Anti Qing

Chapter 22 Integration
After the rainy night, everything is silent and the air is exceptionally fresh.

A heavy rain washed away the gloomy atmosphere that had accumulated for many days in the Dashun Army, and even the moonlight after the rain seemed gentler than before.

The soldiers of the front battalion were in groups of threes and twos in the camp, and what they were discussing was no longer the beheading of the false king Geng Zhongming, but they were all paying attention to a new department head by coincidence.

The Ministry is always a very low official rank in the Dashun Army. After the defeat of Shanhaiguan, the capital of the main force has been severely damaged, and the capital of each battalion headquarters is not much.

Liu Zongmin's Department with the largest number of people in the Chinese Army generally has more than 100 bosses under his command, and a little more can have more than 200 bosses.

Li Zijing's front battalion suffered heavy losses after the battle of Wangdu, and the company general Gu Kecheng died in battle.

General Guo Yi is the right and left hand of the general. Zuo Guangxian and Tian Hu, the two former generals of Guo Yi, are also separated now, and life and death are unpredictable.

The head of a mere department has 250 and six bosses under his jurisdiction, which is considered to be the head of the department with the most bosses in the Dashun Army.

Li Zijing understood that this was Li Zicheng's trick for his brother's sake.

But the subordinates are disobedient, so what's the use of asking for more, it's better to control the more than 100 people who came here tonight, and talk about others.

In this era, the most indispensable thing is recruits.

After counting the 180 and three veterans present, Li Zijing disbanded the queue and returned to his solo tent to change his armor.

This tent is really a bit crude, with an area of ​​less than [-] square meters by visual inspection.

Although it is a single person, except for a curtain, there is only a simple straw mat in the tent, and there is nothing like a window around it, so it is terribly stuffy.

Li Zijing rolled up the curtain and began to change his armor.

After the fierce battle last night, the arrow jacket and padded armor that Li Zijing wore at the beginning were all in tatters, and the shawl on his left shoulder was even cut with a tear.

This set of armor is in dire condition, even if it is not soaked by rain, it is useless.

Li Zijing took off his cotton armor, and there was a shocking tear on his left arm in the red jacket that was lined with it.

Since there was no time to treat the wound on the battlefield, the flesh and blood near his left arm had already stuck together with the cotton wadding of his jacket.

The wound was narrow and long, and it was hot and painful, but the incision was not deep, it only scratched the flesh, far from being so deep that the bones could be seen.

Li Zijing gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, and slowly took off the left arm of the battle jacket, hot sweat gradually emerged on his forehead, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, only feeling a burst of cold air rushing towards his face.

If he hadn't been wearing armor, the injury to his left arm would have been much more serious than it is now. Perhaps his entire arm would have been destroyed in the battle last night.

This made Li Zijing realize the importance of armor on the battlefield.

At this time, two old soldiers from the left battalion, dressed in white arrow jackets and holding waist knives, came to the tent.

Li Zijing looked up and saw that one of them was holding a copper plate in his hand, and the other was holding a brand new suit of armor.

In the copper tray was a small brown bottle, and a small piece of muslin cloth.

This kind of cloth is usually found by the Dashun Army in the local Huimin Pharmacy. The texture is denser than that of the market cloth, and it has an excellent effect on healing.

After putting away the things, an old man said very respectfully.

"Little King Chuang, this is the armor sent by General Zhi."

"In the copper plate are medicine for gold sores and fine cloth for bandaging. Wait a moment, King Chuang, General Zhi has already found the doctor."

Li Zijing put the Yanling Saber by his feet, waved his hand and said.

"No need, there are not many doctors in the army, my injury is not serious, let the doctor go to treat other brothers' injuries."

The two old soldiers looked at each other, and they both saw a little surprise in each other's eyes.

After hesitating for a while and asking again and again, the two nodded and left.

Li Zijing poured a little of the golden sore medicine into his hand, then took a deep breath, and with a slump in his heart, applied the white medicine powder on his left arm.

In an instant, a piercing pain hit.

This momentary heart-piercing pain was even worse than the pain caused by the Qing army's knife on the left arm.

Li Zijing gritted his teeth and poured out some medicinal powder, and gently applied it on the wound.

Severe pain followed, and even the blood seemed to gush out.

Li Zijing clenched his fist tightly until the severe pain eased into numbness, then tremblingly let go of his hand.

After experiencing this kind of pain, the pain from wrapping the muslin cloth around the wound on his left arm only made Li Zijing's eyes narrow slightly, and then there was no fluctuation.

After the wound was bandaged, Li Zijing recalled last night and felt that he was very lucky compared to those soldiers whose hands and feet were cut off and disabled.

Turning his gaze to the new armor set on the straw mat, Li Zijing frowned slightly.

This set of cotton armor was sent by Liu Fangliang. It looked the same as the one he wore last night, but Li Zijing felt a lot heavier when he held it in his hand.

Cotton armor is the type with the highest assembly rate of the Ming army in the north. It is designed to open in front and is very convenient to wear.

Most of the armor captured by the Dashun Army was this kind of armor, and its protective power was no lower than that of the cloth face armor, mainly because it could keep out the cold during the increasingly cloudy and cold Little Ice Age.

The cotton armor worn by the general school looks the same as ordinary soldiers, but there are metal iron pieces sewn on the inner side of the armor, and there are also copper nails on the outside to fix the iron pieces, which has higher protection.

This heavy rain had completely soaked Li Zijing's body.

The weather in Dongyue is still a bit cold at night, so it is necessary to change the armor as soon as possible to avoid catching the wind and cold.

In this era, there are no quick-acting cold medicines, and it is really uncomfortable to have a cold.

Li Zijing spent some time getting his armor on neatly. Hearing the commotion from the camp, he got out of the tent.

It's freezing cold, and people's hearts are like fire.

Many Dashun soldiers in the front battalion were holding bowls around several cauldrons, staring straight at the pots, swallowing saliva constantly.

Li Zijing took a closer look and found that these pots were really big, they couldn't even be described as big pots, they had to be called "giant" pots.

These huge pots were pushed from the Chinese Army, and some Dashun soldiers in blue arrow jackets were stirring vigorously with wooden sticks.

The vegetable porridge in the pot is mixed with various wild vegetables and white rice and boiled together, bubbling and bubbling, exuding an attractive aroma.

This kind of huge pot can be used to cook porridge for hundreds of people at a time, which is really not comparable to delicious food, but more and more Dashun soldiers gathered around, obviously they don't care about the taste of porridge.

In this troubled world, eating pancakes every day is already a life that many people can't imagine. Now that there is vegetable porridge to drink, who would dare to ask for anything else.

"The boss is here!"

There was an exclamation from the crowd, and all the Dashun soldiers in the front battalion turned around one after another.

Li Zijing stepped forward and saw that there was still a lot of rice in the pot, so he picked up a spoonful and smelled it, but found that the porridge had no taste at all.

"Little King Chuang tastes it first if he wants to drink it!"

The Dashun soldier who cooked the porridge came from the Chinese Army and was also a veteran. He had met Li Zijing a few times and knew his identity.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the former battalion soldiers who had been waiting by the pot for a long time were also attracted.

Li Zijing put down the spoon, turned around and greeted everyone.

"The porridge is for your Majesty to reward everyone for their bravery in battle. I, Li Zijing, have nothing special. How can I enjoy it first?"

"Come, come, let's eat porridge together!"

(End of this chapter)