Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 330 Condolences

"You guys, give me a good recovery, I won't come here, and I won't be a medical soldier to please you, don't expect me to wrap your wounds or something, sucking pus and blood. I can’t even do it, but I hired the best doctor and the best medicine. Do you bastards want to eat dragon meat? Other food, chicken, duck and fish, as long as you can eat, I will give you enough to eat every day So if they can't take care of themselves, do they look like they're recovering from running around like this? If they can't take care of each of them, I won't be polite...you hear me?"

The seriously wounded ones were placed in the backyard, which was much quieter. The lightly wounded ones either had their legs injured, were cut open with a knife, or were shot in the arms and other insignificant places.

The wounds were cleaned, medicines were packed, and Chinese medicine also provided measures to prevent tetanus. After everything was done, many patients with minor injuries could not stay in the room, and ran back and forth in the yard with their arms full.

At this time, Zhang Shouren was not polite, he stood on the steps and cursed all over his face. [

Being scolded by him like this, the wounded soldiers all smiled, not as if they were being scolded, but as if each of them picked up a few slings of money on the ground.

A veteran said softly to his companion: "We are all fucking bitches. Being scolded by adults like this makes me feel unspeakably comfortable. Don't you think this is bitch?"

"It's cheap, but I feel comfortable when the adults are so affectionate."

"My lord didn't treat us as outsiders, but just like my brother and uncle."

"Me too."

These soldiers are no longer the rough men they used to be. They have been in the military camp for one year or more than half a year. It is a tradition of Fushan to study and practice calligraphy.

Such an ingenious lecture opened the eyes of many people.

Zhang Shouren ignored him, joked with this soldier, and patted another on the shoulder. He didn't make any disgusting caring appearance on purpose, but just walking around among these wounded soldiers had all kinds of effects.

"My lord, can we get medals?"

"Yes. Everyone has a heroic medal, as long as they are injured, one for each. There are others who perform well on the battlefield, but this is your team officer's business, and I don't get involved."

"My lord, today I almost won Excellence. At that time, I thought it was worth it."

The Medal of Excellence is currently the highest level of medal in the Fushan Camp. Zhao Qinian has made a lot of contributions, that is, he has won a third-level excellence.

But every soldier, as long as he died in battle on the battlefield, was buried with a medal when the coffin was closed.

This is the embodiment of the honor of the soldiers. In the barracks, when the soldiers joked with each other, they often joked about it.

"Stupid words." Zhang Shouren stopped, facing a group of soldiers who were loyal to him with scorching eyes, thought for a while, and said seriously: "No medal is worth your life. I brought you out to make meritorious service and seek wealth. Your family is the same for you. Therefore, on the battlefield, it is unnecessary to sacrifice your life until the necessary time. I am your general, and I will never waste your life. You must think so too It is."

"Yes, my lord, I know I was wrong."

"My lord, we understand."

A group of soldiers nodded one after another, then each gave a military salute, and then dispersed.