Wanli 1592

Chapter 681 The Good Boy
Is it really expensive to treat a wounded soldier with a sword wound?
Not necessarily, absolutely not, it's just that most of the time, the commanders don't have the heart.

"So, those who are commanders and generals should pay more attention to the soldiers under them, and don't let them die in battle so easily. The higher the proportion of veterans in the army who have been killed on the battlefield and have seen blood, the greater the combat effectiveness of the army. The stronger you are, the more confident you will be in the face of the enemy, and the Zhennan Army is the same."

Xiao Ruxun said slowly.

Xu Guangqi thought about it in private, and then said cautiously: "Then the casualty rate of the Zhennan Army under the Governor's command is high?"

Xiao Ruxun pursed her lips.

"Since the formation of the Zhennan Army by His Majesty's order in September of the 22nd year of Wanli, as of yesterday, 360 people died in battle."

"Thirteen hundred...the Governor remembers it really clearly."

Xu Guangqi clicked his tongue and said——

It has been almost four years, and the number of war dead in the Zhennan Army is only 360.

The title of Ming Dynasty's most capable general in training and leading troops is well-deserved.

Xiao Ruxun looked around the wounded barracks, and said sadly: "Actually, how much is a piece of herbal medicine worth? How much is a bandage worth? Although there are few military doctors, most of the wounds suffered by soldiers only need to remove the blood stains." After applying herbs and bandages, he can recover after resting for a while, and he is a lively hero again.

Why do military doctors do this kind of thing?Hundreds of auxiliary soldiers are drawn from each battle to learn these skills from military medicine, and more than [-]% of the wounded soldiers can be rescued. These wounded soldiers have seen blood on the battlefield. They are more experienced, they don't need to be trained or adjusted, they dare to fight and kill when they get started.

But the army doesn’t do this. When they see wounded soldiers, they are a burden, so they just throw them away. They just watch a wounded soldier with one wound and two wounds die, but he doesn’t want to get a herbal medicine to heal his wounds. He recruits new soldiers when he dies. How can the experience of veterans be comparable to that of recruits?
In the civil fort change, the elite soldiers gained during the Yongle and Xuande years were all lost, but how many actually died in battle?How many died of illness because the wounds could not be treated in time?

If those soldiers and horses can be cured, all the elite soldiers and horses left by Taizong will not be lost, and the combat power of the Ming army will not plummet to the point it is now!Officials withhold military pay, officers abuse soldiers, and enslave soldiers like pigs and dogs, and the people also despise soldiers! "

Xiao Ruxun sighed heavily.

"A good iron doesn't make nails, and a good man doesn't serve as a soldier! Zixian, do you know how sad and angry I was when I heard this sentence? Killing the enemy to serve the country and shedding blood is not as good as being named on the gold list? Why? Only those who are named on the gold list are good men, and those who serve as soldiers and kill enemies to serve the country are not good men?"

"This……"

Xu Guangqi didn't know what to say.

"Soldiers who kill the enemy and serve the country are also good men! A good man should be a soldier! If there were no good men who are regarded as pigs and dogs, how would Datong exist? Where would Shanxi exist? Where would our Great Ming Nine Sides exist?

On the one hand, they rely on others, on the other hand they bully and insult them, they don’t have enough to eat or wear warm clothes, they are too cold to hold weapons in their hands, and when they are about to die, they are all driven to die, and they are punished even if they lose a battle. Chilling?How can the military power of the Ming Dynasty be strong? "

Xiao Ruxun said with red eyes: "If I can't do these most basic things, what face do I have to let them work for me? What face do I have to let them take credit for me and make me famous in history? How can I bear it? "

Xu Guangqi's eyes showed shock, his mouth opened, but he couldn't utter a word.

To be honest, just now Xu Guangqi was really worried about money and medicinal materials, and felt that such a large-scale treatment of wounded soldiers was a waste of military supplies, but after hearing Xiao Ruxun's words, he suddenly felt ashamed and flustered.

Aren't these soldiers injured while fighting with the country's enemies?Why can't I get healed?

Am I... really nobler than them?
At least here, Xu Guangqi has doubts, a document that can't stand on the shoulders, can't carry it, can't fight the enemy and can only wander around in the barracks...

What did you come to join Xiao Ruxun?
Does Xiao Ruxun really need to use herself?

Have you done anything worthy of his trust and respect for the corporal?
Xu Guangqi suddenly realized that he seemed to be the most useless person in the barracks.

This... is too ironic.

Afterwards, Xiao Ruxun came to the prisoner-of-war camp, where more than 1000 North Korean prisoners who had just been captured were imprisoned. Li Rumei was in charge of guarding this place.

"The Governor!"

"Ok!"

Xiao Ruxun nodded: "Are these captives honest?"

Li Rumei frowned and said: "Probably he lived outside the Great Wall all year round. He has a wild temper and has not been subdued by us. He is quite ugly and has to be tied up with a rope. There were a few violent beatings just now, and I beat them hard. A meal, a beating half to death, and now a little more honest."

Xiao Ruxun thought for a while.

"Among the army, I remember that there are a few recruits in the Taiyuan army who have never been on the battlefield, right?"

Li Rumei nodded.

"Yes, have you ever been on the battlefield? When you ordered soldiers to go out to fight the northern captives, some people peed on the ground and couldn't get up. Damn it, the Taiyuan General Soldier didn't know how to take them. Bing, there are still young children who have never seen blood!"

"It's not surprising. I know what's going on in the border town. Besides, I haven't fought for three years. Those soldiers are usually farming. It's the first time they go to the battlefield. Well, it's them. Choose a thousand from the army. I have seen recruits who have never killed anyone before, tell them to kill these northern captives, and let them eat meat!"

Xu Guangqi shook his body violently.

Li Rumei blinked.

"Didn't the governor say that this is a strong labor force, and you should keep it for work?"

"What a shit job, just do the job after the beige is beaten away? Hurry up and arrange it! Save these barbarians from wasting our food! It would be a pity not to give such a good meat to those recruits!"

Xiao Ruxun stared, Li Rumei nodded immediately: "Of order!"

After a while, a thousand selected recruits of the Taiyuan Army came to the prisoner-of-war camp anxiously, waiting for them were Xiao Ruxun and a thousand bright machetes.

"One person with one knife, kill all the northern captives in the camp."

Xiao Ruxun ordered slowly.

The recruits looked at each other in blank dismay.

Li Rumei was upset, and shouted at the top of her voice: "Didn't understand, did you? Pick up the knife! Go inside and kill the North Korean prisoners! One person must bring out at least one head! If you bring more than two, you will be rewarded!" But if there is none, I will cut off your heads!"

With a wave of Li Rumei's hand, more than a hundred Liaodong soldiers around him immediately roared in unison, and raised the bloodthirsty saber in their hands. The strong murderous aura made these recruits who had never opened meat terrified, and several of them fell directly to the ground, eyes full of is fear.

Li Rumei waved again, and the Liaodong soldiers ran forward and blocked the gate of the prisoner-of-war camp. Li Rumei personally guarded the camp gate with a knife, and then Xiao Ruxun waved again, and more than a hundred flintlock soldiers around him also blocked the camp gate Before, he raised his flintlock and pointed it at these recruits.

(End of this chapter)