"Okay, okay, I'll go now." Liu Changle looked excited and turned around and left quickly. His steps became lighter and faster in his actions, so he finally ran.

The military doctor was called soon. The injury that Pei Xiaoer suffered seemed extremely serious, but in fact it was just a skin trauma. The military doctor took out a bottle of unknown plaster from the medical box he carried with him and evenly applied it around Pei Xiaoer's wound. Then he gave Pei Xiaoer a wooden stick and asked Pei Xiaoer to bite it. Then he pulled it hard and pulled out the arrow in the wound. Finally, he banded it finely with a cotton cloth, and it was almost done.

Seeing the military doctor gradually leaving, although Pei Xiaoer trusted his medical skills, he couldn't help but get angry at this time. There was no disinfection, no antibiotics, no... It can be said that there was nothing, just bandage it so simply. If it was really infected, then the trouble would be taken.

But now that the conditions are like this, Pei Xiaoer has no better way. At the same time, he made up his mind that when he has a place to be at peace in the future, he should put the battlefield hospital on the agenda. Nothing else, it is also worth doing just to improve the survival rate of the wounded soldiers and increase the morale of the army.

After bandaging the wound, Pei Xiaoer tried to move, but felt that there was no big problem, so he stood up with the help of his personal soldiers.

It was already afternoon, and the blood-like setting sun was quietly hanging in the sky. Under the setting sun, corpses with different appearances of death covered the wilderness and spread to the boundless distance. Above these corpses, soldiers spread the entire battlefield in groups of three or three, turning the corpses over and carefully searching for all the valuable things on the dead.

From time to time, one or two enemy troops who pretend to be dead suddenly rose up, causing some trouble to the Pei family army, but in the end they were sent to the Western Paradise.

On the other hand, hundreds of soldiers dug two mass graves that can accommodate ten thousand people. Some other soldiers carried the bodies over, first distinguished their identities, and then threw them into the corresponding mass graves. On one side were the Pei family army and on the other side were the officers and soldiers. In this mass grave, they took off their original identities, no longer the Pei family army, nor were they officers and soldiers. Now they are simply an unknown corpse in this mass grave.

"How many people have we died and injured?" Pei Xiaoer couldn't help asking as he looked at this scene.

"The specific number of people has not been counted, but what is certain is that there are no less than 7,000 people, and more than 10,000 people are injured." Liu Changle's tone was low.

"Tell the military doctor that the injured brothers should do their best to treat them. I will go to the injured barracks in person later." Pei Xiaoer said.

"Yes, I'll make arrangements now." Liu Changle bowed and turned around and left.

At this moment, a burst of exclamations suddenly came from afar, and dozens of soldiers formed a circle, and it was obvious that something happened that surprised them.

"Go and ask what's going on?"

"Yes," after Tian Shengnian received the order, he walked over with great strides and soon hurried over, "General, it is General Song Meng and Song, he is still alive."

"What? Is Song Meng?" Pei Xiaoer was stunned, then he was overjoyed. He ignored Ueda Shengnian and took two steps in three steps.

After the soldiers saw Pei Xiaoer, they hurriedly made way out and asked Pei Xiaoer to go in.

Pei Xiaoer walked in and saw a person lying on the ground, his whole body was soaked with blood, as if he had just crawled out of the sea of ​​blood. Three military doctors were rushing to stop the bleeding from him. Seeing this, Pei Xiaoer frowned and shouted to the soldiers watching on the side: "Get out of the way, you are all around here, and he can't even breathe."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers took a step back at the same time. Pei Xiaoer then walked closer and looked closely and found that it was Song Meng.

Song Meng is not in good condition now. There are eighteen wounds of all sizes on his body, bleeding everywhere, and some of them have even hurt their lungs. So far, he has fallen into a deep coma. The most terrible thing is that although the military doctor has done his best, he cannot stop the blood.

"How is it? Can the blood stop?" Pei Xiaoer spoke.

"General, we are incompetent. General Song's body has too many wounds and is too deep. We have tried our best. Ran... Ran..." The military doctor did not continue and Pei Xiaoer knew that the hope of coming was very small. "The most important thing is to stop the blood, otherwise his blood would dry sooner or later. By then, even if it was the Daluo Jinxian, he would be helpless."

"Stop the bleeding?" Pei Xiaoer suddenly thought of a method. He was too shocked and the sequelae was still serious, so he didn't use it easily. However, he couldn't take much care of it. As soon as he stopped the bleeding, he would have more hope of saving his life.

"Come on, set up a bonfire for me, the bigger the better, the faster." Pei Xiaoer said, "pull all his clothes off."

The soldiers around him were not sure about the reason, but the habit of obeying orders had been imprinted on their bones, so although they did not understand the reason for this, a blazing bonfire began to burn.

Seeing that the fire was enough, Pei Xiaoer pulled out his sword and put it on a bonfire to roast it. Soon, the sword body was burned red.

Seeing that it was almost done, Pei Xiaoer took out the burning red sword and approached Song Meng.

"This is." A military doctor suddenly slapped his head hard and said annoyed, "Why did I forget that there is still this solution?"

His behavior did not affect Pei Xiaoer at all. Seeing Pei Xiaoer holding the red sword, he saw the wound on Song Meng's body and baked it. Suddenly, a smell of barbecue spread out, and many soldiers actually started to retching when they smelled it.

What's magical is that the wounds that have been burned with high temperature miraculously stopped bleeding. Seeing that this method was indeed effective, Pei Xiaoer suddenly became confident. Then he burned all the other wounds of Song Meng, and finally stopped Song Meng's blood.

"Put him medicine and bandage him, hurry up." Pei Xiaoer quickly ordered.

After hearing this, several military doctors immediately used both hands and feet, Yifan applied medicine and bandaged Song Meng into a rice dumpling, and then he heard it.

"General, we have done everything we can do. Whether we live or die depends entirely on his own fortune." A military doctor wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and told Pei Xiaoer.

Well, Pei Xiaoer nodded. The medical conditions in this era are limited, so you have done your best to do this. The rest depends on whether your personal life is hard or not.

"Please take him back and take good care of him. If General Song comes back to life, you will be rewarded."

"Yes," the military doctors carried Song Meng away in a hurry. Judging from their expressions, it was obvious that no one could hope to get this reward. Song Meng's vitality was too slim.

Seeing Song Meng leave, Pei Xiaoer sighed. Although he knew that since he embarked on this road, this life had no longer belonged to him and was just trying to keep it on his neck again, he still couldn't let it go when he saw someone close to his brother's life and death.

The battlefield was cleaned until late at night, and finally came to an end. Pei Xiaoer sat in the temporary tent, listening to Qiao Chun's casualties in the battle.
Chapter completed!