The news of Zhao Xin's arrival made nearly 10,000 people in the Northern Navy's Eastern Front troops cheer and boost their morale. After all, his height was particularly eye-catching among the soldiers who were generally 1.6 meters tall, and they couldn't hide it even if they wanted to.
This guy left Wang Zhenyi and A Miao in Yakesa again. They and Wang Zhong would take a boat to Baibai'er City first. Don't ask him why he didn't come directly from another time and space. You must know that the remains of the station line on South Culun Road are here
The other time and space could not be found at all, so he could only take the post road in this time and space to catch up.
The Mongolian Xirigoulige, who has been named "Yunyang", has been hearing the name "Prince Zhao" these days. He stood on tiptoe on the carriage and looked in the direction of the headquarters for a long time.
He didn't even see the shadow of Zhao Xin. He couldn't understand Chinese either, so he asked a Daur Bei Haijun who was smoking a pipe beside the carriage: "Brother Bayar, King Zhao is really as tall as you said."
So high?"
Bayar didn't even turn his eyelids and said in a dull voice: "That's right! In our Northern Navy, the commander-in-chief is the tallest, and Prince Zhao is just a little shorter than him."
"Brother Bayar, tell me what other battles King Zhao led you to fight?"
Ding, now a member of the logistics team, heard the sound and came over.
Bayar only joined the Northern Navy after the "Battle of Yaksa". He was originally a postman. Because he was already in his thirties and illiterate when he joined the army, he could only work as a coachman in the logistics team. He smashed
Holding the cigarette holder made of boxwood, he licked his cracked lips, thought for a while and said: "Then today I will tell you the story of how King Zhao led six hundred people to defeat ten thousand Rakshasa.
..."
Compared with the excitement of the soldiers, when Liu Sheng saw Zhao Xin, he found that the other party looked gloomy. He thought he was tired. But when he saw two soldiers following Zhao Xin, one of them was holding a hand.
Two girls in small military uniforms were carrying a backpack with a child inside; and another soldier was holding a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes in his arms. He couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Child? Where?"
Coming?"
"We'll talk about it later. Let's find a place for them to rest first." Zhao Xin's voice was hoarse and his eyes were bloodshot. He rode horses for several days and only slept three or four hours a day. His face was also sunburned.
Black and red.
"Let me go. Go to the medical team for a checkup." After hearing the news, Ushiha took the baby from the soldier's hand, and then asked the soldier holding the little girl to follow him to the medical team's tent.
Zhao Xin and Liu Sheng walked out of the headquarters, looked around, and asked Liu Sheng in a low voice: "Is there enough water?"
"We caught up with a heavy rain before and collected some." Liu Sheng said solemnly: "If you arrive two days later, there will be no water at all. As the guide said, there are salt-alkali pools everywhere here.
Even the horses don’t drink.”
In fact, the heavy rain was caught off guard, and not much rainwater was collected. Starting from the day before yesterday, Liu Sheng has ordered that except for the patients who can maintain normal drinking water, all other people, including himself, reduce their water consumption to 500 ml per day.
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"Where's Xiao Fan?"
"He was caught in the rain a few days ago and was freezing. His fever just went away this morning. I asked him to rest first."
"How much food is left?"
"Only the compressed biscuits are left."
Zhao Xin nodded: "Has the vacant space been arranged?"
"The arrangements have been made on the first day. The mountain col to the west is waiting for you to come."
Two hours later, as four large water purification trucks continuously converted the bitter and astringent alkaline water in the salt-alkali pool into purified water, the tense atmosphere caused by the lack of water in the troops was quickly eliminated, and the soldiers
They also began to gradually regain their vitality.
After Zhao Xin finished his work, he took some time to sleep in the tent. When he woke up, the sun was almost setting. Although his whole body was sore, his first reaction after waking up was to ask about the four children. Although he learned that the children
Wu Xiha was taking care of him personally, but he still took a look uneasy. When he saw that the two older ones were freshly washed and eating; the two younger ones were also fed by Wu Xiha with goat milk.
, lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, he felt relieved.
When they returned to the headquarters tent, Liu Sheng, Fan Tong and several staff officers were having a meal. Zhao Xin brought a lot of food and material supplies this time, so the meals for the cooking teams of each ministry tonight were vegetable porridge and big steamed buns, plus
Stewed mutton with radish. Since entering the Gobi, the troops from top to bottom have been eating compressed biscuits three times a day, either chewed dry or boiled into paste. No matter how complete the nutrition is, no one can stand it even if it is eaten for half a month.
Everyone was devouring it, like a starving ghost reincarnated. Zhao Xin asked the guard to serve him a bowl of porridge, sat down and drank it slowly.
Liu Sheng killed three steamed buns in a row. When he picked up the fourth steamed bun, he asked Zhao Xin: "Tell me, what happened to those children?"
"Picked it up on the way." After Zhao Xin finished speaking, he couldn't help but recall the scene five days ago...
That day, more than a hundred of them set off from the Blue Station before dawn, and ran for sixty miles without changing horses. They arrived at Modun Station near noon. Everyone was tired and their horses were exhausted. Zhao Xin decided to take a rest first.
, wait for it to cool down before leaving. The Beihai Navy, who was responsible for temporarily stationing here, had a platoon of troops, so they helped the horses drink and feed.
Modun Station is located in a small basin, surrounded by mountains. The buildings that make up the station are several yurts and several livestock sheds. There are two temples not far from the station. The owner of one temple is Kanbulob, who is resident in Kulun.
The other temple in Sundarjia is the temple of Zasarai Hubilhan. After the Northern Navy came, the monks in the temple usually stayed behind closed doors except for going out to fetch water.
After taking care of the horses, everyone lit a fire and cooked food in the open space between several yurts. Unexpectedly, not long after, a woman with a big belly and a basket on her back staggered from a low hill to the west of the inn.
They appeared on the road, followed by two ragged children and a few skinny sheep.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! According to the older children later, they were attracted by the aroma of the food. But when the mother discovered that the people in the inn were dressed completely differently from Mongolians,
He immediately turned around and left with them.
Unexpectedly, not far after walking out, the woman staggered and fell to the ground, letting out a painful groan. The two children didn't know what to do, so they sat next to the woman and started crying; and there was a baby in the basket behind the woman.
The child was awakened by a sudden fall and started crying.
After discovering this situation, the platoon leader of the garrison platoon hurriedly took people to check. Within a few minutes, a soldier came back and reported that the woman had a big belly and was bleeding a lot. They didn't know what to do.
After hearing this, Zhao Xin felt that the situation was not good. With his limited medical knowledge, he felt that the woman might have a miscarriage. He hurriedly asked the soldier to carry the woman back immediately, and then asked someone to vacate a clean yurt.
Also, immediately boil a large pot of hot water.
Although there was a paramedic among the people accompanying him, he had only learned battlefield first aid and how to deal with ordinary headaches and fevers, and did not understand this kind of disease at all. By the way, the paramedic's name was Chengzhuang, who was injured that year.
At Qinggui's invitation, he was the disciple of Master Chengcheng who went to Beihai Town to "persuade surrender".
After a while, the woman was carried into the yurt, and the three children and the sheep were brought back. Because no one else could help, only Zhao Xin stayed by during the inspection.
The only thing the two could do after that was to use warm water to wipe the blood off the woman's legs.
At this time, the woman let out a painful groan and said something vaguely in Mongolian. Her haggard cheeks showed an expression of extreme fatigue. Her bony hands were clutching the blanket under her body, and her head and face were full of tears.
It's sweat.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Xin also took a warm, semi-wet towel and helped the woman wipe the sweat off her face. Only then did he notice that the woman's thin and brown cheeks were covered with wrinkles, and she looked older.
He was no longer young. After a while, the yurt was filled with the smell of blood and the pungent smell of cow and sheep excrement emanating from the woman.
As the woman's breath became weaker and weaker, Zhao Xin and the hygienist looked at each other and knew something was going to happen. At that time, he suddenly thought that ginseng could kill someone, so he took out a red sandalwood box and opened it.
It was a three-finger-thick ginseng covered with yellow satin. He hurriedly broke off a ginseng tendon and stuffed it into the woman's mouth.
The ginseng stocks in Zhao Xin's hands were all special-grade wild ginseng from the Changbai Mountains, which were at least thirty years old. He specially kept a few ginseng, which were originally prepared for the frail Wang Zhenyi.
After a while, the woman's pulse beat stronger and her breathing became easier. Upon seeing this, Zhao Xin came outside and asked the cook of the garrison platoon to make half a ginseng soup.
But there was no pot for boiling medicine in the inn, so the cook had no choice but to cook it in a cooking pot. The platoon leader of the garrison said to wait a moment and asked the Mongolian guide to follow him to a nearby lamasery. Maybe there would be medicine there.
The words of the platoon leader Guo also reminded Zhao Xin, and he immediately asked him to go to the lamasery and ask if there were any monks who could treat patients. He, a "Mongolian doctor", really couldn't cope with the current situation.
However, only half an hour later, the platoon leader came back and reported to Zhao Xin that not only had the medicine pot not been borrowed, but he was also very angry. The cook had no choice but to use a small aluminum pot to make the ginseng soup.
"What? Looking for a substitute?" Zhao Xin once suspected that he heard wrongly.
"Sir, that's what the lamas in the two temples said." The garrison platoon leader said angrily: "They said they wanted to cure this woman's disease, but medicine was useless. She had to recite Buddha's name and practice good deeds to expel the devil, so she had to find someone to cure her.
A living person should be treated as a scapegoat! They also said that if this was not for the sake of our Bei Navy, they would not care anything about it!"
"Bang!" Zhao Xin raised his foot and kicked over a bucket on the ground, his face becoming gloomy.
The Mongolian guide only knew that Zhao Xin was a big shot, but he didn’t know who he was. He followed the team for these days and learned that there was no rule of kneeling in the Northern Navy, so he lowered his head and said: "Honorable sir, the former great lama
When the princes and princes, Taiji and others are sick, they are all treated in this way. With a substitute, the devil will naturally stop haunting the patient."
Zhao Xin took a few deep breaths. He also understood that the theory of ghosts and gods was a common understanding among ordinary people in this era, and it was useless to be angry.
But who would have thought that the Mongolian guide said casually: "It would be great if I could ask the great lama for some 'Sabsheng'. All diseases can be cured, but it's a pity that this place is too far away from Kulun."
"Sabson?" Zhao Xin frowned, he had never heard of it.
"It's... it's Hutuktu's urine... Noble sir, that is a very precious thing. If ordinary people want to ask for it, they have to spend at least five taels of silver in charity to get a little bit.
"
"Get out!!!" Zhao Xin couldn't hold it in any longer and became furious. The Mongolian guide was so frightened that he knelt on the ground. The two little girls sitting on the ground eating next to him were also frightened.
Shivering.
"You will go back immediately with two squads, and you will follow!" Zhao Xin gave the order to the garrison platoon leader, and asked a Buryat soldier under his command to follow him. "No need to be polite to them! You
Go tell them! I’m going to find someone who knows medicine to save my life! If you talk nonsense again, they won’t stay in the Lama Temple! It’ll be set on fire!”
The platoon leader of the garrison led the people away. Zhao Xin's anger still could not subside, but his eyes soon fell on the baskets next to the two girls. He walked over and leaned over to take a look, and the boy inside looked just the same.
He was a little over 10 years old, lying on tattered swaddling clothes and pieces of cloth, babbling carefreely. Seeing this child, Zhao Xin somehow remembered his own son, so he looked at the stunned eyes of the two girls.
, leaned down and gently picked up the child.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Seeing a man who looked fierce just now suddenly hugged his younger brother, with a kind smile on his face, the two cowered and prostrate on the ground.
The girl looked a little overwhelmed. Zhao Xin sighed and put the child back in the basket. He waved his hand and asked the Mongolian guide to come over and ask the two girls for him.
The guide came over and first asked their names and place of origin, and then learned that they were herdsmen from the Tushetuhan tribe, and that the woman was their mother. The older of the two girls was nine years old, named Pujie; the younger was five years old,
His name is Saihan; the one in the basket is their younger brother, named Batu.
According to Pujie, their father abandoned them and found a rich widow; and because their mother was pregnant, no rich man was willing to hire her. The morning before yesterday, the last owner also moved to the west, and the mother and son stayed behind.
There was nowhere to go in the old pasture. Later, I faintly smelled the aroma of food from the blowing wind, and then I looked for it.
"Then what do you usually eat? Goat milk?" Zhao Xin looked at the weak sheep on the side and thought that they wouldn't be able to squeeze out much milk. However, when the guide asked for him, he got
An answer that stunned Zhao Xin.
"What is rough hada?"
Before the guide could reply, Saihan timidly took out a ball of hadab that exuded a foul smell from his arms.
"Sir, this is coarse hada. The new cloth has been starched and can be washed with water to satisfy your hunger."
In ancient times, the cotton cloth sold had to be coated with flour or rice paste to make the cloth stiff. During the famine years, some people would rinse the cotton cloth with water and use the washed flour water to satisfy their hunger; of course, in order to fill their stomachs, some people
It has to be new cloth.
Zhao Xin's heart suddenly felt as if someone had pinched him hard, and his eye circles suddenly turned red. He had been in this era for eight years, and he had seen a lot of poor and hungry people. When he was in Beihai Town, he had come from those customs
I have heard about this method from immigrants, but I have never seen it in action until today. He could not imagine that someone could actually use this thing to satisfy their hunger!
More than twenty minutes later, a wrinkled old lama came with a medicine box on his back. It was not that there were no medical practitioners in the lamasery, but they did not want to have too much contact with the Bei Navy before receiving orders from Cullen.
When he saw half a ginseng in the aluminum pot brought by the cook, the old lama had a look of surprise on his face. He could not have imagined that these Han people who looked so menacing when they came to the door would actually use such precious medicinal materials to save an unknown person.
A poor acquaintance.
Under the respectful gaze of Zhizhuo, the old lama first felt the woman's pulse, then placed his hand on the woman's belly for a while, then shook his head, turned to the guide standing at the door of the yurt and said a few words.
Then the guide told Zhao Xin that even if the woman drank ginseng soup, she would only be able to survive. It was hard to say whether she could survive the night.
"Where is the baby in her belly?"
"It can't be saved."
"stillbirth?"
"Alas! Sir, she is like this. Even if she wants to give birth, she can't give birth."
Zhao Xin also put his hand on the woman's belly. He felt a weak beating, which was completely different from the woman's own heartbeat. It should be the beating of the baby's fetal heart. He frowned and thought hard for a moment, and then
A very bold decision was made!
But before taking action, he had to obtain the woman's consent. After drinking a bowl of clear yellow ginseng soup, the woman finally woke up, and there was a trace of blood on her gray lips.