Mao Wenlong's steps were strong and he had an exciting smile on his face. Accompanied by the generals, he inspected the heads and prisoners and watched the demonstration of land mines.
"Okay, okay!"
Chen Jisheng smiled and said nothing. This was already the third or fourth time that Mao Shuai said this, which showed how excited he was.
"The victory report to Governor Denglai needs to be revised again." Mao Wenlong stroked his beard and squinted his eyes slightly. After seeing it with his own eyes, he felt more confident and should ask for more food and supplies.
Chen Jisheng bowed and said: "In addition to food, our army also needs a large amount of gunpowder."
"That's right, the quantity of gunpowder must be sufficient in order to better aid Korea and hit the rebels more severely." Mao Wenlong smiled and said: "Since our Dongjiang Army is required to contribute, we need to supply sufficient supplies of food and grass."
After a pause, Mao Wenlong asked: "Is that Guo Dajing on the island?"
Chen Jisheng hurriedly said: "Guo Dajing was the last to retreat and has not yet landed on the island. The general has asked the port guards to pay attention and will meet him when he lands on the island."
Mao Wenlong nodded and said: "Let's go, take this commander to see the wounded soldiers. They are all Dongjiang athletes who have killed the enemy with blood. We cannot treat them badly."
Chen Jisheng hurriedly led the way and said as he walked: "Guo Dajing learned this skill from somewhere. He used a soldering iron to cauterize and stop bleeding, and used needles and threads to suture the wound. From now on, the effect is pretty good."
Mao Wenlong paused for a moment and glanced at Chen Jisheng with a strange expression on his face, as if to say: Are you sure this is medical treatment and not a torture interrogation?
Chen Jisheng smiled bitterly and said: "The commander-in-chief also knows the level of medical care in our army. Some seriously injured soldiers have no choice but to give up. Guo Dajing took action to treat them, but some injured soldiers survived."
Mao Wenlong sighed and quickened his pace again.
How could he not know this situation? There was nothing he could do about it! Regardless of the medical level at that time, there was a shortage of military doctors and medicines. How could he treat the wounded soldiers well?
"The commander came in a hurry. The reward money will be taken from the seizures in the Battle of Yizhou first." Mao Wenlong glanced at Chen Jisheng and said helplessly: "When the wages and rations are reissued, then..."
Chen Jisheng hurriedly said: "Everything captured in the battle belongs to our Dongjiang Army. The general is the commander of the Dongjiang Army and can distribute it as he sees fit."
Mao Wenlong waved his hand and said: "We still have to keep some of it to reward the meritorious generals who fight with you."
After a pause, he added: "That Guo Dajing has dozens of meritorious deeds alone. How can you justify not giving him a reward? The way to run an army is to make rewards and punishments clear. This is what we should try to achieve."
Chen Jisheng nodded in agreement, and then said: "Guo Dajing doesn't care about silver rewards, and he doesn't care much about false titles. The general has asked him before, and he actually wants to lead troops to fight."
Mao Wenlong pondered and did not respond immediately.
It stands to reason that if Guo Dajing was promoted to a hundred households, he would be able to get a real garrison position at the very least, and it would be normal for him to receive three to five hundred, or even one thousand to eight hundred soldiers.
But Mao Wenlong wanted to investigate again. After all, leading troops in battle and killing enemies and making meritorious deeds are not necessarily equivalent in terms of ability.
When they arrived at the wounded soldiers' camp, they naturally expressed their condolences and explained the amount of the reward to the wounded soldiers, which made the wounded soldiers feel happy and excited psychologically.
"Is this a sutured wound?" Mao Wenlong looked specifically at the wounded treated by Guo Dajing, observed the wound, and showed a surprised expression.
The medical officer next to him quickly replied: "Come back to the commander, this method of suturing the wound looks good, and it is more effective than just applying medicine and bandaging."
"There is also this wounded soldier who amputated his leg with a saw and a soldering iron." The medical officer moved Mao Wenlong to the side again and let him see the wounded soldier who had half of his leg amputated. "Looking at it now, there should be no fear of life."
Mao Wenlong couldn't see the wounds clearly because they were all bandaged. Perhaps he imagined the blackness caused by the contact between the soldering iron and the skin, and he couldn't help but feel a bit chilly in his heart.
"Recuperate well." Mao Wenlong patted the wounded man's shoulder gently and said warmly: "But with me here, I will never let you Dongjiang athletes suffer from cold and hunger."
The wounded soldier had a beard on his face and looked like a rough man at first glance. Although he didn't have half a leg, he still smiled when facing Marshal Mao's comfort and said, "Thank you, Marshal Mao."
After a pause, he continued: "Guo Dajing saved my life. He also said that when I recover from my injury, he will make me a prosthetic leg so that I can walk without any delay."
Oh, the legs can be fake. Is this Guo Dajing lying?
The smile on Mao Wenlong's face did not change, he nodded and said: "That's good, I have written this down. I will let him make a prosthetic leg for you."
Guo Dajing really wasn't exaggerating. He couldn't make a freely moving prosthetic leg, but it was not difficult to make a wooden leg like the one in "Pirates of the Caribbean".
After walking around the wounded soldiers' camp, Mao Wenlong, accompanied by Chen Jisheng and others, left the wounded soldiers' camp.
A soldier of Chen Jisheng who was waiting outside came up to report that Guo Dajing had just returned from the island and was ordered to come to see him.
Mao Wenlong had a good ear. When he heard the report, without waiting for Chen Jisheng's request, he smiled and said: "Let him come over. Let me take a look at Guo Xiaoqi, who has repeatedly made military exploits."
It was not long before Guo Dajing was led over. Without any introduction, he bowed and saluted, "Guo Dajing, the flag officer who has not been closed all night, comes to see Commander Mao and all the generals."
Walking this way from Guo Dajing, Mao Wenlong focused his attention on him. From the outside, Guo Dajing was tall and burly, with a straight back, giving people a good impression of a soldier.
As he walked closer, Mao Wenlong noticed Guo Dajing's honest and simple face, and felt a little confused and surprised in his heart.
But seeing Guo Dajing salute directly to him, he couldn't help but smile slightly, knowing that Guo Dajing was a bit thoughtful and one of those shrewd people.
There is a saying that "gold and jade are on the outside, but lint is on the inside." Guo Dajing obviously does not belong to that kind of embroidered pillow. Combined with his achievements and the evaluation of him by Chen Jisheng and others, Mao Wenlong's first impression was very good.
"Guo Dajing——" Mao Wenlong stretched out his hand and nodded, and said to the generals beside him: "Zhang Pan's men stayed at night, got accurate information about Jianlu's attack on the dynasty, and even beheaded dozens of people. When they attacked Yizhou, they also
The city wall he blew open enabled our army to break through the city overnight."
In front of so many people, is it okay to praise me like this? Is it so quick to praise me?
Guo Dajing felt the eyes of surprise, admiration, or other emotions directed at him, bowed and said, "Thank you, Commander-in-Chief."
It was the first time I met the coach. He was not embarrassed and calm. He was also calm and composed when he heard the praise. Mao Wenlong gave Guo Dajing another high look.
"I haven't finished speaking about your merits, so why should I reward you?" Mao Wenlong laughed and said to Guo Dajing: "I want to grant you the title of Hundred Households, but I heard from Vice General Chen that you want to lead troops to fight?"