Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 675

When the sun rises from the East China Sea again, Yixing has completely changed its appearance. Hundreds of thousands of troops have been fighting here for a whole day and night without sleep. The bandits from the grasslands, the bandits from the white mountains and the black waters, deserters from Liaodong, Jianghuai soldiers, thieves, murderers, etc. formed the Jiangnan Army of the Qing Army, which was completely wiped out. 6 people died in battle, surrendered, and the total number of prisoners was as many as 20. Many deaths and countless injuries.

The heavy sound of horseshoes also disturbed Yixing City, which had been trembling on the side of the battlefield for more than a month. With [-] Manchu cavalry, Daishan's son, Prince Li Mandahai, came back from the Zhejiang battlefield in the starry night, just to fight at the critical moment. A fatal blow to the back of the Ming army. Unfortunately, they came a step too late. Like Yixing City, the famous tourist areas of Fenghuang Mountain and Zhangshan Reservoir in later generations are hung with red letters on a white background, like a boiling flame. With the banner of Mingzi, Prince Duan Boluo, whom he relied on, has been captured alive, Kong Youde, the respectful king, committed suicide, and the main force that established slaves to enslave Jiangnan no longer exists.

Below Yixing City, there were a total of 59 Ming army troops who were exhausted, even bleeding from wounds, but still burning with fierce fighting spirit in the dark circles of their eyes.

"Master, shall we still attack?"

I have never seen such a Ming army, such an aggressive flame of battle, even the murderous Jiannu Zuoling was frightened, and after following Man Dahai to patrol the battlefield, he fought his master tremblingly. asked.

He has always been regarded as a hero among slaves, but Man Dahai was also heartbroken to see the vigor of this exhausted army. He looked around Zhang Shan for a few minutes and saw that Bayintu's cavalry had already arrived. Slowly unfolding his own wings, he yelled with great reluctance just now.

"Pass down the king's order, withdraw the troops! Withdraw the troops! Withdraw back to Hangzhou!"

In a panic, the Jiannu cavalry, who had raided for more than 1000 miles, went back and forth in desperation again, and fled south in a hurry. The smoke cleared.

Although only half of Southern Zhili had been rescued, and the Xuhuai area was still under the control of Jiannu, the battle of Yixing had already shown the dawn of hope to the people of the entire Ming Empire.

Of course, Man Dahai was not allowed to escape like this. Last night because of him, Li Tiezhu's troops had to attack the mountain overnight, facing the powerful counterattack of the Han Eight Banners Kongyou German army with firearms, at least paying the lives of more than [-] soldiers.

"If you feel sleepy or tired, go back and lie down, and the rest will follow me to kill the Tartars!"

At this time, he no longer regarded himself as the once uncivilized and uncivilized Mongolian chief. He reined in his horse high-spiritedly, and Bayintu roared vigorously in front of the army, but his answer was no longer words. The saber was raised, and the dense infantry was running forward in brigades, advancing southward.

The [-] troops marched south, and the equally ravaged North and East Zhejiang will set off a new surge of passion.

However, at this moment, Song Qingshu's mind was no longer on Bayintu's southward army, and even the fate of Daming was not important to him at this moment.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Amidst the chaotic roar, a group of bloody soldiers surrounded a dark-faced military man and hurried towards the medical area. He knocked down many soldiers who were limping and rushing to seek medical treatment along the way. There were complaints everywhere.

"Which unit do you belong to? Do you understand the rules? The wounded and sick are divided according to the division. This is not the place for you! Go back!"

These military doctors have seen this scene a lot. Often a division commander is seriously injured and is carried in by his soldiers without thinking. Disturbing work like this actually delayed a lot of things. Seeing that a group of people were about to break into the innermost part, a young military doctor with a red gourd logo on his head and a mask on his face was immediately full of arrogance and annoyance. , stopped in front of a group of people, shouting angrily.

Who would have thought that this group of people was more reckless than him, the face of the black-faced man in front of him was smeared a lot by cannon fodder, but the young officer who looked very young immediately grabbed his collar in a rage and roared anxiously .

"Immediately call Shang Jiong out to Lao Tzu, it's a waste of time, and I will jump on you!"

"Hey, are you playing tricks? Tell you, I've seen a lot of bastards like you! This is a military medical camp, even if the commander-in-chief is here, you have to obey the rules!"

The young military doctor was quite disciplined, but before he finished speaking, another old military chief doctor's shocking cry behind him almost made him lie down.

"Big, handsome, why are you here?"

"No time for nonsense! Hurry up and call Shang Jiong out to me! Yu'er is going to die!"

"Minister Yu'er?"

The young military doctor who was being dragged by his collar was really about to cry this time, and regardless of 21, he broke away from Song Qingshu's hand suddenly, and staggered into it in three steps at a time.

Shang Jiong is considered to be the best doctor in the military hospital under the command of the Qihuo Army. What is even more difficult is that in this era of Chinese traditional Chinese medicine where taking medicine and boiling medicine is the mainstream, this person is actually proficient in surgery. He was a military doctor in Li Zicheng's army back then. During the Xingyang Conference, he was seduced by Song Qingshu's secret of using penicillin.

If Song Qingshu is the soul of the leader of the entire begging army, Yu'er is the goddess of this army, representing Song Qingshu, leading the medical team to rescue and perform charity performances, she is like the dawn in the hearts of the soldiers, but no one has ever thought of it , this beautiful and gentle woman is so strong. At the moment when Song Qingshu needed it most, she replaced Song Qingshu and rushed to the front line, boosting the rare morale. Just before dawn, she captured the Zhangshan Highland. But the price to be paid was also heavy. Standing in the most dazzling place, Yu'er was shot five times, two of which hit her chest and abdomen, and even pierced her thin body.

Song Yongzhong and Zheng Sen tremblingly carried her in on a stretcher. At this time, Yu'er's face was terribly pale due to massive blood loss. Song Qingshu tightly grasped her wrist, and her cold wrist was so weak that she almost couldn't feel her pulse. .

"Yu'er! Yu'er, hold on! The foster father is here! You will be fine!"

Holding the stretcher all the way, Song Qingshu couldn't stop calling out anxiously. When he reached the entrance of the tent, Shang Jiong, the old genius doctor, hugged Song Qingshu helplessly.

"Master! We are going to rescue Miss Yu'er, you..."

"Okay, okay, right!"

After going through so many things, Song Qingshu, who had already been calm for a long time, lost his mind at this time, nodded incoherently, and only after a full moment did he let go of his hand in a sudden realization.

"Ben Shuai is waiting outside, Mr. Shang, please!"

"Miss Yu'er..., Shang will do her best!" After being bowed by Song Qingshu, Shang Jiong nodded with great difficulty, wiped the sweat off his forehead hastily, and followed in.

The tent cloth jerked down.

The rules of the medical battalion are set by Song Qingshu himself. No matter how old the officers are, they need the medical soldiers to receive them in person and arrange the surgery. The seriously injured are given priority, followed by the lightly injured. To save the most lives in the shortest time, the privileges are also limited to the minimum, but today, Song Qingshu broke the rules.

However, Song Qingshu couldn't worry about these anymore. Following Little William, Song Yongzhong sat on the bench waiting for the tent outside in a dull mood. Song Qingshu was anxiously pulling his hair, shaking his head restlessly and painfully.

"Why is she working so hard!"

To be honest, Song Qingshu felt that this girl always gave him a very warm feeling when he first recognized Yu'er as a foster daughter. On the other hand, he didn't like Li Dingguo's overbearing behavior of the overlord, that's all. To be honest, Song Qingshu didn't take Yu'er too seriously at first, but it was just a Yangzhou skinny horse given to him by his subordinates.

But this girl, she thinks and does things for herself from the bottom of her heart, and even thinks about him Song Qingshu. I can't even figure out what kind of merit I have done to have a strange woman like Yu'er who is completely selfless for him. Today, even my life can be given up.

I really want to speak out to persuade, but at the side, Song Yongzhong's heart is also entangled like a poisonous insect biting him, he can't say anything no matter what, even Xiao William, who is usually the most bluffing, is quiet as if he is dead at the moment like that.

Deathly silence lingered in the tent. After half an hour, Shang Jiong, who was sweating profusely, staggered out of the tent. Song Qingshu, who had been watching for a long time, all went up to him, and even Song Yongzhong didn't hesitate. He grabbed Shang Jiong's hand and asked urgently.

"Old Immortal Shang, Miss, how is she?"

"It's hard to predict! The bullet was taken out, but Miss Yu'er, she lost too much blood, and she is still in a coma, whether she can survive it depends on her good fortune, handsome, the old man is doing his best Already!"

Shang Jiong was indeed a little frightened. According to Song Qingshu's current power, if Yu'er had something wrong and Song Qingshu took his anger out on him, it would be dead. Even if Song Qingshu was magnanimous, Yu'er's admirers would still gnash their teeth Besides, after working with Yu'er for so long, Shang Jiong also has a deep affection for this gentle and elegant girl, and he really doesn't want to watch her die.

After clasping his fists together, Shang Jiong walked out tremblingly, but before he could take two steps, suddenly his sleeve was firmly grasped, and he turned around to look at Song Qingshu's ferocious face covered in sweat. As soon as he softened, he also knelt on the ground.

"Marshal, this old man is really powerless!"

"Mr. Shang, you said that Yu'er lost too much blood!"

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Back in the big waiting tent again, in a blue and white bowl, in the clear water, a few drops of blood were lying on the bottom of the bowl like jewels.

Recognizing relatives by dripping blood is a popular and firm method in this era, and the bottom of the bowl is Yu'er's blood, but at this juncture, Song Qingshu actually wants to recognize relatives by dripping blood, and Song Yongzhong and the others are all surprised .

"Marshal, you should go to Huagai Temple to pray for the young lady now, this is..."

"There's no time to explain! If you want to save Yu'er, just bleed!"

Amid Song Qingshu's cries of gritted teeth, Song Yongzhong was the first to wipe his fingers on the military coat twice, and then directly stabbed it with a dagger, and a few drops of blood dripped heavily into the bowl.

Not melted!

Then came Zheng Sen, who was puzzled. He also dripped two drops of blood, but again, the blood beads were excluded.

Seeing this, several other sergeants wanted to bleed, but at this time the bottom of the bowl was already covered in a large area, and it would become dirty if it was touched. In a hurry, Song Qingshu snatched the dagger and cut it on his own finger. This time, But a miracle happened, the two drops of blood soaked into each other perfectly and merged together, watching Zheng Sen, Song Yongzhong and others opened their mouths in astonishment.

Could it be that Yu'er is really a handsome daughter?What kind of funeral does this have to decide?But, this doesn't make sense either!

Seeing this scene, Song Qingshu heaved a sigh of relief like never before, and immediately rolled his arms violently, yelling at Shang Jiong.

"Go get the silver needle, draw my blood, and give it to Yu'er!"

Caiwei was once injected with penicillin with a straw. After Yingtian established Yingtian Hospital, Song Qingshu made a batch of syringes out of sterling silver. However, this was the first time for blood transfusion. Once bubbles appeared in the blood vessels, two people might die. He would die, he even cut open the chest with a knife, and Shang Jiong, who had undergone cardiac surgery, was trembling extraordinarily this time, carefully piercing the sharp needle into Song Qingshu's arm, slowly pumping out blood with the heartbeat, and immediately Inject Yu'er's wrist again.

In fact, later generations have proved that there is no scientific basis for confessing relatives by dripping blood, but recognizing relatives by dripping blood can still confirm one very important thing, the blood type matches!
When two different blood types touch each other, the red blood cells will quickly produce antibody particles, which is manifested as infusion. However, two drops of blood of the same blood type will not produce antibodies after touching each other, and they can completely fuse together without precipitation particles. To a certain extent, whether the blood types are the same can determine whether there is a genetic relationship. Fusion is not necessarily biological, and non-fusion is definitely not biological.

Song Qingshu had long forgotten what blood type he was in his previous life, let alone Yu'er's blood type, but this fusion made him feel something called fate.

As the needle was pulled out one by one, Song Qingshu's face gradually became pale, but with the injection, Yu'er's pale face finally gradually saw a little blood, and his weak pulse finally became stronger.

"Marshal, it's already too much. If you want to draw blood again, maybe..."

"Mr. Shang, continue!"

For an hour in a row, an unknown number of milliliters of the large syringe was withdrawn. Even Song Qingshu shook because of dizziness, but seeing Shang Jiong's difficult face, Song Qingshu still stretched out his arm without hesitation.

Fortunately, the long-overdue miracle finally happened. At this time, Yu'er, who was lying in a coma on the hospital bed, suddenly let out a groan with difficulty, and slowly opened her eyes.

"Yu'er!"

In a hurry again, Song Yongzhong was the first to rush to the edge of the hospital bed and held her hand.

"Miss Yu'er, you, you..."

"Brother Song, we, have we won?"

"Yes, we won!"

Seeing the warm joy on Yu'er's peaceful face, like a heavy boulder being lifted from Song Qingshu's heart, the corners of his eyes actually got a little moist in an instant.

that's nice!

(End of this chapter)