Travel through troubled times and escape famine with the system

Qian Zhaode: “???”

Doesn't this guy know how to write the word death?

Seeing Lu Ming chatting enthusiastically with that person in a very familiar manner, Qian Zhaode felt confused.

I thought to myself, is this sentry in the Jin army camp so easy to talk to?

Relying on his courage to look around, Qian Zhaode carefully approached the two of them, but before he got close, he heard Lu Ming shouting in surprise.

"Are you from Pingchuan? We are from the same hometown!"

As the deer called, several sentries on duty nearby turned their heads and looked over here. Qian Zhaode was so scared that he quickly withdrew his gaze.

However, those people didn't look at it for long. They just took a glance and turned their heads back.

After the Jin soldiers broke through Ningguan, they entered the pass in three routes: front, middle and rear. They then divided into three routes to advance towards the northeast, east and southeast.

All the troops were gathered together only when they arrived at Pingchang County, Qingzhou.

Especially after they arrived at the joint venture under the city of Qingzhou, such encounters of fellow villagers became quite common, so everyone was naturally used to it, not to mention that Lu Ming was wearing a waist badge of a small flag captain.

"Hey! You are from Pingchuan too?" the sentry said happily, but then he thought of something and asked again in confusion: "Then why don't you have our Pingchuan accent?"

"I left home early and arrived at Ningguan a long time ago."

Lu Ming imitated the poor "Pingchuan" language, then reached out from his waist, took out a silver lump and stuffed it into the sentry's hand.

Seeing this, the sentry hurriedly declined: "Fellow countryman, what are you doing?"

"Our general flag was injured and is recuperating in the tent. The battalion's medical officer didn't bandage the wound well, so we want to go to the nunnery and ask a good medical officer to come and change the dressing."

"It's just that after the merger, the camp was too big, and it looked the same everywhere. I couldn't find the location of the nunnery."

Lu Ming said a little embarrassedly.

"Brother, do you know which medical officer in this camp has excellent medical skills? Recommend him to me so that he can save my life!"

Hearing Lu Ming's words, the sentry chuckled and stuffed the silver directly into his belt.

"Do you really need to pay for such a small matter? Isn't it just a matter of a few words?"

The sentry said this and pointed to the right.

"Which way are you going? The hermitage is three hundred steps away. There is a doctor named Ma Lin inside. He is the best doctor in our camp for treating external injuries."

"It's just that the man is very arrogant. Even if Mouke comes to him to treat his injuries, he must be treated with courtesy. When you go to him to ask for help, be polite."

"Thank you!" Lu Ming patted the sentry on the shoulder and thanked him, saying, "I'll treat you to a drink some other day!"

"it is good!"

The sentry agreed happily. After all, for a soldier like him, having a fellow villager who was an official and generous was definitely a good thing.

But then he realized something was wrong, and hurriedly greeted Lu Ming and the others.

"My friend, I don't even know your name, how can I find you for a drink?"

Lu Ming waved his hand without even turning his head: "Then let's have dinner instead! Don't be polite to me!"

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The nunnery sounds like a nunnery with ancient Buddhas and green lamps, but in fact it is a field hospital in the camp.

In frontal combat, soldiers usually suffer from sword and knife wounds, and military doctors usually treat the wounds by bandaging them and stopping the bleeding.

But this was a siege, so there were many more ways for soldiers to get injured.

Broken bones from falling wood, burns from kerosene, injuries from swords and arrows...

As the siege continued, wounded soldiers were sent in continuously, and the entire nunnery was now in chaos.

"Step aside!!"

Just as Lu Ming and his companions arrived at the entrance of the nunnery, they heard someone shouting behind them.

Upon hearing this, the two men hurriedly hid aside, but saw a cart pulled by two fully armored horses being pulled by someone and rushing past.

There were dozens of wounded soldiers piled up in a mess on the cart.

The cart is not big, and it is spacious enough for lying down, but it can only accommodate three or four people.

But in the face of such a war, there would be archers on the city walls who were specifically responsible for shooting the teams transporting the wounded away from the battlefield.

Doing so would not only make the enemy's wailing demoralize the troops, but also use the bodies of the injured who could not be treated in time as natural roadblocks to block the advance of the siege vehicles and crossbows.

Therefore, even if the war horses were clad in iron armor, there were still not many horse-drawn carriages that could leave the battlefield to transport the wounded.

Although it was very painful for the wounded to be piled up, the pain was not a big deal when they saw the hope of surviving if they returned to the nunnery.

Some of the wounded soldiers had broken hands, some were shot by arrows, and some were burned to a bloody mess...

What's worse, a wounded soldier actually fell to the ground due to the bumpy ride.

“Go and have a look!!”

At the door, an old man covered in blood shouted loudly.

Hearing this, two young soldiers nearby hurried forward to check.

"Mr. Ma, this man has been shot in the chest by three arrows. He is dying!"

The old man frowned and waved his hand when he heard that. The two soldiers joined hands and raised their legs, as if they were carrying a sack, and threw the man directly into the pile of corpses next to them.

Whenever the corpses accumulated to a certain number, they would be transported out of the barracks and burned.

After all, in this weather, it is impossible to keep corpses. If a plague breaks out, the entire camp will probably be affected.

"War...ah..."

Looking at the mountain of corpses and listening to the constant wailing in the nunnery, Lu Ming sighed helplessly.

But Qian Zhaode, who was standing by, gently nudged Lu Ming with his elbow.

"The mouse is burning yellow paper for the cat. Are you crying at the wrong grave?"

"We are the ones being attacked. The Xijiang Army and Qingzhou Army have suffered more casualties than this. Do you still have time to lament for them?"

"Find a medical officer and save General Lu Qian, that's what we need to do!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Ming immediately became serious, then endured the pain in his feet and strode towards the old man inside.

"Sir, where is Doctor Ma Lin?"

The old man was bandaging a soldier's broken arm with his head down. When he heard Lu Ming's words, he spoke without raising his head.

"What's the matter with me?"

Lu Ming: “???”

Qian Zhaode: “???”

Is it such a coincidence? ?

Seeing Lu Ming in a daze, Qian Zhaode hurried forward and spoke.

"Mr. Ma, our general is injured and cannot move in the tent."

"Sir, please condescend to move over and follow us to rescue them."

Back then at the west gate of Pingchang County, Lu Yi took a liking to Lu Ming and Qian Zhaode, and recruited them into the Zhuifeng Camp, taking great care of them.

Especially when the Jin soldiers attacked Pingchang County and the Zhuifeng Battalion took the lead in breaking out, Lu Yi rescued two people several times.

Therefore, when Qian Zhaode asked Ma Lin to save people at this time, it was absolutely from the bottom of his heart, and there were even tears in his eyes.

Listening to Qian Zhaode's trembling words, Ma Lin snorted coldly.

"If you want to save them, bring them here. If I go with you, what will you do with the injured here? Will you let them wait to die?"

As he spoke, Ma Lin picked up a pair of scissors and cut the bandage, then turned around and walked towards the next injured person.

"We'll give you money!" Seeing that Ma Lin disagreed, Qian Zhaode hurriedly took out a handful of silver and shouted.

Ma Lin sneered as if he had heard a joke: "If I were greedy for money, why would I come to the military camp?"

He won't move if you lead him, and he will make you move backwards if you hit him!

Is this linden a donkey?

Qian Zhaode frowned and looked at Lu Ming, only to see the latter striding towards Ma Lin.

"Mr. Ma, what size shoes are you wearing?"