Mount and Blade

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In a short while, all the injured were gathered together and a simple windproof tent was set up. It was good to have a place to block the cold wind before the villagers arrived.

Green came to Ai Bo and squatted down to treat the wound. Through the communication in the morning, it was no secret that Green knew some surgery for external injuries, but Cheko was still a little shocked. After all, the most common method in their village was just bandaging to stop bleeding. I didn’t know that there was such a treatment method besides using those rare and precious medicines.

Usually for them, their intestines have flowed out and there is not much to live.

"Help me prepare some wine and some clean cloth strips." Green said while taking out the needle and thread for sewing clothes from his private space. Fortunately, he went to the tailor shop to buy needles and thread last time to mend clothes.

"...Okay, it's all here." Cheko asked his men to collect some. These Vanskerry people are addicted to alcohol, so it's not surprising to find some strong and good wine.

Green washed his hands with the strong liquor, disinfected the needle and thread, and soaked the cloth with liquor.

"It may hurt a little, bear with it."

Green twisted the cloth with liquor a little, and Aibo nodded. To be honest, he didn't think he could live for long because he had already bled a lot, but for the possible hope, he let Green do it.

"Hiss..."

Green applied the cloth soaked in liquor to disinfect the wound, which made Aibo, a strong man, grimace in pain.

He waited for two or three minutes before removing the cloth, and stuffed his intestines back with his hands. Fortunately, there was no rupture in the intestines, so he just stuffed them back, and then started sewing to sew the wound.

Aibo was so sweaty from the sewing, and in the backward era without anesthesia, more than 30 stitches were sewn.

After doing all this, Aibo had fainted from weakness. After wiping Aibo's sweat and covering him with a quilt, Green went to deal with the next wounded with more serious external injuries.

Fresh blood continued to pour out. There were no sufficient equipment, no vascular clamps, no clean scissors. All the wounds were simply treated with bare hands and sterile knives and teeth that were not sharp enough but roasted by fire.

Suture, suture, and suture again, just to save everyone's life as much as possible. Although they could not share the powerful repair ability because they were not in their own team, this was enough to keep many people alive.

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After an unknown amount of time, the old bones in the village and some strong peasant women came over with messy footsteps. Their faces were full of worries. When they saw the scene in front of them, they couldn't help crying. The bodies hadn't been sorted out in time. Their relatives were lying on the ground. They cried bitterly and looked for their loved ones in the pile of bodies.

Many people saw the bodies of their relatives before they had time to walk to the tent, and they cried bitterly.

"Hasana..." "Rude..." "Bundy..."

The women and the elderly were calling the names of their loved ones.

"I'm here..."

"Dai Lin!!!!!!!"

Some of the soldiers were lying on the ground covered with cloth and responded weakly, while others were intact and ran to their lovers and hugged them deeply. The man was covered in blood but hugged the woman who was a head shorter than him affectionately. He gently pressed the woman's head on his shoulder with his palm, and the other hand wanted to rub the woman into his bones. He felt not only the woman's hair in his palm, but also the beauty of rebirth. He was glad that he could hug his lover like this again.

The woman had already burst into tears. She didn't care that the man in front of her was stained with blood. She hugged his strong body, and it was still as reassuring and reliable as usual. In such a tragic battle, as long as he was still alive, it was the greatest luxury.

Because there were still very few people like them, many people came to the wounded one after another. They were all their family members.

And those who didn't get a response could only look for the bodies of their relatives and loved ones in despair.

The atmosphere of sadness and grief, the joy of people who are reborn, and the differences between people's joys and sorrows are so different, filling the entire battlefield after the disaster.

And Green also treated the wound of the last soldier whose life he could save.

Green stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He only saved five people. He could feel the passing of life every minute and every second. He only hated that God did not give him the opportunity to complete the medical examination. Green, who had not yet graduated, felt that he knew too little medical technology.

Cheko came over and patted Green on the shoulder.

"It's already very good. Let the people in their village take them away. The stretcher is ready."

"Yeah."

Green responded with some heaviness, because many people only received simple treatment, and many wives of wounded soldiers also watched Green's suture operation. Green decided to remind them that the needle distance and suture level that need to be paid attention to when suturing must be a series of knowledge that is equal, as well as when to remove the stitches, and the foods that are suitable and taboo, etc.

The peasant women in Kerila were all very grateful to Green, because in those days, knowledge was priceless, and those doctors with special skills were reluctant to reveal their methods of curing diseases and saving lives. So even though the man in front of them was still a child, he was as tall as a great man in the hearts of these peasant women.

In their hearts, this child must be born extraordinary and will become an extremely great person in the future.

"Thank you, Green, may the goddess of justice Astalia protect you."

"May the goddess be with us." Listening to the wishes of the peasant women, Green nodded.

Watching the villagers of Klira take the wounded away, the warriors of Klira exchanged greetings with their families and followed Green and his party to take the villagers to Barkley City again, which is also the largest trading center in Barkley - Tulai Port.

The team has expanded to more than 60 people again, and the sun in the sky is about to reach dusk. It is a heavy day, and everyone is carrying a heavy burden in their hearts.

But it is obvious that today is not a day that can be easily fooled. The sound of horse hooves stepping on the snow is coming from far away. It is a galloping scout. It is rare to run at such a speed on a snowy day.

"Urgent report! Request the militia captain Chico from Balan to lead his troops to speed up and cooperate with the village of Lelasel to resist the Vanskerry bandits! Go!!!"

After the scout released the message, he immediately rode his horse to the battlefield. It can be seen that the situation is critical. The scout from Lelasel looked very pale, because he had just gone to find the militia of Krira. The 90-man army met the 40-man Vanskerry, which was almost annihilated. When he learned from the villagers that the captain of Balan's militia was heading towards Tulai Port with the remaining men of Krira, he quickly chased them and urged them to support them quickly, but they only had about 60 people.

You have to know that the Vanskerry people they encountered in their village were as many as 60 or 70 people. Even if they all went up, there would be less than 160 people. This will be a very uneven battle! !