Chapter 198 The Strange Signing in Progress
"kill……"
"kill……"
After a burst of earth-shaking shouts and cries of killing, two phalanxes of soldiers holding cold weapons collided fiercely with each other.
The cold swords collided with each other, and if you were not careful, blood would be splashed and limbs would fly everywhere. This was a war of life and death.
Every soldier's face is filled with a determined will to fight. It's not that they are not afraid of death, but they have family, friends and the entire country behind them.
They dare not retreat, and cannot retreat.
"Gee, get out of the way." The sound of horse hooves was accompanied by an angry shout, and the ordinary soldiers who were originally fighting each other made way.
A knight in heavy armor rushed out from each of the two phalanxes, and the moment a spear and a battle axe passed each other, they began fighting.
The other soldiers fought together again. It seemed that for this war, the victory or defeat of the two generals' battle would not affect the overall situation of the battle.
The battle lasted for half an hour until the truce drums sounded on both sides and both armies retreated.
In the main military tent
The young general was receiving treatment from a military doctor. On his exposed chest was a wound caused by a battle axe. It was not a serious wound originally, but because he continued to fight after being injured, the wound tore and became more serious than before.
There were seven people surrounding him, including two personal guards and five military generals.
"General, please drink the Ma Fei San. I will sew up your wound." The old military doctor asked the soldier to bring the Ma Fei San, while he opened the medical bag and prepared the needle and thread.
"I don't need to drink it. Take it to the soldiers who are more seriously injured." The young general's voice was clear but firm. Seeing that the old military doctor still wanted to persuade him, he directly ordered his personal soldiers to bring a folded cloth towel and bite it in his mouth to reject the old military doctor's advice.
"Oh, okay." Seeing the general like this, the old military doctor could no longer persuade him. After washing his hands, he prepared to sew up his wound.
"Old Army Doctor, would you mind cleaning the wound first and disinfecting the needles and sutures?" A voice suddenly interrupted the old Army Doctor. "If we sew up a wound this big like this, it might get infected."
In the military tent, eight or nine people turned their heads and looked over, only to see that the person who spoke was the soldier who brought in Ma Fei San.
The soldier was stared at by a group of people and subconsciously shrank back, but his pair of black eyes were bright and there was no fear at all.
"Boy, do you understand medicine?" The old military doctor spoke first. After all, the question was about his medical skills.
"I know a little bit." The soldier raised his childish face. He looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. He was the youngest among the people in the military tent.
"Hey, kid, you come out to show off just because you know a little bit. Can you understand as well as the old military doctor?" A rough man still wearing armor shouted dissatisfiedly.
His loud voice made everyone in the tent's head buzz.
"Don't talk, it's making my head hurt." A scholar with a long beard and white face standing next to him couldn't help but punch him on the shoulder.
But the big man had thick skin and the scholar's punch was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and it didn't hurt him at all.
"I'm just asking." The big man pursed his lips, and when he saw the unfriendly looks others gave him, he quickly shut up.
"My dear boy, what's your name and who are you affiliated with?" The pale-faced scholar stepped forward and asked.
"My name is Li Xiaoniu, and I'm a fireman under Commander Marsh." Li Xiaoniu scratched his head and said embarrassedly.
No wonder he was asked to deliver the medicine. A great war had just ended and the military doctors were very busy, so they asked the fireman to help.
"Li Xiaoniu, right? What do you mean by infection?" The pale-faced scholar continued to ask openly, but his hands were behind his back, making a secret movement. A personal guard understood and quietly left the military tent.
Li Xiaoniu tilted his head, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes, "I don't know, I just think the old military doctor shouldn't do this."
"You little brat, you're talking nonsense." Another general said dissatisfiedly, "Go away, go back to your fire corps. You're just making trouble."
The injured general removed the cloth he was biting with one hand and looked at Li Xiaoniu with a dark and unclear look. "Li Xiaoniu, how do you think we should clean this wound? How do we disinfect the needles and sutures?"
"Ah, I know that." Li Xiaoniu said immediately, "Put the needles and sutures in a pot, add water and boil them, and they will be sterilized."
"General, your wound can be washed with strong liquor. If you don't have strong liquor, you can also use warm water with salt added after boiling. Both methods can prevent infection."
"I do know that flushing wounds with strong liquor can indeed help them heal better." The old military doctor nodded, "But I don't know about the warm water with salt you mentioned."
"Rubbing salt into the wound? Do you think our general's injury is not serious enough? Not painful enough?" The big general yelled again, scaring Li Xiaoniu so much that he took a step back.
"Didn't I tell you not to talk? Shut up." The pale-faced scholar punched the big man again, and the big man shut up reluctantly.
"There is no strong liquor in the army, but the warm salt water that Xiaoniu mentioned might be worth a try." Although the old military doctor did not understand what Li Xiaoniu meant by disinfection and infection, he knew from what he said that he knew some medical knowledge and it could indeed be tried.
"Then let's try the wounded camp." The pale-faced scholar raised his chin towards the big man. The big man strode forward and picked up Li Xiaoniu.
"Let's go, kid."
The pale-faced scholar turned and bowed to the old military doctor, "Please, old military doctor, please take care of the general for a while."
"I will save it." The old military doctor nodded. Although he didn't know whether the warm salt water mentioned by Li Xiaoniu was feasible, boiling the utensils in boiling water was feasible.
After the pale-faced scholar and the big man carried Li Xiaoniu away, everyone in the military tent stopped moving, as if time had frozen in an instant.
Whether it was the old military doctor who was sorting medicines and wanted to try boiling utensils with boiling water, or the personal guard who was standing in front of the general and about to say something to the general, or even the other three generals in the army, they all stopped moving, and even the expressions on their faces froze.
No, there was still one person who could move. The injured young general stood up from the stool. He ignored the abnormality in the tent and walked out of the tent step by step. The two gatekeepers outside the tent seemed not to see the general. They stood straight without looking around.
The general closed his open collar. The hideous wound on his chest had scabbed over at some point, but the skin near the wound was still red and swollen, and the skin under the scab was slightly bulging, with a faint yellow tint.
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