Soldiers Card System

When Su Ping woke up, it was already midnight, and the night was thick outside the camp.

With a hungry stomach, Su Ping got up while cursing his own soldiers.

Outside the camp, there were constant cries of pain, as if the camp was full of wounded soldiers after a great war.

Could it be that the second brother tidyed up a few of his own and was not addicted, and tidyed up all his soldiers?

Thinking about this, Su Ping stepped on the smelly cloth boots, got up and left the camp.

Opening the curtain, Su Ping almost sat on the ground seeing the scene in front of him.

It's really full of wounded soldiers!

I just went into a coma once, so it seemed like a war was going on in the camp.

Pulling over Cao Hua who was walking back and forth holding a jar, Su Ping asked with a black face, "Cao Hua, what's the matter?"

Cao Hua glanced at Su Ping, snorted, thrown off his hand, and walked away directly holding the jar.

Su Ping looked dumbfounded, what is this, Cao Hua dare to shake her face.

When Dani passed by him holding the jar, Su Ping directly stopped him and said in a stern tone: "What's the matter? It's so late and I ran back and forth holding the jar. Is it wine inside?"

Dani was anxious: "The prince needs to use these to wash the wounds, General Su, you can't stop me."

Second brother wants so much wine to wash his wounds!

Su Ping's face turned black at once, grabbing the wine jar in Dani's arms, and screamed: "Go, lead the way in front of your head, I'll hold it for you."

On the way, through Dani's words, Su Ping finally figured out how big a battle he had missed.

Shuangmiao City, inside the military mansion.

Su Lu was lying on the bed, his face was pale, the gauze on his shoulders had been untied, and black blood was still flowing out of the wound, with small black blood clots mixed in the blood.

This is the reason that Su Lu was injured before, and the dirty blood that was not removed, formed a sludge in the wound and accumulated in the body.

The white-headed military doctor was washing the wound with wine and cleaning it once. He watched the red blood begin to flow out. When the military doctor stopped, he was ready to observe. When he was ready to bandage, there was a blood clot flowing out again.

Inside the camp, Luo Xuan, Qian Buzhou, Cao Hua, Niba, a group of guards and generals and soldiers were there, especially the mud and mounds, holding steel knives in their hands, and staring at the medic with piercing eyes. No, just hacked to death the appearance of a military doctor.

When Su Ping arrived, the military doctor cleaned up the wound again and said tiredly:

"My lord, the prince has lost too much blood and can no longer be debrided, otherwise it will be dead, and the old will not dare to debride again."

The white-haired military doctor's face was as white as his hair. It was the first time he saw such a trauma, and he had already sentenced Su Lu to death in his heart.

"Snapped"

The jar in Su Lu's hand fell to the ground, the black jar fell to pieces, and the wine splashed everywhere.

Two steps forward, Su Ping grabbed the old man's neck, and his voice was as cold as an ice knife: "What are you talking about, do you know who he is? He is dead, and he will be buried in the Shuangmiao City."

The old military doctor's face turned paler: "General, the old man can't do anything about it, the prince's wound has been bleeding out!

According to the old experience, there is so much blood congestion in the body, it is absolutely impossible to be left over from this war, so much blood congestion, it is impossible for people not to feel uncomfortable. "

Su Ping turned his head and asked the muddy person next to him: "Second brother has been in poor health these days. After Tulle's battle, he has been in a wheelchair. Has his body been uncomfortable all the time?"

Mud nodded: "Yes, after the Tulle battle, the prince's injury has not healed, and there should be a root of old disease."

The old military doctor pinched his fingers and let it go: "It's been more than half a year since the Battle of Tulle. The adult's injury hasn't healed yet, this..."

The old man didn't dare to imagine what kind of quack doctor was that he left the blood clot in the prince's body.

The mound said to the side: "The doctor said, the prince's cuts were too deep and heavy, and the blood may not be cleaned up. When he arrives in the capital, he will clean the wound for the prince again."

"The prince stayed in the capital for more than half a year, and he came to Xiting without seeing the doctor come to Beijing."

Cao Hua suddenly asked, "Master, if you do, are you sure to clean up the congestion inside?"

The old man sprinkled powder on the wound with his hands and feet quickly, wrapped it in clean gauze, and kept saying:

"I know the genius doctor you are talking about. The nickname given to the ghost hand by the people from the rivers and lakes. I will stop the blood now, let the prince heal his wounds first, and become an adult. I still have to continue to look for the ghost hand to heal the prince."

In the camp, everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to make a decision.

"Rescue the prince first, and see what the prince has to say?"

Luo Xuan spoke, his tone full of sadness.

Everyone discussed it and agreed to Luo Xuan's proposal.

Qian Buzhou sat down by the bed, raised his hands flat, and circulated his mind. The internal interest rate entered Su Lu's body and guided the disordered internal interest in Su Lu's body.

"Okay, old money."

Su Lu opened his eyes and spoke.

Qian Buzhou hurriedly let go and stood up. After this battle, Qian Buzhou was convinced by Su Lu.

The prince not only knows how to fight, but he also knows how to use people. On weekdays, he doesn't know that his cavalry is so powerful.

Su Lu asked, "Is my injury serious?"

Cao Hua knelt down by the bed with a sad voice: "Master, the doctor said that your old illness has not healed, and now you have added new injuries. Only ghost hands can heal."

Su Lu smiled: "Someone can cure your crying, and no one can cure you. You won't cry too late."

"Have you passed a letter to your Majesty? This great victory and the agreement with Qin Jun have been passed on to your Majesty."

Luo Xuan said next to him: "No, you are in a coma, no one can call the shots. You can't send this report. If you can't wake up, this time it is not a great victory, but a catastrophe."

Su Lu smiled bitterly: "You old Luo, just say some frustrating words, go, report victory to your majesty, and ask the ghost hand to heal me by the way."

Luo Xuan turned and went out to write a letter to report the victory.

Su Ping knelt in front of Su Lu's bed with a nose and tears: "Second brother, it's me asshole. This made your old injury relapse. Go to battle personally. I'm damned."

"Why cry?"

Su Lu reprimanded Su Ping: "You guys fought with me from the northern border to Xiting, and you have made countless achievements. The court treats you not badly. You have all the merits and merits. If the leader commits a mess again and violates military discipline in the future, don't blame me. Cruel and cruel."

Su Ping murmured: "It's obviously that you are not treating us badly, Guan court is a shit."

"What did you say?"

Su Lu's face was dark, and the wound began to aches again.

Su Ping hurriedly said: "Second brother, don't be angry. I didn't say anything. You are right. The court treats us not badly. I will go to Master Luo. I will personally **** the paperwork to Beijing and ask your majesty to come. Ghost hand."

Su Lu stopped Su Ping: "Don't go, let Luo Xuan go. This time is also a beautiful thing. Luo Xuan has been a guerrilla general for half his life and is still a guerrilla general. Let him go this time."

Stalemate with the Qin Army, ties first and then wins. This kind of victory is a big victory for your majesty and the upper three provinces. Although it cannot be publicized due to the agreement between Su Lu and Li Chengfeng, it can protect the Southwest Five. In the year of peace, such a great achievement still has to be rewarded.

Su Lu is naturally the first merit, but the generals who go to report victory are likely to receive the first merit. If they are walking around, it is not impossible to be promoted to two or three ranks, or even to give a noble title.

Su Ping curled his lips: "I can't compete again. I'm going. I'm not going to be scolded by your majesty. Compared with your second brother, this Xiting is nothing in your majesty's heart."

Su Lu ignored Su Ping and turned to look at Qian's fault:

"Old money, I'm seriously injured and can't be a director. You can sit in the army for me these days."

"Sent to the Western Qin as a scout, I want to know the real reason why Li Chengfeng didn't want him to be defeated."