The First Young Master of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 862 Entering Liaodong City

The sudden heart-piercing pain almost made Xuan Shijing pass without taking a breath.

There are still two next time.

The arrow was pulled out, Xuan Shijing was already sweating profusely while lying on the couch, the obvious ups and downs in his chest indicated that Xuan Shijing was still alive and survived this test.

Then, the imperial doctor cut Xuan Shijing's clothes with scissors, took off his shirt, and began to apply the golden sore medicine externally, while the other imperial doctor went to cook soup and medicine.

When the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the earth, there were only bright red and corpses everywhere outside Liaodong City, telling how fierce battles had taken place here during the day.

At this time, His Majesty Li Er had already entered the city lord's mansion of Liaodong City, the army was stationed in Liaodong City, and the rear army began to prepare to return and pack up and move into Liaodong City.

In the city, there are still [-] to [-] Goguryeo prisoners of war, guarded by [-] Xuanjia troops.

"Auxiliary machine." His Majesty Li Er looked down at the eldest grandson Wuji.

"The minister is here."

"All the civil affairs in the city will be handled by you. Anyone who rebels or riots or instigates them with words will be killed without mercy."

"Yes." Changsun Wuji replied.

"There are still [-] to [-] Goguryeo prisoners of war in the city. The number of these prisoners is quite large, which is a big problem. Do you have a good plan?" His Majesty Li Er glanced at everyone.

"Your Majesty, after this battle, the city of Liaodong is already in dilapidated condition. I think that the [-] to [-] prisoners of war are still idle, and they spend a lot of military food every day. It is better to let them do hard labor and repair the houses, roads and buildings in the city of Liaodong. The city wall." Yu Chigong stood up and said.

"Old Hei is right, Your Majesty, there are still many corpses outside Liaodong City, let them clean them up." Cheng Yaojin echoed.

"Until there is no other way to deal with it, it can only be like this for the time being." His Majesty Li Er nodded: "This matter, Jingde, you can arrange it."

"Yes." Yu Chigong answered with cupped hands.

After a battle, the Pioneer Battalion also lost manpower. After the battle, Shi Hu and Xue Rengui counted the number of people in the Pioneer Battalion.

210 five people, even when the city gate was broken, engaged in tug-of-war with the Goguryeo army outside the city, and fought with Goguryeo soldiers inside the city, and the Pioneer Battalion also experienced serious attrition.

The living people gathered together at the gate of the city, and Shi Hu exuded a sense of depression. Although he knew the cruelty of the war, he never thought that the Vanguard Battalion had such a serious reduction in personnel under his command. How could he be worthy of Lord Hou? entrusted.

Although Xue Rengui just arrived at the Pioneer Battalion these days, he trained with the soldiers of the Pioneer Battalion in a few days, and his relationship with each other quickly warmed up. He recognized all 300 people, and the familiar faces disappeared before his eyes. The feeling in my heart is really uncomfortable, but the facts are like this, the victory in the war, the price paid is like this, both he and Shi Hu, they realized this very clearly when they were in Longxi.

Xue Rengui walked up to Shi Hu and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Shi, let's find the body of the brother who died in battle first."

At this time, Xue Rengui's performance was far stronger than Shi Hu's.

Shi Hu nodded, and then took the living and uninjured soldiers of the Vanguard Battalion to search for the remains of the soldiers of the Vanguard Battalion in the city and outside the city gate.

The camp ten miles away also began to pull out the camp under the action of the rear army, and the two seriously injured patients, Xuan Shijing and Chang Le, now also need to be transferred to Liaodong City. The environment in Liaodong City is at least much better than that in this army camp.

Xuan Shijing and Chang Le were arranged to enter the west wing of the City Lord's Mansion, which was a very high level of treatment. The east wing was occupied by important ministers around His Majesty Li Er, and the bedroom and study of the City Lord's Mansion were naturally tidied up. After coming out, he returned to His Majesty Li Er.

After dinner in the evening, His Majesty Li Er, accompanied by De Yi, went to the West Wing to check on Xuan Shijing's injury.

When the three imperial physicians learned that His Majesty was coming in person, they worked diligently to watch over the West Wing, not daring to leave even half a step.

"How is Jing'er's injury? But she hasn't woken up yet?" Standing in front of the bed, His Majesty Li Er looked at the three imperial doctors who were bowing beside him.

The three imperial doctors glanced at each other, and the imperial doctor who was treating Xuan Shijing stood up and said with cupped hands: "Your Majesty, the arrow on Lord Hou's body has been pulled out, but there is a lot of blood loss. I have already prescribed a prescription for it." Master Hou has recuperated, and the wound has been treated with medicine, if there is no accident, Master Hou will be able to wake up early tomorrow morning."

His Majesty Li Er nodded. His Majesty Li Er was also injured by an arrow in the early years, and he still had some experience with such injuries.

"You must take good care of Lord Hou, by the way, and the guard beside him." His Majesty Li Er looked at the imperial doctor and said, "Don't let Lord Hou make any mistakes, understand?"

"Yes." The three imperial doctors clapped their hands in fear.

Xuan Shijing's injury was diagnosed and treated by the imperial doctor, while the injured soldiers in the vanguard battalion were treated by Ye Qing and two people.

After such a long time, now Ye Qing is skilled at stitching wounds of wounded soldiers, dealing with bruises and fractures.

Ye Qing dared to say that the soldiers of the Pioneer Battalion were the toughest soldiers he had ever seen. When the slap-length wound was stitched up, they were sweating profusely, gritted their teeth, and kept silent.

"Call out when it hurts, and no one will laugh at you." Ye Qing said to the wounded lying on the ground, while speeding up his movements.

"Hum..." The soldier lying on the ground grunted, clenched his molars, his face was already as pale as paper: "If you have the time to shout, why don't you save your energy."

Ye Qing, who is a sensible person, smiled.

After suturing the wound, Ye Qing looked at the soldier's face: "Next, I need to pour some wine on your wound. If you can't help it, just call out."

The soldier didn't respond to Ye Qing, the pain from the needle and thread passing through the wound has been endured, is it still short of the last shiver?
Ye Qing didn't pay attention to the reaction of the chief soldier, took a small jar of wine from the assistant behind him, unsealed it, and slowly sprinkled it on the wound.

"Ow~~~~~~"

After all, the pain from the wine stimulating the wound could not be held back, the heroism was inferior to the shivering, the pain was more sour than being cut by a knife.

And it is continuously sour.

In the early morning of the next day, as the imperial doctor said, Xuan Shijing woke up slowly.

"Lord Hou." The imperial doctor was standing beside Xuan Shijing's bed, feeling Xuan Shijing's pulse: "How do you feel?"

The three imperial doctors took turns guarding Xuan Shijing's room all night. His Majesty gave orders. How dare they neglect them. Only when the night passed safely could they rest assured.

(End of this chapter)