"Jing Yun, can you really do it with needles and threads to suture the wound?" Li Cungong looked surprised. He had never seen anyone treating him like this.

"This is the best way to improve the survival rate of the warrior. As long as there is no damage to important organs, or heavy bleeding or severe infection, you will definitely survive."

Qin Mo took a deep breath. Perhaps these injuries are not too serious for modern times, but they are doing it hard, which is too fatal.

How many can I save? How many.

He did everything he could.

Those soldiers who were too seriously injured could only die in the wailing sounds, and those who died suddenly due to aggravation of altitude are exhausted.

After the battle, more than 600 people were injured, more than 200 people died on the spot, and dozens of people died due to high altitude.

Too cruel.

"Marson, we should set up a military doctor with the team!" There is no military doctor for the big fight, and they have no such concept at all.

Qin Mo knew very well that in the era of cold weapons, there were so many dead people fighting, largely because they did not receive timely treatment.

Li Cungong took a deep breath, "Everyone, enter the tent, the situation of the battle has changed, and re-discuss the combat plan!"

This is the real battlefield and will never walk towards what you imagined.

Everyone came to the head coach's tent, and Li Cungong said: "Jing Yun, tell me what you think!"

"There are military doctors in the army, but the number is only more than twenty people, which I didn't expect, so I finally proposed to draw 500 people to establish a military medical battalion.

They do not participate in the battle, they are only responsible for rescuing the injured patients and rescuing the lives of injured soldiers to the greatest extent!

I think Suijun brings medicinal materials, and these medicinal materials are not enough, so we should buy more... "

"I don't agree!" At this time, Gongsun Wuji said: "Our total military strength is not enough. It is not in line with the rules to draw 500 elite troops to build a military medical battalion.

Any army should be enthroned by the court!

However, if you buy medicinal materials, I agree and I will send someone to buy them tomorrow."

Gongsun Wuji specializes in the money bags, and he nods the military pay, food, medicinal materials, and even the military armor dispatch of the team.

"The establishment of a military medical battalion can increase the survival rate of soldiers. If a war occurs, we can save dozens or even hundreds of people. These surviving soldiers will be the elite among the elite!"

In the army, scars are medals. If you can survive in a few wars, it is real hob meat.

The elite among the elite.

"Isn't this more meaningful than recruiting new recruits?" Qin Mo looked at Gongsun Wuji, "If the military medical battalions were installed in the battle sequence in the future, and the soldiers knew that they could be rescued even if they were injured, would they still be afraid of death?

Because they know that behind them there is a group of people who can save them, the impact on morale is immeasurable.

Drawing five hundred people can bring in elite troops and unyielding morale. A three-year-old child knows how to do this business. Will the general of the State Supplementary State know how to do it, right?"

"Jingyun, you must also understand my difficulties..."

"I am away from home and my life is not acceptable. I think this military medical battalion is very necessary. On the one hand, it can save soldiers and on the other hand, it can stabilize people's hearts.

Morale is invisible or touched, but it is the magic weapon that determines winning or losing." Li Cungong said.

Gongsun Wuji looked at Li Cungong, "Marson, you have to think about it!"

"In this way, raise your hand if you agree, and the minority obeys the majority!" Li Cungong said with a smile.

In an instant, most people in the military tent raised their hands.

"This is a good thing. Who dares to pat your chest and say that you will not be injured? With military medical insurance, you can survive!"

"It's just five hundred people, it's really not possible. I'll draw 500 people from the civilians!"

Those who raise their hands to agree with each other, saying one by one, no one is a fool.

Li Cungong smiled and said, "Okay, that handsome man will write a memorial tonight. In today's defensive battle, all the generals will have their contributions. I will nod my head tomorrow and count them all for you!"

Everyone was overjoyed.

"Marty Marshal!"

Gongsun Wuji secretly hated him, but he would not do anything that was angered by the public.

He glanced at Qin Mo deeply and then diverted his gaze.

......

At this moment, a golden light cut through the night and separated the heaven and earth in half.

In the thick fog, everyone ran wildly all night, and the horses were so tired that they staggered.

Recalling the war last night, everyone was still scared!

They attacked Xining City at night and caught the other party off guard. Half of the city gates were knocked down, which was obviously a very successful battle.

But he was forced to retreat by the opponent.

Everyone returned to the pass.

They were covered in dust and had no momentum.

Someone even prayed there: "Great God of Nature, aren't you protecting your people?"

It was obviously a massacre battle, but they fought it into a desperate battle of escape.

Qinling Zanzhuo returned to his military tent and drank a big mouthful of water. His eyes were filled with anger, "Go and chop me up the scout who informed me, throw it into the grassland, and let the hyena share the food!"

His night attack plan was not wrong. If it weren't for being entangled by the gullies and those difficult iron nets, Xining City would have been broken long ago.

At this time, he might have pursued Li Cungong's remnants of troops long ago!

It was because of the scout's mistake in spying on intelligence that he fell into trouble.

"Maben, the casualties are counted!" At this time, a Daiben walked in, looked at Qinling Zanzhuo with a gloomy eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "There are 3,270 people who have not returned, 2,600 people injured, and more than 4,000 war horses..."

"so much?"

Qinling Zanzhuo's teeth choked, even if he annexed Tuyuhun, he would not have suffered so many warriors.

One-tenth of the loss actually stems from a night raid?

And it was in the case of sneak attacks.

This battle directly defeated Qinling Zanzhuo's pride.

"How many osmanthus is lost?" Qinling Zanzhuo asked.

Nadaiben stuttered: "More than 900 people!"

Tubo is slavery and nomadic system, and Gui is the army served by the nobles.

There is also "Yong", which is the military service provided by slaves (that is, the nobles serve as cavalry, and the slaves serve as cannon fodder).

No matter how many slaves died, Qinling Zanzhuo didn't care.

Gui is the top priority.

He rubbed his head, and he had to think about how to write a memorial to Zanpu.

The cannon and grenade were simply terrible. He had to find a way to force the Qian army to not dare to attack.

Drag it until they can't stand it.

Also, the battle situation may start with the mysterious person who delivered a letter to him!

Thinking of this, Qin Lingzanzhuo had a solution to deal with it, so he quickly summoned the other Daiben to discuss it.

For three consecutive days, defenses were strengthened outside Xining City, and the door that had been knocked down halfway was replaced with a new one.

On this day, the soldiers with serious high rebellion adapted to the environment here, and the horn of the counterattack was about to sound!
Chapter completed!