Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 102 Talking about descending

Mu Jing came out of the county office, with a bitter smile on his face, and said: "It turns out that there are not only people cheating their fathers, but also cheating their sons!"

Mu Shan lets himself do things he doesn't want to do.

Isn't this forcing yourself to be a bad person?

But the bad guy can't do it.

These more than 3000 yellow turban soldiers can change Mushan's current predicament. If they can accept the surrender, it will naturally make Mushan stronger. If they can't, some troops will be wasted to take care of it.

There is a huge difference in the strength of the troops here.

But now, only Zhang Ning's identity can persuade them to surrender in a short time.

Mujing headed towards a barracks in the Dongcheng school grounds. This barracks was a battalion for wounded soldiers and a camp for medical care. The beautiful and delicate Saintess of Peace is here, and her peerless hand has saved many people.

"You can't do this!" After Mu Jing walked into the wounded barracks, he heard the sound of wailing everywhere, watched the marching doctors coming in and out, and suddenly saw a marching doctor bandaging the wound, and hurried forward.

"Less master!"

The marching doctor was taken aback for a moment, looked up at the person coming, and quickly saluted.

In the past on Mt. Mushroom, they had Hong Langzhong who was proficient in medical skills. Later, after entering Wuyin, Hong Langzhong invited many colleagues, and the doctor who was proficient in the art of Qi and Huang gradually formed a military medical camp.

They are no strangers to Mujing.

"Your white cloth is covered with blood. Obviously, it has been bandaged before. The bandaged white cloth strips are very unhygienic. There are a lot of bacteria on them that will cause wounds on the soldiers to become inflamed. In some cases, the injuries will increase, and in severe cases, they will undoubtedly die. , if these white cloth strips want to continue to be used, at least they must be washed first, and then disinfected with boiled water before they can continue to be used!"

Mu Jing said in a deep voice.

"Bacteria, why can't I see where it is..." The barracks surnamed Liao, he was a little confused.

"What are bacteria?"

A leisurely voice remembered behind Mu Jing.

Zhang Ning was dressed in Tsing Yi, her hair was tied up in a cloth towel, and she was dressed like a man, but she couldn't hide her beautiful face, and her temperament was even more extraordinary.

"Mr. Zhang!"

As soon as she walked out of the barracks, all the marching soldiers around showed respectful expressions.

These days, Zhang Ning has won the respect of everyone in this military medical camp with her superb medical skills, even Hong Langzhong, the chief general of the military medical camp, is quite respectful to him.

"Mulongtu, what are bacteria?" Zhang Ning looked at Mujing and continued to ask.

The word was very novel, which made her a little confused.

"Bacteria are some viruses, some poisons that our eyes can't see!"

"poison?"

Zhang Ning picked up the white cloth strip. Although there were a few scattered blood spots on the cloth strip, it looked very clean overall. She smelled it and shook her head: "There is no poison on it!"

"This poison is not that poison!"

Mu Jing began to analyze that he didn't understand the medical skills, but some avant-garde medical concepts could be passed on to them: "Actually, there are many invisible viruses in our lives. These invisible germs have always been there. When there is no injury, the resistance is strong, so naturally there is no problem, but after injury, the resistance is weak. If these toxins are not handled carefully, these tiny viruses will invade the human body and cause death. In the past, many of us clearly died on the battlefield. The injury was not very serious, but he died after being bandaged. This is the reason.

Therefore, when we deal with the wounds of soldiers, we must pay attention to these small and invisible viruses. Before using them, we need to sterilize them with high-temperature boiling water so that they can continue to be used. Moreover……"

He continued to talk for about half an hour. It was not some profound medical knowledge, but just popularization of hygiene that everyone in modern society knew, but it was a milestone for medicine in this era.

"Hong Langzhong!" Zhang Ning was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Zhang!" Mr. Hong responded hastily.

"According to what the young master said, all our wounded soldiers must pay attention to hygiene in the future. The medical equipment and some medical cloths used must be washed with boiling water, and the wounded barracks must be cleaned regularly by someone!"

"promise!"

Hong Langzhong nodded after hearing the words.

The wounded battalion was very busy, and there were so many wounded soldiers in this battle, so the marching soldiers didn't have much time to listen to Mu Jing's long speech, and they continued to treat the wounded soldiers.

"Where did the Qihuang knowledge you mentioned come from?" After the crowd dispersed, Zhang Ning looked at Mujing and asked.

"From what I've seen in the book, I've read a lot, and I've dabbled in all aspects, especially the heretical books that I'm partial to. I've seen it in an ancient book before, so I just said it!"

Mu Jing found an excuse.

"Where is that book now?"

"It's gone!" Mu Jing said without changing his face and heartbeat, "When we quarreled and exterminated the clan in Wancheng, many noble clans were slaughtered under our yellow scarf sword, and a lot of their property was confiscated, some of which were quite a lot. books, but after leaving Wancheng, these books have disappeared!"

"Pity!"

Zhang Ning heaved a long sigh, she herself is a master of Qihuang, she has extraordinary attainments in Qihuang technique, and she is quite fond of some unorthodox medical classics.

"I'm here to find you something!"

Mujing was afraid that she would continue to ask, so he changed the subject by himself.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Ning stared at the pastoral scene with vivid eyes.

"Take a step to speak!"

Mu Jing pulled Zhang Ning and walked to an empty barracks in the wounded barracks, and then told Zhang Ning what Mu Shan had said to him: "The situation is like this. The Yellow Turban captives are very important to us, but after all, the two sides are fighting, killing and committing crimes, and there is a lot of hatred between the two sides. It is difficult to persuade them for a while. Father means that he hopes you can come forward in person. You are the Yellow Turban now. Your appearance will make them lower their vigilance, but he is also afraid that someone will say that he uses your identity, so let me convince you!"

For some things, it would be more guilty to hide them, and it might be better to talk about them openly.

"The loyalty of the Marshal, I know in my heart!"

Zhang Ning said calmly: "Since I, Zhang Ning, have chosen the battlefield, I naturally have to work hard to reduce the number of murders. If I can surrender them, maybe everyone will be happy!"

She insisted on appearing on the Runan battlefield, and she had already decided to use this identity.

So she didn't really mind that.

These days, she can feel Mushan's respect for him. Although sometimes Mushan looks at her obediently, with a kind of scrutiny, but generally speaking, Mushan really puts her identity as the young master of the yellow scarf in the right place. in the heart.

"Don't you think he's mean?"

Mujing asked tentatively.

"The Marshal acted aboveboard, how despicable!" Zhang Ning gave him a sideways glance, revealing a momentary amorous attitude, which made people feel a little intoxicated.

"Depend on!"

Mu Jing felt very unbalanced, his father acted aboveboard, but he was scolded every day as a little fox, little girl, is this differential treatment really good?

But now he still needs to act according to her face, which he endured.

After discussing for a while, the two walked out of the wounded barracks, and walked side by side into a prisoner camp not far away. Li Yan was in charge of guarding the prisoner camp. Li Yan led more than a thousand Wuyin soldiers and surrounded them The wooden fence was erected, and the prisoners were separated and guarded by several Xiao barracks in the middle.

"My lord!" Li Yan saw Mu Jing and Zhang Ning walking in, and hurriedly bowed his hands and saluted: "My lord, the county captain has sent someone to tell me, I will try my best to cooperate with you, but I advise you not to have too much Although they surrendered, they are only forced to die, and they are very hostile to us!"

"Don't worry, if I'm not sure, I won't come!"

Mu Jing turned his head and glanced at Zhang Ning, who was so beautiful and handsome beside him, and said secretly in his heart: I have the trump card!
"Master Li, what is the current mood of these prisoners?"

Mu Jing was the first to ask.

"At present, the mood of these captives is relatively stable and they are not making noise. However, their hostility towards us is still very deep. If they get closer, they will cause an atmosphere of confrontation. Although they have dropped their weapons, there are still thousands of them. If they were not separated Take care, I'm getting a little worried!"

Li Yan said with a wry smile.

"How many of them can they talk to?" Mu Jing asked again.

"I see there are about four or five of them, and they are all Yellow Turban generals who command about a thousand people!"

"Bring them all out, I want to see them!"

"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)