Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

"It's ready-made, I'll just do it."

Sun Liangdong grinned, and without a word, he carried the big flag on his shoulders, but when he continued to move forward, he still looked back at the two medical soldiers, even though he was the team officer and the general manager of Baihuqian , he still shouted to the two medical soldiers: "Thanks, brother, help me cure him."

"My lord, you don't have to thank us... It's not our responsibility to save him. There will be medical officers to take care of him, but in our opinion, his injuries are not serious, and the distance is far away. Although the wound was critical, it didn't hit very deep... Captain, don't worry, he will be well taken care of!"

"I'm very relieved."

On Fushan's side, there is no way to go any further in healing the wounded.At least, this is the best that can be done at this stage before the advancement of medical equipment and doctors' medical skills. [

Every platoon has medical soldiers, and every post and team has its own medical officers. At the battalion headquarters, there is a small field hospital composed of the best surgeons and medical soldiers. Some malignant patients must be treated in time. Injuries such as severed limbs and vital injuries can be treated immediately on the battlefield. Now surgery can amputate limbs and debride wounds, and the damage to vital organs can be minimized as much as possible. The life of every soldier is incomparable. Zhang Shouren is taking the route of elite soldiers, veterans are an incomparably precious asset to him, nothing is more important than the lives of soldiers, so on the battlefield, he spends as much money as possible to snatch every soldier's life. Life, even if the opponent is the god of death.

For Zhang Shouren, it may be based on pragmatism, but the effect of the fact is that the soldiers are extremely at ease.

As long as they are not killed on the spot, no matter how seriously injured they are, they will most likely be treated and returned, and even if they are disabled, adults will support them for the rest of their lives.

It has been so long, and some of the members of Zhang Shouren's pro-ding team had recovered from serious injuries but could not serve as soldiers. They were still raised by Zhang Shouren, and they were given money and food on a monthly basis. Those with minor injuries were arranged in the land defense battalion or coastal defense battalion Those who work as small officers and foremen in various places are really unable to do things and don’t force themselves. They receive slips from the battalion office on a monthly basis, and then go to the warehouse to receive money and food. They are paid every month. They have never been in arrears A small penny.

The wounded have medical treatment, the disabled are supported by adults, and as for the dead... there are generous pensions for the dead, so much that you can't believe it and imagine it.

Someone once joked that if you owe a huge amount of money, you might as well serve as a soldier in Fushan, and then deliberately rush to the forefront during the battle. As long as you really die in the battle, then you really don’t have to worry about the affairs of the deceased. The Fushan camp will take care of the dead in an orderly manner, and will never make the dead feel uneasy underground.

To achieve such a level of logistics, the loyalty and courage of the soldiers and the determination to die are needless to say, at least at this moment, no one disappointed Zhang Shouren.

After the Qing army fired gunners one after another, Sun Liangdong strode forward while raising the flag, while silently calculating the distance. At about eighty steps, when the Qing army was still nervously reloading, he stopped.

This tall Fushan man opened his eyes to look around, and his eager faces were also looking back at him.In the eyes, there is a plea.