The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 39 Yunnan Baiyao
"boom!"

The noose fell, and the heavy suspension bridge smashed heavily to the ground. More than 300 servants who had been ambushed in advance rushed out in droves, with Shitou and Shouhou leading the way.

With the full support of Shen Yuanliang, and with sufficient meat and various medicinal herbs, Shitou and Shouhou successively broke through the ninth level and embarked on the road of martial arts.

"Kill, kill, kill!!!"

Torches as thick as arms were burning with a crackling sound, and the orange-yellow light illuminated the dark night. Everyone formed a tight formation, holding ten-foot-long spears.

The spears were like a forest, emitting a chilling cold air. Under the firelight were faces full of fear and tension. How could one not be afraid when going to the battlefield for the first time?
Thanks to the daily teachings, the servants, who believed that "obeying orders was their first duty", marched in uniform steps, suppressed the fear in their hearts, used all their strength, and mechanically lunged forward.

The sound of "Puchi" was endless. It was the sound of the spear piercing into the flesh. Tears and blood flowed down the spear into the palm of my hand, which was sticky and very uncomfortable.

Over and over again, like puppets, the more than 300 servants only knew to lunge forward, without any thoughts in their minds, no fear, no excitement, no relief, only numbness.

Soldiers cannot move without a general, and a snake cannot move without a head.

After losing their four leaders, the remaining 300 bandits were just a mob. They were so frightened that they could not organize any effective resistance.

It was pitch dark outside the dock, and no one dared to ride their horses, for fear that they would be smashed to pieces in the dark night. That would be too unlucky, and they did not want to die in such a miserable way.

Everyone was scrambling to get ahead, running for their lives on foot, some even fought and stabbed each other, just to be one step faster.

The secret to escape is to run faster than your companions!

After a stick of incense, the battle outside the fort came to an end. The 300 horse bandits were almost wiped out, with only a few escaping under the cover of night. Only 300 of the 300 servants under Shen Yuanliang were left.

The remaining nearly eighty people lay on the cold ground, blood all over the floor, and wails of pain could be heard one after another.

"Quick, carry all the wounded back and treat them as soon as possible."

Shen Yuanliang put away the strong bow in his hand, walked down the city wall quickly, and gave orders anxiously.

Hundreds of people rushed out of the dock. Under the leadership of Li Wan'er, they worked together to carry all the wounded to the barracks that had been prepared in advance.

"Dongmei, use strong liquor to clean the wounds. Don't leave any behind."

"Aunt Chen, boil all these clean white cloths in boiling water and then dry them."

"This is the best Yunnan Baiyao. I prepared it. After cleaning the wound, pour some Yunnan Baiyao on it and wrap the wound with white cloth."

In the spacious barracks, Shen Yuanliang was busier than before the war. As a master of traditional Chinese medicine in his previous life, facing dozens of wounded soldiers, he had to do it himself.

Under Shen Yuanliang's treatment, all the wounded were treated for their wounds and waited for the scabs to form until dawn.

Fortunately, Shen Yuanliang had ground a large amount of Yunnan Baiyao in advance. Yunnan Baiyao is a holy medicine for injuries. It is made of precious medicinal materials and has the effects of removing blood stasis and stopping bleeding, promoting blood circulation and relieving pain, detoxifying and reducing swelling.

A good cook cannot cook without rice. Without Yunnan Baiyao, a top-notch medicine for injuries, Shen Yuanliang really doesn’t know what to do.
"Brother Liang, is it effective to clean the wound with strong liquor?"

Shi Tou, who had always been guarding Shen Yuanliang, touched his head and asked in confusion.

Seeing Shen Yuanliang "wasting" so much liquor, Shi Tou, who loved drinking, couldn't help it. He wanted to remind him several times, but he held back the words when they came to his lips.

When Shen Yuanliang finished his work, Shi Tou, who was full of questions, could not help but ask, "There are many more soldiers who died of infection after the war than those who died in public on the battlefield. Many of the wounded died of wound infection."

"The Buddha said, look at a bowl of water, there are 84,000 insects, there are many tiny 'worms' in the wound, wash with strong liquor can kill the worms and reduce the mortality rate."

After saying that, Shen Yuanliang twisted his neck to stretch his stiff muscles. His slightly tired face was full of fatigue. He yawned from time to time and walked towards the room, ready to have a good sleep.

Three days later, in the quiet study.

"Brother Yuanliang, your method is really effective. Most of them survived."

"After washing the wounds with strong liquor, there were a total of 61 casualties, but only seven of them had pus coming out of their wounds, and they developed sores and died after the evil wind entered their bodies."

"Yunnan Baiyao is also very effective. Their wounds have all scabbed over and they only need to rest for a month or two."

Li Wan'er, wearing a blue satin cotton robe and a red cloak, walked with light steps to Shen Yuanliang, twisting the ribbon lightly with her fingers, and said solemnly.

According to Shen Zhong's past teachings, taking his own combat battalion as an example, it would be considered good if half of the injured soldiers could survive.

Especially for the seriously injured, only one in ten can survive, and they have to rely on their own will to hold on. In other words, whether they can survive depends entirely on God and their own will.

"The effect of strong liquor is still limited. If the strong liquor is distilled into alcohol, the effect will be better."

"Unfortunately, this battle was too hasty and the preparations were somewhat inadequate."

Putting down the brush in his hand and rubbing his forehead, Shen Yuanliang sighed and said with a little sadness.

Nearly a hundred people under Shen Yuanliang's command were killed, but they all died in a justifiable way and did not deserve to be condoned. However, the servants recruited under his command were different; they were his own people.

There were seventy to eighty casualties in the first battle. Shen Yuanliang felt very upset. If it happened a few more times, wouldn't all his men be killed?

"Brother Yuanliang, on the battlefield, life and death are determined by fate."

"You did a great job. If you hadn't been an expert archer and used your bow and arrow to eliminate the martial arts masters among the bandits in advance, there would have been more casualties."

Holding Shen Yuanliang's arm tightly and leaning on his warm chest, Li Wan'er persuaded him with a serious expression.

After using lime powder to secretly attack the four leaders of the horse bandits, Shitou and Shouhou led the servants to charge forward. Shen Yuanliang was also not idle, and he never rested his bow and arrow for a moment.

There were quite a few martial artists among the three hundred horse bandits, and there was even an eighth-rank master. It was all thanks to Shen Yuanliang's point-by-point shooting that the entire battlefield situation was controlled.

Otherwise, facing three hundred vicious horse bandits, a desperate attack would be enough to make the servants suffer a lot, and they might even be killed in return, after all, they were all a group of rookies.

"There were 380 servants, 80 of whom were killed or wounded. 19 died on the spot, and 7 died from wound infection. The price was too high."

"We still need armor. Only with the all-round protection of armor can we minimize casualties."

Shen Yuanliang pinched his chin and muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)