The matter of selecting a hundred generals becomes trivial matter.

Xiahou Xuan had no intention, and would not make things difficult for Yang Zheng in such a thing. He nodded and agreed.

Yang Zheng collected five kilograms of gold, and his resentment dissipated a lot, so he bowed to say goodbye.

After leaving Xiahou Mansion, I took a few steps, the sky was covered with clouds, and in less than half a stick of incense, a sudden rain fell down.

Yang Zheng thought about finding a roof to hide from the rain.

However, on the street, there were disabled soldiers everywhere, some struggling in the mud and some moaning in a low voice.

That moan was weak, but heartbreaking.

In an instant, Yang Zheng's heart twitched twice.

As soon as a soldier with broken legs climbed under the eaves, several soldiers rushed out of the house, scolded, beat and kicked them, and drove them into the rain.

The moans turned into crying.

Intermittent, extremely penetrating.

The huge rain cannot be blocked.

There are shelter camps in the army.

But more than 100,000 troops, 40,000 to 50,000 civilians suffered a crushing defeat, countless wounded people, and the small town of martial arts was unable to take care of them.

All matters in the army were controlled by the Yongliang Army.

Limited resources naturally take care of them first.

Cao Shuang and Xiahou Xuan both became clay Buddhas, and the central army also became the stepmothers, living with their tails.

Xiahou Xuan is famous, but he is also high above and cannot see the tragic situation below.

The wounded soldiers of the central army could only survive on their own.

People from the bottom of this world are really destined to be like grass.

Yang Zheng clenched his fists several times, put them down again, and could only lower his head, pass through the rainy alley, and leave in a hurry.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves. Now I must have made a name in Guo Huai's mind. If I violate him, I will lose my skin even if I don't die.

When Xiahou Xuan was able to save himself, it may not be possible now.

While thinking, my feet were suddenly tied up and almost fell down.

When I looked closely, a wounded soldier fell in the rain.

Yang Zheng sighed in his heart and went forward to help him.

When I turned over his body, I suddenly saw a familiar face - Zhao Deng!

It was actually Zhao Deng.

The body was so hot that there was a shocking wound on the left calf. It seemed to be penetrated by a spear, tearing the muscles and bones, leaving only a piece of skin stuck to it. The wound was severely rotten, and pus and blood were flowing outwards.

Yang Zheng was both surprised and sad.

He abandoned himself that day, but he didn't expect that the outcome would still be so miserable.

"Mom...Mom..."

Zhao Deng was already in a state of confusion and murmurs in his mouth.

Yang Zheng was stunned for two or three seconds. It was impossible to have no grudges in his heart, but could he survive with him?

He just made a choice according to his heart.

Not everyone can be as loyal as Linghu Sheng.

After pondering for a moment, I sighed in my heart, and finally couldn't throw him away and carried it on my shoulders.

Looking back at the alley, there were wounded soldiers everywhere.

Some people have already accepted their fate, opened their godless pupils and looked at the sky in the rain.

And some people end their lives with rusty swords...

Yang Zheng speeded up and rushed back to the courtyard where Cao Shuang rewarded him.

Chunniang was sitting on the steps, staring at the rainy sky in a daze.

Seeing Yang Zheng arrive, a happy expression immediately appeared on his red face. He quickly took a straw raincoat and put it on Yang Zheng, "Master."

Yang Zheng put down Zhao Deng and reached out to touch his forehead. It was so hot.

"Do you know where the doctor is?"

Chunniang was not surprised at the serious injury Zhao Deng, as if she was commonplace, "There is a veterinarian in the west of the city."

"Veter?" Yang Zheng jumped twice.

Chunniang lowered her head, as if she was afraid of the scars on Yang Zheng’s left face, “The general attacked Shu, and the doctors, blacksmiths and carpenters nearby were recruited.”

Yang Zheng sighed, why didn’t he poke a few transparent holes in Cao Shuang’s body?

Let this guy taste the great sword of the Shu army.

The battle against Shu has passed, but the pain it brought may take a long time to recover.

The current situation can only be treated as a living horse.

"Jobs can be a veterinarian."

Chunniang put on a straw raincoat and left in a hurry.

Yang Zheng checked the wound and could not save his calf.

Not long after, Chunniang came with an old man with a lame leg and a crutch.

When he bowed his hand, Yang Zheng found that his thumb was gone and immediately felt unreliable.

The veterinarian found Yang Zheng's gaze and smiled sadly, "Last year, the general recruited craftsmen, so the old man killed two times."

It turned out that he was self-harm to hide from military service...

"Sir, please ask." Now, there is no choice but to be picky.

The veterinarian entered the house and looked at Zhao Deng on the soft mat, not much surprise.

He took out a cloth bag of knife with various models.

He also told Chunniang to burn a basin of hot water and soak the knife inside.

That posture is no different from that of the surgeons in later generations.

In Yang Zheng's mind, the veterinarian was directly promoted to a doctor.

Suddenly I remembered that the peak of ancient medical skills seemed to be in this era.

Hua Tuo scraped Guan Yu's bones to cure poison, and even had to perform surgery on Boss Cao's head, but Boss Cao was stabbed by him.

The medical saint Zhang Zhongjing has only been dead for more than 20 years.

Yang Zheng held Zhao Deng, and the veterinarian cut and cut, and he was skillful in his movements. Zhao Deng was in a semi-coma and did not suffer much pain.

Occasionally, Yang Zheng held it tightly.

The amputation surgery was completed in about half an hour.

The veterinarian applied medicine and bandaged it carefully.

I was so busy that I was sweating profusely, "If the fever subsides tomorrow, I will be able to survive with some medicine."

Without saying the remaining half, Yang Zheng also knew that if the fever does not subside tomorrow, he would have to wait to die.

Yang Zheng wanted to give money, but he didn't expect that he would leave with half a bag of wheat.

After resting for a while, Chunniang cooked two bowls of wheat rice.

Yang Zheng felt tasteless and hard to swallow as he ate.

I don’t know how the ancients could bear it.

I immediately thought of the wounded soldiers struggling in the rain, not to mention wheat rice, they didn’t even eat it.

Seeing that the rain stopped outside, Yang Zheng suddenly had an idea.

Since the medical skills of this era are still good, why not save more people?

And I also have some money in my hands.

If you want to survive in this era and not be trampled to death by others, it is necessary to have a certain amount of strength.

In fact, wounded veterans are rare elites, who have experienced life and death and have rich combat experience.

Of course, it is not entirely out of interest considerations. Instead, as a time traveler of a civilized world in later generations, he really cannot tolerate the tragic things that are about to happen.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

Even if things cannot be done, you can still accumulate some good deeds.

From the perspective of a later generation, there is really a will in the dark.
To be continued...