Zhuang Lizhong and Zhao Ying received an order to send the injured brothers to treat them. The "hospital" was behind them and they had to pass through the entire camp.

"Have you seen other brothers from the Light Mao Group? It's not bad, right?" Zhao Ying came back late and asked her companions while holding the wounded.

"Bigou, Liu Kuo and the one who loves to bite his nails are all right. Xiao Zhu, Lao Sun is fine, and the other brothers have not seen it yet." Zhuang Lizhong said sadly about the casualties of the gentlemen of the Qingmao Group. Then he whispered to the left road, "Where is Xiao Huang?"

Zhao Ying straightened her neck and let her thin neck pass through the wounded's magnificent chest before she saw what Xiaozhuang was talking about.

There were already a row of wooden stakes on the road than when they set out in the early morning. More than a dozen bodies with their necks tilted around, lined up, floating weakly with the wind.

"Where is Xiao Huang? How could it be!" Zhao Ying's eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

Zhuang Lizhong whispered: "I heard from their sergeant that Xiao Huang has been a little wrong since the morning. He was crying when the whole team was in the morning. It was very awkward. After the war started, their sergeant rushed to the city and ladders were set up. After the first brother stepped on the ladder, the second one was him. He pressed the ladder and did not dare to go up. A group of brothers behind him could not go up the ladder. They were shot there by the Qing Yao bird gun at the top of the city. One was killed and one injured. He was kicked away by his sergeant. Then he ran to the direction of the camp with tears. When I came back, he was hanging here..."

Speaking of this, Zhuang Lizhong twitched his nose and was immersed in sadness, but was immediately stunned by Zhao Ying's roar.

"He is a deserter! It's a good thing for this bastard to hang him. If I were me, he would stab him to death on the battlefield! Justice on the spot!" Zhao Ying looked at the corpses with gritted teeth, without any sympathy or hesitation in his eyes.

"The others are pretty good. When Yi Zhang first came, he gave me a piece of oil cake to eat..." Zhuang Lizhong was stunned for a moment.

"What a f*ck! Have you forgotten God, general and brother? On the battlefield, either I kill Qing Yao! Or Qing Yao kills me! People like this are not worthy of eating the general's meal at all, and will only implicate their brothers! He will definitely go to hell!" Zhao Ying's feelings and loyalty to Zhao Kuo are extraordinary. He was picked up by Zhao Kuo from the brink of death by himself, gave him a life, gave him a big family, and gave him a name that he could call human beings. Zhao Kuo is his god. He believed in every word in Zhao Kuo's mouth and willingly died for Zhao Kuo.

Zhao Ying's unshakable loyalty shocked Zhuang Lizhong. At his age, he had no worldview or values ​​at all. He had only crazy pursuit of family, loyalty and recognition between brothers. His original family had been torn apart by the Qing Dynasty. Now the only family he cherished is the Taiping Army family. He immediately changed his face and said hatefully: "You are right, this shameless deserter deserves to die." He also gritted his teeth and spitted at the unlucky deserter. He was really annoyed. His sympathy for Xiao Huang just now made him lose face in front of his firm brothers.

The person who was hanged was no longer a brother, but a shameful devil who threw his brother down and turned his head and ran away!

"Hospital", the official name is the Injured Camp. Just behind the small bamboo forest, you can hear a painful wailing sound a few dozen steps away. This is why the Injured Camp should be placed far away from the garrison. With the medical level of that era, the injured soldiers wailed all night long enough to tear the morale of the most heroic army at that time to pieces.

Holding the injured brother, as soon as he entered the large tent filled with shrill screams and wails, Zhao Ying and Zhuang Lizhong were almost fumigated by the terrible smell of the flesh and the opium smoke inside.

The wounded were placed on the ground in rows, and the doctor and several of his assistants were busy sweating.

Zhao Ying was stunned at the door for a while, and before she could speak, her hand was grabbed by someone. She was filled with a miserable cry: "Kill me, brother, give me a knife. OK!"

The person holding Zhao Ying's hand was lying on the wooden bed. He was shot by a bird gun and the lead sand smashed his entire right chest. Now the naked chest that had been cut off was covered with blood, and the white flesh was turned up. The black-headed iron sand covered the poor man's chest. He stared at his bloody eyes and pulled Zhao Ying and begged: "I can't stand the pain anymore. Brother, give me a knife... Please!"

Zhao Ying, who was at a loss, was pulled into the tent by the doctor's assistant. He turned his head and looked at the poor man at the door, and said in a low voiceless manner: "That man is beyond help. What's wrong with you?"

"This brother fell down from a high place and vomited blood..." Zhao Ying said timidly.

"Put it on the ground." The assistant turned up the wounded's eyelids and looked at it, and said with a little disdain: "Little wound, lie down."

"Doctor, give me opium!" A wounded man with cold sweat raised the gun in his hand and shouted, while only one piece of his right arm was left, and blood was seeping out of the bandage.

Opium has been a Chinese medicine since the Tang Dynasty. It has the effect of calming down and pain. It has become a disaster but is only in the late Qing Dynasty. It is because the smoking method of smoking was invented, and the Indian San became a colony of Great Britain. Most of the opium was used to dump the Far East - China. It is also because of the moral depravity of the Qing Dynasty and the corruption of the administration.

Some people must ask: It’s okay to be morally degraded, but it’s easy to be foolish in India, but corruption in the administration and the flood of opium are also related to?

It has a great relationship. First of all, the largest proportion of people who smoke opium were the Qing officials and the Eight Banners Green Camp soldiers. It was precisely because this thing greatly weakened the military strength of the Qing Dynasty to suppress the people that the Qing emperor and various Manchu and Han officials wanted to ban it. But it was not banned at all, because if the Qing government did not buy opium, then smuggled it.

Smuggling was simply banned from the Qing Dynasty.

It’s not that they don’t ban it or want to ban it, but that they can’t control it at all. How much does the Qing Dynasty opium anti-smuggling ship cruising along the coast of Guangdong cost an opium ship in one month?

35,000 taels! Thirty-five thousand taels of silver! (The above historical facts are seen in "History of the Late Qing Dynasty of Cambridge")

This is still one month! A smuggling boat!

This fat man can steal the heads of the Qing Dynasty! It doesn’t matter if he kills his competitors and the whole family!

As long as you pay the money, you will be able to smuggle atomic bombs to the Qing Dynasty without any obstacles!

One of the contributions of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is that opium is strictly prohibited. As long as you are in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, if you dare to smoke opium, you will die!

The punishment of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is to first starve you for three days, and then give you a full meal. I asked you: Are you full? Do you still want opium?

Then behead the head and show it to the public.

But there is a place in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom that doesn’t ban opium, and you even encourage you to suck it - the wounded barracks.

Because the medical level in that era was extremely low, wounds such as swords and guns could be used to burn the wounds with wounds or irons. However, if it was injured by firearms, such as the one at the door, iron sand penetrated into the chest cavity, the gods could not save it. Even if it hits the limbs, I am afraid that I can only amputate the limbs immediately. How can I stop the pain?

It can only be opium.

Therefore, in addition to screaming, there were also opium smoke.

"Are you here, little 'men'?" The doctor asked with a teasing smile while washing blood in the basin.

Before Zhuang Lizhong and Zhao Ying answered, there were already countless wounded soldiers who were idle and endured the pain next to them and started talking: "I heard that we live on a stone ball?" "We are very rich, are we?" "I heard that there is a place where people are all black-skinned. Are they everywhere stained by mining coal?"...

This was originally the preliminary geographical knowledge that Zhao Kuo taught them, for the purpose of spreading them in the army, but now the two of them are a little unwilling to let go in this miserable and sacred place.

"Please smoke your big cigarettes with peace of mind." The doctor smiled and said to the two children: "It just so happens that I want to perform an operation on your brothers. Should I cheer him up next to you?"

Speaking of this, the doctor looked a little hesitant: "It's not a big injury, but I'm afraid he can't bear the pain. He's still young."

Following the doctor to the smokey inner position, Zhao Ying and the others saw the person lying there moaning, and shouted together: "Fat man!"

This 15-year-old boy nicknamed Fatty is named Luo Qianjie. He was gritting his teeth and not wanting to moan. His left eye was squinting, and blood flowed down his temples from his sockets. After all, compared to the brothers next to him whose arms and legs were sawed off, his injuries were indeed minor injuries.

He bravely climbed the city to fight to the death. The flat-shoot iron sand fired by the Qing soldiers' bird guns swept into his eyes, and his left eye was pierced by an iron sand.

"Little Monkey! Xiaozhuang!" Seeing the two brothers coming, he squeezed a bitter smile with cold sweat, "I heard that you have all attacked the city, so you must have killed Qing Yao. Damn, I fell down as soon as I got up, I'm unlucky!"

"Qianjie, don't talk. Let the doctor save you, it will be fine." Zhuang Lizhong stepped forward and held the other party's cold and trembling hand.

"Okay, little brother." The doctor looked at the boy who gritted his teeth and said without saying a word, licking his lips with his tongue, and hesitated for a moment, "Your left eye is over, but I must dig out the broken eyeballs, otherwise suppuration will cause you to die!"

As he said that, he turned his head and looked at his assistant. The other party was baking a copper spoon with sharp edges on the charcoal fire and smoking. He turned around and said, "Dig it out with a hot copper spoon. And it won't be too fast. If it's too fast and cannot bake your internal wounds, you will die. This will hurt very much. It hurts very much."

"The Qingmaotuan is not afraid of death, but is also afraid of pain!" The bold words made by a young man with blood flowing in his eyes aroused the praise of the wounded around him: "Good!" "I have a talent!" "The man from the real Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!"

"Take a few puffs. It's going to relieve the pain." The doctor took a cigarette gun and handed it to Luo Qianjie.

"Brother, we are by your side, don't worry! You must come back alive!" Zhao Ying said with a sob. He cursed Xiao Huang's body ruthlessly, but when he looked at Luo Qianjie, who was gritting his teeth and sweating, tears fell down.

"I won't smoke opium! Just cut my eyes!" Luo Qianjie stared at the smoke gun and said with gritted teeth.

"What?" The doctor and the people around him were stunned.

"Smoke opium and go to hell! General Xixian said it personally! I will never touch this devil's thing in my life!" After rubbing the three spears on my right chest, Luo Qianjie yelled violently: "Come on, I can withstand it!"

The tent was silent for a long time, and then Zhao Ying's sob broke the silence, and the doctor breathed a sigh of relief. He threw the cigarette gun to the ground and nodded to Luo Qianjie. This time there was no more teasing tone, and there was only respect and admiration: "Then you have to hold on, don't die here! Only by dying on the battlefield are worthy of a person like you, sir."

As he said that, he stuffed the wooden strips into Luo Qianjie's mouth and shouted, "Bite, sir!" After that, he shouted, "Come and help if you can move! Suppress this sir! Don't let him move!"

Luo Qianjie, who was not anesthetized, was dug out of the left eye by a hot copper spoon.
Chapter completed!