[Comprehensive] Feasibility report on the restoration of the country

Most of Murong Fu’s tiny memories of the war come from the film and television dramas and documentaries of his previous life. Due to the wide use of hot weapons and consideration of the audience’s tolerance, all the war scenes and documents are handled in a gentle and easy-to-accept manner—at least , to ensure the integrity of the body to the greatest extent.But the Battle of Yinzhou made Murong Fu truly see the cruelty of war in the cold weapon era.

On the seventh day of October, one hundred thousand troops were sent to Yinzhou; on the ninth day, they set up camp ten li outside Yinzhou; on the tenth day, the battle started.At three o'clock in the morning, the wounded barracks where Murong Fu was located was already full of moaning and mourning wounded.Almost all of the wounded soldiers carried off from the battlefield had their broken arms and limbs in weird shapes like alien creatures, making it hard to accept that they were once healthy humans.Due to the lack of tools for blood transfusion, and the lack of techniques for reconnecting broken arms, often the only thing Murong Fu can do when facing such seriously injured patients is to increase the dosage of Aconitum aconitum and Datura, so that they can die without pain in a coma. .Three days passed, Murong Fu made a simple statistics.One out of every ten wounded people lifted from the battlefield died by his hands, so that he always vaguely felt that the place he was in was not a battlefield hospital, but a slaughterhouse.As for those who were killed on the battlefield, those who died on the way back to the wounded barracks were even more impossible to count.

On October [-], the city of Yinzhou was broken.Murong Fu was so busy that Deng Baichuan had to put aside his ambulance work to chase after Murong Fu, feeding the son who hadn't closed his eyes or eaten for several days.However, even if Murong Fu goes all out and forgets to eat and sleep, there is still very little he can do.Cleaning up the broken bones and meat, disinfecting the wound with salt water, suturing it with needles and thread, and finally bandaging it with medicine, countless soldiers were left with permanent disabilities, and whether they survived depends on whether they can survive the postoperative infection period.

This is war, a war that turns people into monsters and ghosts.

On October [-]th, Zhong Er quickly completed all the handover work in Yinzhou City, and ordered all soldiers to be stationed in Yinzhou.The military order was like a mountain, facing such a situation, Murong Fu had no choice but to ask Chong Er to see him personally.As the commander-in-chief of the first army, Zhong Er had to deal with all kinds of emergencies every day, so it was not something that Murong Fu could see as he wished.Murong Fu was straightforward, when he heard that Zhong Er was discussing the war with several generals, he said to the soldiers guarding outside the door: "Since that is the case, the students will come back later, there are still many things to do in the wounded barracks." , I will leave as soon as I drop my sleeves.

Murong Fu was in such an uproar, the soldier couldn't laugh or cry, he hurriedly grabbed him and said: "Young Master Murong, in this world, only subordinates wait for superiors, how can superiors wait for subordinates? Don't be impatient, take a break and have some tea first." Seeing that Murong Fu's eyes were red and his face haggard because of treating the wounded in the past few days, he was grateful for Murong Fu's benevolence and righteousness, so he reminded him a few words. "When the plan is agreed upon by the general manager, I will report it to you immediately." As soon as the soldier's voice fell, an auxiliary soldier brought tea and put it on the coffee table beside him.When Zhong Er regained Yinzhou, the Yinzhou government office temporarily served as his main account.At this time Murong Fu was waiting in the outer hall, after all the roof was covered by tiles, but the condition was much better than that of Mizhi.

Murong Fu naturally understands this kind of sophistication, but regardless of past life or present life, he is usually the one to be waited on, and the wounded barracks is full of thousands of things that make him feel like a dick, so it is inevitable that he does not take good care of the small details.With the suggestion from the soldier, he immediately followed suit.I saw Murong Fu threw himself into the seat, picked up the tea bowl casually and drank it in one gulp, his posture was as straight as a whale sucking a cow's drink, and he didn't have the slightest bit of gentleness of a scholar.

After an unknown amount of time, Murong Fu propped his forehead and fell into a drowsy sleep.The soldier was worrying about whether he should wake him up, when he heard a "squeak", the door of the kinder room opened.Murong Fu, who was asleep and didn't know what day and night he heard, suddenly stood up, wiped his face and said to himself: "Come out?" He was about to rush in while speaking.

Seeing this, the soldiers hastily grabbed him, and said helplessly: "Mr. Murong, please report to me!" After saying that, he turned his head and walked towards the house.

Interrupted by the soldiers, Qiao Feng who also came out of the house had already noticed Murong Fu, so he stepped forward and asked, "Why is Brother Murong here?"

"The situation in the wounded barracks is very bad," Murong Fu quickly repeated what he had repeated countless times in his heart, "I need more doctors and medicine."

What responded to him was only Qiao Feng's wry smile. "Our army will set out to attack Fort Anding in two days' time!"

"What?" Murong Fu looked at Qiao Feng in surprise.

Before he could ask in detail, the soldier on behalf of Tong Chuan had already said loudly: "There is an order from the scriptures to summon Murong Fu."

Murong Fu regained his energy and hurriedly left Qiao Feng behind and walked in.

In the inner hall, the kinder armor was looking at the map hanging on the wall with his back facing the gate.Hearing Murong Fu's salute, he didn't turn his head back, but said in a deep voice: "Murong Fu, I know all the achievements you have made in the wounded barracks. When the battle is over, I will make a report and ask for your credit. Our army has agreed to set out to attack Anding Fort in two days, and order you to sort out the lightly and seriously wounded within two days, and all lightly wounded will be recruited with the army."

Murong Fu didn't make a sound for a moment, and then said after a while: "Jing Lue, the wounded barracks can't be moved now, please arrange a battalion of troops to protect the wounded barracks. Besides, more doctors and medicines are needed in the wounded barracks, otherwise , the death rate will still increase.”

It wasn't until this time that Zhong Erfang turned around, looked at Murong Fu with a surprised face and said slowly: "Didn't you understand what I just said?"

"Understood." Murong Fu didn't blink, "There are no lightly wounded in the wounded battalion. Everyone needs to rest and recuperate, two days is far from enough!"

Zhong Er couldn't help squinting his eyes when he heard the words, the cold light bursting out from his eyes was so old and frightening. "I heard that Xueshi Su is stubborn and outspoken. As expected, like a teacher, there must be a disciple! Murong Fu, you are a literati, and you don't know what war is. In the wounded barracks, the death rate is high only when everyone is dead, and those who can still stand up It's a minor injury!"

"You are tyrannical! Fascist!" Murong Fu couldn't help roaring loudly, "Chang Er, do you dare to take a look at the wounded barracks? Do you dare?"

What "fascism" is, Zhong Er does not understand, but he understands the word "tyranny".Zhong Er was impatient to spend too much time talking with pedantic literati like Murong Fu, so he just waved to the soldiers who rushed into the inner hall with a sullen face. "Murong Fu, obey orders! If you don't obey, many people in this army will replace you!" Talents are rare. If it weren't for the fact that the death rate is controlled within [-]%, Zhong Er would have ordered this brave man to be named Murong Fu who yelled at him dragged him out and chopped him up.

The two soldiers who had been with Zhong Er for many years knew his temper well, seeing Murong Fu escaped from danger, they hurriedly stepped forward and carried him back out.

That night, the entire wounded battalion was moved to Yinzhou City.Due to the lack of necessary care for a large number of wounded, this movement undoubtedly hastened their deaths.Murong Fushou worked non-stop in the wounded barracks to check the bodies of these wounded, re-stitch the broken wounds caused by the movement, and was so tired that he could hardly stand up straight.While he was busy, a wounded man who was about his age suddenly woke up.His left leg was broken at the knee, and he had a fever due to infection, and he had been unconscious until now.Opening his eyes, he saw the unkempt Murong Fu threading a needle against his left leg, he called softly: "Mr. Murong..."

"Come on! Hold him down! Don't let him move!" Murong Fu shouted reflexively.Without anesthesia, the pain of the needle and thread passing through the flesh is enough to drive a normal person crazy.

Immediately, two auxiliary soldiers rushed over and pressed him firmly on the bed.

The wounded man didn't howl and resist, but forced the corner of his mouth to show a tranced smile. "Master Murong, I can't do it anymore, I want to talk to you..."

Murong Fu stopped his work and looked up at the wounded man, then he handed over the needle and thread to the auxiliary soldiers beside him, and he went to his bedside, hugged his upper body and pillowed it in his arms, bowed his head Said: "I will listen to whatever you want to say. If you have something to tell your family, I will write a letter for you."

"There is no one at home," the wounded man shook his head with difficulty, licking his dry lips. "That's good...to save them from being sad. Mr. Murong, I'm always thinking...Did Tang Seng later find out that the Bone Demon is a monster, and Sun Dasheng was wronged?"

Murong Fu's eyes became hot, and he said softly: "But after Sun Dasheng left, Tang Seng, his master and his disciples came to Baoxiang Kingdom. There was a yellow robe monster in Baoxiang Kingdom with strong mana and captured Tang Seng. There was a pheasant beside the yellow robe monster. The Chicken Essence was originally the subordinate of the White Bone Demon. Seeing that Tang Seng did not want to be happy with her, the Pheasant Essence ridiculed Tang Seng and told the whole story of how the White Bone Demon changed to deceive Tang Seng. Tang Seng regretted it when he learned the truth. The opponent of the Robe Monster, Zhu Bajie was reminded by Bai Longma, and rushed to Huaguo Mountain to ask Sun Dasheng to come back to help..." Before Murong Fu could finish speaking, the wounded man had slowly stopped breathing in his arms, and the corner of his mouth was still tingling. A trace of relaxation and comfort that seems to be absent.

Murong Fu didn't say a word, and he let out a long breath after a long time.Over the past few days, he has seen so many deaths that he is so numb that he doesn't know what pain is.

Seeing this, the two auxiliary soldiers hastily stepped forward, carefully moved the wounded man's body out of Murong Fu's arms, and persuaded him: "Mr. Murong, people cannot be resurrected after death..."

Murong Fu shook his head in a daze, and murmured incoherently: "It shouldn't be like this...it shouldn't be like this...if I chose to study medicine...if I knew how to make blood test strips...if I could have arrived earlier... If, if..." He struggled to hold his head, unable to speak again.

At dusk, Zhong Shidao, Qiao Feng and Jiang Changyun went to the wounded barracks to visit Murong Fu.The wounded barracks had been busy all night, everyone was resting at this time, only Murong Fu, accompanied by Deng Baichuan and Gongyegan, kept warm by the fire.Qiao Feng didn't talk nonsense when he saw him, and directly handed him a jar of wine. "Wine can warm you up. Although it's not your 'Dongpo wine', just drink some."

Murong Fu shook his head and said in a low voice: "Drinking alcohol is strictly prohibited inside the barracks."

Qiao Feng turned his head to look at Zhong Shidao, but Zhong Shidao smiled and covered his eyes with his hands, indicating that he didn't know anything.

Murong Fu then stretched out his hand to take the wine jar, thought for a while, but still put it aside. "You can't drink, your hands will become unstable if you drink." However, even though he didn't drink a drop of alcohol, he was already so tired that he didn't even have the strength to hold the wine jar, and his arms kept shaking.

Seeing this, Jiang Changyun's eyes turned red, and he lost his composure and wept, so he grabbed the wine jar and said harshly, "If you don't drink, I will!"

Zhong Shidao sighed softly, and said quietly: "Mr. Murong, I am from a family of soldiers, so I am well-informed. There are some things that you don't know, but I know. The so-called generals will inevitably die in battle. In the barracks, life and death depend only on destiny. Those seriously wounded, even if they survive today, may not survive tomorrow. The battlefield is very chaotic. Even if we don’t send troops, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no surprise attacks. Who can take care of them every day? In the past Sending out troops, out of three wounded, two deaths are not too many, but now only one out of ten dies. Mr. Murong, you have already accumulated great virtue, for the rest, leave to fate!"

Murong Fu just smiled wryly upon hearing this. "I understand the truth, but..."

"Young Master Murong, you should not come to this kind of place as a frail scholar! You are so soft-hearted, even if you saved nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine people, as long as one of them is not saved, you will still be upset! But on the battlefield, there are no immortals. What about it?" Jiang Changyun couldn't help but angrily said.Also in the wounded barracks, all the doctors just fell asleep and didn't care about anything, only Murong Fu was so worried that he couldn't eat or sleep, any death would be like the death of his own father.

"...Weak scholar..." Murong Fu repeated unconsciously.He was really tired and his mind was numb. He only knew that what Jiang Changyun said was wrong, but he still couldn't think of a rebuttal.

Qiao Feng always thought that Murong Fu was brought by him, and he had a passion for him. At this time, he also persuaded him: "My dear brother Murong, people have to look forward. After fighting Anding Fort, we still have to fight Xia State; After fighting Xiazhou, there is Shibao City; this battle will continue to Hengshan, we have no choice, and you also have no choice. Save as many people as possible and maintain as big a battle as possible for the Song Army Strength, and others, I can’t take care of it anymore.”

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Murong Fu's eyes flickered slightly, he smiled lowly twice, and said vaguely: "It turns out that... the land of Xixia is not what this kind of scripture wants, but the territory of the Song Army." I exchanged Xia Jun’s life for Xia Jun’s life... I thought he paid attention to the wounded barracks and asked me to write the military order, but it turned out to be just to coax me..." Murong Fu felt impatient when he captured Mizhizhai and immediately launched an attack on Yinzhou. Listening to Qiao Feng's introduction of Zhong'er's next battle plan, he walked all the way and fought all the way, and he had no intention of stopping to rest and consolidate his position at all.Murong Fu had already guessed that Zhong Er's goal was to wipe out Xia Jun's vitality to the greatest extent, rather than worrying about the gains and losses of that size.

Seeing that Murong Fu was so tired and still able to use his thoughts, he was surprised. There are not many scholars with such knowledge, it would be a pity to be placed in the wounded barracks.Just thinking of Murong Fu's fiery temper pointing at his uncle and yelling at him, recommending him to be his uncle's counselor would undoubtedly kill him.

Murong Fu knew little about his ability, but Qiao Feng was indifferent when he knew deeply, and advised: "I heard that you haven't closed your eyes for several days, go and rest first. Two days later, there is still a tough battle to be fought."

Murong Fu nodded silently, making up his mind.

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Murong: I was thrown out by the kind?I'm the protagonist, but I was thrown out by Kinder?

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