he took off his blood-stained gloves, turned to the guard, and said, "Lead the way."

Lu Qiqi followed the guards and soon arrived at the tent where the centurion was recuperating. He was not the only wounded soldier lying inside, but the extent of their injuries was basically the same.

The entire camp was filled with wounded soldiers, some missing limbs, lying there on the verge of death.

Lu Qiqi scanned the tent and soon spotted Doctor Yin's profile.

She walked straight over and asked softly, "How is the centurion?"

When Doctor Yin saw Lu Qiqi coming over, it was as if he had seen a savior. He quickly stood up and said, "He just fainted from a high fever. I have already given him acupuncture. Now he has fallen asleep again."

Having understood the general situation, Lu Qiqi sat down by the bedside and took the centurion's hand to check his pulse.

After she released the centurion's wrist, she glanced at the other wounded soldiers in the tent. Each of them had beads of sweat on their foreheads, so their conditions were probably similar.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Dr. Yin, the postoperative treatment of these wounded soldiers cannot be taken lightly. Please ask later if we can send a doctor over."

As she spoke, she took out two small porcelain bottles and handed them to Dr. Yin. "The white porcelain bottle contains anti-inflammatory pills. Although they can't solve the high fever, they can suppress the inflammation of the wound."

Suppressing wound inflammation can also reduce the frequency of high fever.

"The medicine in this red porcelain bottle can be given directly to the centurion. He just had a seizure, and drinking it will alleviate his symptoms somewhat."

Doctor Yin's eyes lit up suddenly, and he took it with both hands. "Yes, Your Excellency."

Lu Qiqi looked down and saw that the centurion's lips were pale and cracked, and reminded him, "Remember to give the wounded soldiers with high fever some salt water. They are sweating too much and need to replenish themselves."

To avoid electrolyte imbalance and dehydration.

......

After staying at the West Gate for two consecutive days, Lu Qiqi went back to the main camp with Ren Yuan while he was away to retrieve medicine.

Upon entering the camp, the two parted ways.

Ren Yuan went to collect all the medicines, while Lu Qiqi went directly to find Physician Ren.

When she stepped into Physician Ren's tent, she saw him bent over his desk writing something.

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