Chapter 121 Battlefield Medical Center, all staff are here
"Elder Erwin, please join the main camp in the attack sequence."
"Bishop Martin, please join the front camp and be responsible for blessing the attacking knights with divine magic."
"Priest Edwin, please take the lead in the treatment work."
"Sir Baird, can you go with the scout team?"
Gretel was sitting far away from the door of the council chamber, waiting for tasks to be assigned to him. He was the youngest, had the lowest rank, and his seat was the farthest away from the chief. Only now was the fifth-level priest called, waiting for him to be called. , it’s still very early.
In this battle, Heartland City did not go out alone, but gathered under the banner of Earl Newman, the lord of Newster County. Earl Newman himself is a 12th-level grand knight and has great prestige in the county, even for Heartland City. Viscount Joan, the lord of the city, also worked as an attendant in the Earl's Mansion when he was a boy.
With such a man standing high and shouting, the nobles of Newster County would naturally enjoy the view. The nobles of four or five cities in the county, large and small, came with their own knights and soldiers to join Earl Newman's army.
All the spellcasters were also gathered together, and after evaluation and discussion by the leaders of the cult, they were assigned to different teams according to their ability level and type of magical spells. They could attack, assist, treat, or serve. There was a long list. , it took a long time before he nodded on his head:
"All second-level and first-level priests and priest apprentices are responsible for healing matters."
The allocation of treatment tasks is almost based on place of origin. In principle, the wounded in this city will be treated by the city's priests. The war has not yet begun, and the caster's camp in the military camp is bustling, with each priest living in a small tent alone. , knights came to visit and gave gifts with smiling faces.
Please take care of me!
Please support!
Please give me priority in treating me if I get injured!
Gretel was no exception. As soon as the meeting ended, two knights asked questions and came to his tent:
"Lord Nordmark! Lord Nordmark! Gretel! Gretel...? Hey, where did you go?"
Such a rare opportunity, why not wait in the tent to receive the gift!
Gretel was at the nearby city guard camp. During this expedition, two squadrons of the city guard came, about a hundred people, most of whom were uncles Gretel was familiar with. Different from the exquisite small tents at the priest's place, the military camp here It was filled with shabby low tents, the kind where a dozen or twenty soldiers would squeeze into one room. Walking a few steps inside, the stench was overwhelming.
Gretel didn't dislike it much. He walked slowly in the camp, asking:
"Tang En, are the bandages ready for the wound?"
"Brother Vali, you have to be at the front...are the tourniquets ready? Do you remember where the tourniquet is? Yes, it's right here!"
"Uncle Morgan, did you bring your triangle towel? Is it clean?"
"Old Pete, if you're injured, don't grab a handful of dirt and block it up, tie it up with a triangle towel, and come to me quickly!"
"Yes, remember to come to me if you are injured! I'm at the very edge of the priest's camp, on your side!"
"Captain Flynn, can you find someone to accompany me to get the tent? There will be many wounded soldiers by then, so I only brought a small tent, I'm afraid it won't be enough..."
"It's a small thing! I'll ask two people to go with you! - Paul! Quincy! You go with little Gretel!"
The two soldiers took him on a detour and found the quartermaster of Heartland City. Unfortunately, there was no tent big enough in this city, so they had to ask the county town. The quartermaster glanced at the only green leaf on his robe and said, Rolling his eyes:
"Why do you need a big tent? - Big tents are for noble people. Why do you, a little priest, live in such a big place?"
"As long as there are people to live in, that's all." Grete tried his best to keep his smile, just like asking the medical department to give him a green channel when he met a seriously ill patient who couldn't afford the money in his previous life and needed rescue:
"It doesn't matter if it's a little older or dirty, it doesn't matter if it's broken, I'll clean it up myself... please..."
He quickly stuffed a money bag into it. The quartermaster weighed it in his hand and threw it upward. Hearing the tinkling metal sound inside, his expression softened slightly:
"Okay. Come with me!"
So, Grete received an old tent as he wished. It was too dirty to see anyone, and had nothing good about it except that it was big. The grease on the tent had become a paste, and Grete just stretched out his hand, and a layer of black was smeared on his fingers.
Mu. Fortunately, the two soldiers around him strode forward, separated the tent cloth and poles, and carried them steadily on their shoulders.
It's so dirty that it's enough to protect it from wind and rain. If you want to use it to take care of wounded soldiers, you might increase the probability of infection, right?
Gretel had no choice but to smile bitterly, and could only let them carry the tent to the river, roll up his sleeves, and clean it hard. One of the two people following him jumped down to help, and the other saw that the situation was not good and quietly walked away.
Grete groaned, groaned, and after a long time, he only cleaned about one square meter. Most of the tent cloths were still piled dirty on the shore, and it looked like there was still a long way to go before the entire tent could be used...
"Little Grete, we are here to help you!" Someone suddenly shouted from behind. Gretel turned around in surprise:
"Uncle Karen!"
"Little Gretel, you're really here!" The city guard soldier who walked away before was covered in sweat and led Captain Cullen's team from a distance. Captain Cullen was extremely excited when he saw Gretel.
happy:
"I was not here just now. I heard Vali and the others say that if they are injured, they will come directly to you? - Can others also come to you? In the past, those priests only treated knights. People like us can only take care of it ourselves...
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"Come to me!" Grete nodded heavily. "Uncle Karen, I grew up as a city guard. I won't ignore everyone... Others can do it too. As long as I am busy, I will treat you! Uncle Karen
, please spread these words out, quietly, don't make a noise so that the nobles know..."
"Little Gretel, I knew you wouldn't forget us." Captain Cullen patted him on the shoulder fiercely:
"Are you painting the tent? Brothers, don't stand still, go down and help!"
Seven or eight people jumped down. The huge tent spread out in the river, and the clear river water was dyed black in the blink of an eye.
Gretel wanted to refuse. Captain Cullen dragged him away directly:
"Let us do this kind of rough work! Little Grete, you go back - what is your spell caster's name - to meditate! The more capable you are, the more stable our lives will be!"
Gretel struggled, struggled, and failed. Captain Cullen carried him back to his tent. A few dozen steps away, he saw several people milling around the tent. When he saw Gretel, he waved from a distance.
call:
"Little Grete, here we come!"
Gretel Nordmark Field Medical Clinic, everyone is here.