I open a history tutorial class in Daming

Chapter 105: Chaos at the Sword Drawing Scene

When Zhu Yuanzhang and Jiang Lin hurriedly rushed to the scene, there were already screams everywhere.

When he took a closer look, he realized that the situation had become a complete mess.

Many of the soldiers were in a panic and were shouting something. Upon closer listening, it seemed that they were shouting words like "Draw your swords, draw your swords" and "I dare not let you come".

In the middle of the crowd, a young man in a blue and white gown was squatting on the ground, holding one thigh tightly with one hand, and shouting something at others.

It’s Song Shen!

Next to Song Shen was Zhang Wei, and a boy of about seventeen or eighteen who was obviously drunk. He looked familiar, like Xu Yungong, the eldest son of Xu Da's family, a name given by Zhu Yuanzhang.

These are all acquaintances.

But what exactly were they doing... Zhu Yuanzhang had no idea.

He was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at Jiang Li:
"That's what you said, no surprises?"

Jiang Li: ...

The sweat on Jiang Li's head was almost pouring out like a river.

Why do I always encounter such bad things?
He cupped his hands and whispered:

"Don't worry, I'll go find out what's going on."

"If you don't want to reveal your identity, I will block the young master of the Xu family so that he can't see you."

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand indifferently:

"It's okay, it's okay. Yun Gong is drunk and can't see clearly. Besides, he has been in charge of the Xu family since his father left Yingtian Prefecture. He is a man who can see things clearly. Don't worry about him. Just take care of the things you should be in charge of."

What this means is that you don't have to worry about Xu Yungong, just take care of Song Shen.

Jiang Li confirmed His Majesty's intention, agreed, and immediately turned and left, walking to the side of the injured who were being watched.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

The wounded man on the ground had his thigh pierced by the knife. Whether in normal times or on the battlefield, it is almost always a fatal wound, sometimes even faster than a punctured intestine.

He squatted beside Zhang Wei and asked in a low voice:

"What's going on, a fight?"

Zhang Wei took the time out of his busy schedule to look back at him, and immediately smiled:

"Hey Jiang Er, why are you here? Great, great, it's just right. Ziwei is saving people right now. You can keep an eye on him. It would be great if you can help!"

"It's not a fight. This is outrageous. If you're curious, I'll tell you in detail later. By the way, Uncle Chen Guorui, is he here?"

Jiang Li didn't know which one to answer first, so he had to reply one by one.

"He came and just watched from the side."

"I came here with the master."

"You want to save people, how do you do it, what do you need my help with?"

Zhang Wei pointed out:

"Ziwei has stopped the bleeding for him now. We will need to draw the sword later. Those soldiers know the injured man and are afraid of getting hurt. If you are willing, please help and draw the sword."

If others don’t know, doesn’t he know?

Jiang Lin was a man from the Yiluansi, a place full of guys who would kill without blinking an eye. They were all cruel and ruthless, and even killing people was done with a steady and accurate sword strike, let alone something as simple as drawing a sword.

He was just worried about not being able to find help, and now it's like a pillow is being delivered to him just as he's falling asleep!

“Draw your sword…?”

Jiang Li's eyes widened:

"Aren't you going to wait for the military medical sergeant to come over? Are you just going to draw your sword like this? Without the branding iron? What if the bleeding can't be stopped?"

Zhang Wei waved his hand impatiently:
"Stop talking nonsense. Ziwei said the bleeding would stop, so it won't stop! Are you going to draw your sword or not? If not, move away. I'll find someone else!"

Song Shen was getting annoyed by the nonsense the two of them were talking about.

What a fuss! If this really happened on the battlefield, the quarrel between the two of them would be enough to kill a hundred people!

Just when he was about to kick them away one by one, footsteps were heard not far away.

Zhu Yuanzhang strode forward and said coldly:

"I heard it all. Move aside, I'll draw the sword."

He was not standing far away just now, and Jiang Li and Zhang Wei did not lower their voices when speaking, so he could hear everything going on here clearly.

If Zhu Yuanzhang had not heard Zhang Wei say, "Ziwei said the bleeding would not be unstoppable," he would not have taken any action.

But this time it was Song Shen who said it.

Based on his previous experience in the tutoring class, Zhu Yuanzhang could judge that Song Shen must have extremely advanced experience and knowledge, which was not limited to historical events, but also included various aspects such as astronomy and geography. After comprehensive consideration, since he dared to stand up and say such things now, he must at least have some confidence.

Now Jiang Lin did not dare to take action because he had no idea of ​​Song Shen's ability. He only knew that the emperor, the empress and the prince valued him very much and he was just following orders. Even if he was a member of the Yiluansi, it would be difficult to explain if his hands were involved in deaths that should not have happened. Therefore, it was understandable that Jiang Lin did this.

Since he doesn't dare, then do it yourself.

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded to the dumbfounded Zhang Wei and said:

"Don't you understand? Tell me exactly what to do and I'll do it."

Zhang Wei hesitated for a long time before repeating the method Song Shen had just mentioned.

After listening to this, Zhu Yuanzhang just nodded without any expression, put his hand directly on the hilt of the knife, and said to Song Shen:

"I hold the knife. You count the numbers and I will draw the knife as you say."

Song Shen felt a little more at ease after hearing Chen Guorui's voice.

At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly -

No wonder his business has grown so big. He dares to think and act. He does whatever he wants to do immediately without any ambiguity. If Chen Guorui is not successful, who will be successful?

Although he had a lot to complain about in his heart, he still looked serious.

"Okay. I'll count down to three, and you draw your sword when I count to one."

"Zhang Wei, are the burning knife and clean linen ready?"

Zhang Wei nodded hurriedly:
"It's ready. I just asked someone to boil water at the noodle stall nearby. I boiled it with boiling water. Is that okay?"

Although it's a bit rough and simple...but this is the current condition and I can't ask for too much.

Song Shen nodded and started counting down:

"Three, two, one!"

Swish!
Zhu Yuanzhang's energy sank into his dantian, his lower body was rooted firmly in the ground, and he quickly pulled the long knife out from Zhang Laosan's legs. Although he had not personally charged into battle for more than ten years, the years of fighting on the battlefield seemed to be engraved in his bones. As long as he held the knife, Zhu Yuanzhang would try his best and return to his youth.

"It's out! It's all out! Quick, quick, where's the sackcloth!!!"

Zhang Wei screamed in surprise.

Song Shen roared:

"Send a few more people to hold down Zhang Laosan's limbs. He won't be able to bear the strong liquor later. Then stuff a cloth ball into his mouth!"

The entrance to the three camps, which used to be crowded with people, was now in good order, with everyone watching him give orders without breathing.

Give an order.

Four of the soldiers who were watching stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Laosan's limbs on the ground, while another one stuffed a rag into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue to commit suicide due to the severe pain.

With a clang, Zhu Yuanzhang also dropped the knife he had just used, and wiped his face with some confusion.

The hands were clean and there was no blood.

What happened?
The knife was clearly pulled out from the victim's thigh, so why was there no blood spurting out?

In previous years, when he killed people on the battlefield, whether he cut the neck or stabbed the chest or thigh, his face would be splattered with blood after he drew his sword. But this time, there was no such thing. The blood was dripping down.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes fell on Song Shen's hands.

Previously, I thought that Song Shen pressed his hand tightly on the base of Zhang Laosan's thigh in order to hold down his leg and draw the knife.

But now it seems that this is not the case... Using this method, can the blood be prevented from spurting out?
He suppressed his doubts and did not ask Song Shen under such circumstances.

Someone covered the wound with a piece of steaming linen and held it tightly for a while, until Song Shen commanded them to let go and pour out the burning knife. Then Zhang Wei used a wine jug to pour wine on the huge wound where the bone was visible.

Sure enough, just as Song Shen had said in advance, Zhang Laosan, who had just wailed even when he was injured, seemed to have his legs scalded by boiling water. He screamed like a pig being slaughtered and struggled desperately. If there were not several people controlling his limbs, he would have jumped up and ran back to the barracks.

"If you still want to keep your leg, calm down and don't use too much force!"

Song Shen shouted:

"We are saving you, not killing you!"

Maybe he was tired from struggling, or maybe he was really obedient after hearing Song Shen's words, but Zhang Laosan's face was covered with snot and tears, but he no longer struggled desperately like before, just twitching from time to time.

Song Shen was also very tired.

Which modern person has not been shocked by the use of alcohol to wipe wounds? When he was a child, he fell and broke his leg. He could have used hydrogen peroxide or iodine to disinfect it, but his old man insisted on teaching him a lesson and chose to use alcohol directly on the wound. Song Shen remembered that his young heart suffered a major blow, and he cried so hard that his voice was hoarse for three days.

So he knew very well that judging from the wounds on Zhang Laosan's body, the pain he was suffering now might be no less than if the wound was directly closed by a branding iron.

But there is a big difference.

Not to mention how burns of that degree were taken care of in ancient times, just the various complications such as infections and sepsis that are easily caused by burns are enough to make people very sick, and they might even have to undergo amputation.

Even if Zhang Laosan avoided alcohol now, what about the future? If he chose the soldering iron, in addition to short-term pain, he would probably suffer long-term pain.

Even though he originally wanted to create alcohol just to gain merit and have a way out, now he really wants to save people.

Song Shen wiped the sweat that was about to drip into his mouth and said with all his strength:
"Please change a piece of clean cloth and hold the wound. I'm going to let go and see if the bleeding has really stopped."

Zhang Wei quickly ordered other soldiers to do it.

Soon, the linen cloth that had just been cooked from the noodle stall was in place.

Song Shen confirmed again and again that they were ready to press before he released his hand that was pinching the bleeding point.

After waiting for a while, he asked in a low voice:
"Is there any heavy bleeding?"

Zhang Wei stared at the piece of white linen carefully for a long time, and heaved a sigh of relief:

"no!"

"There's no heavy bleeding, it's stopped!"

A huge weight was lifted from my heart.

Song Shen sat down on the ground without any image, wiping his sweat while saying:

"It's almost done, just stop the bleeding."

"Take off the legs of the bench you brought just now, tie some cloth on it to make a stretcher, and carry him to the military doctor."

"Remember, don't let go of that spot on his leg. Keep pressing it. Let go after a while and check the situation. Don't run too fast and don't cause secondary injuries. Do you understand?"

Zhang Wei hasn't spoken yet.

The soldiers behind him raised their heads and chests and shouted in unison:
"Listen clearly!!!"

The sound was so deafening that it almost made Song Shen and Zhang Wei deaf.

It is easy to imagine that they witnessed and remembered the entire first aid process today. If they encounter similar situations on the battlefield in the future, they will follow Song Shen's instructions. Even if they don't understand the principle, they can save countless brothers who fell on the battlefield.

Anyone who has fought side by side on the battlefield is a brother who is much closer than ordinary relatives. It can even be said that in that scenario, they are closer than real brothers and are able to support each other.

If you learn one more life-saving skill, you can save the life of a brother, and this brother may be able to save your life.

So who wouldn't be excited?
He is not afraid of you stealing his skills at all. He saves people in public, which clearly means he wants you to learn!

There were only three people carrying Zhang Laosan back to the barracks, including the one who was pressing on his wounds, while there were nearly ten times as many soldiers present.

Among them, many people deliberately ran to Song Shen, kowtowed to him solemnly several times, then turned around and ran back to the military camp following the stretcher.

If they didn't want to go to the military medical doctor to see the effectiveness of this treatment method, they might have continued to stay here and try to learn a few more life-saving tricks from Song Shen.

When most of the people had finally left and Song Shen felt the air around him was much fresher, he fumbled and patted Zhang Wei.

"Brother Congming, didn't we use a lot of things from the surrounding vendors just now? The clean linen cloth that we asked the vendors to boil in the noodle pot, and the benches, signs, and shaobings that we took from the shaobing shop."

"Go ask them how much those things cost, and we'll make up for it."

Zhang Wei didn't expect that he was so exhausted, and his first reaction after recovering was this.

After a pause, Zhang Wei waved his hand and said:

"How can I ask you to pay for this? What happened in the military camp should be paid by Yun Gong. At worst, I will pay for it myself. You have worked so hard to save a strange soldier and are so exhausted. How can I ask you to pay for it? I don't have the nerve to do that!"

Oh, yes, and Seo Yoon-gyung!
Song Shen felt like his brain was about to explode, but he could only sigh and ask:
"I forgot to ask how he is doing now. Is he okay? That burning knife must be really strong. If you swallow it on an empty stomach, who knows what might happen."

Zhang Wei pulled Xu Yungong, who was completely sober but dared not say a word, over to the side.

He pushed the young man forward and sneered uncontrollably:
"What else could possibly happen to him? He's fine!"

"When he drew his sword just now, I saw that he had already woken up. This was a soldier he knew, but he didn't even dare to draw his sword. He was hesitant and still said that he was inheriting the mantle of Duke Wei!"

The fact that no one helped him to draw the sword just now had a great impact on his mood. Zhang Wei's resentment was heavier than that of a ghost. Even though the emperor was standing next to him, he couldn't help but say this.

That's right. When the soldiers in the three camps got in trouble, Xu Yungong had obviously sobered up, but he was still hiding at the side and didn't dare to come out to help draw his sword. In the end, it was Your Majesty who took action personally to rescue them. If this were told to General Xu Da, he would want to see in what position Xu Yungong would be hung up and beaten!

(End of this chapter)