Zhe Keda followed Han Gang out of the battlefield hospital and looked up at the sky. It was already on the branches on the moon.

It took Han Gang and his party nearly two hours to finish their inspection of the hospital, which was much longer than expected.

"I didn't expect it to be this time." Zhe Keda touched his croaking stomach and said in a low voice, complaining a little.

Huang Shang also whispered: "That's the heart of Privy Council. If you just look at it for a few times and walk around, you won't want it for a quarter of an hour."

Zhe Keda nodded. The wounded and sick in the hospital were too enthusiastic and everyone wanted to get Han Gang's care and greetings. Han Gang also tried his best to meet their requests, so he stayed in the hospital for a long time.

Even if Wu Qi reborn, he would never be able to be respected by the soldiers like Han Gang with his kindness to suck the carbuncles for the soldiers. "If the soldiers have sickness, they will suck it." Even the old woman knew that they wanted them to die, but Han Gang tried her best to seek opportunities for the soldiers. She even avoided fighting with the enemy in order to prevent excessive casualties.

The head coach is so beloved, how can he not win a battle?

But Han Gang's face was gloomy at this moment, just like the night. This made Zhe Keda and Huang Shang try their best to avoid talking loudly.

Huang Shang followed Han Gang's gaze and in a corner of the hospital, several stretchers were carried onto two large trucks, and then drove towards the Hutuo River Wharf on the south side of the camp.

He sighed in his heart, no wonder his benefactor was so bad.

Now the number of troops under Daizhou City is close to 30,000, but since military operations such as siege have not yet begun, the scouts outside are very restrained, and the proportion of injuries is about one percent. In this battlefield hospital located on the front line, the number of injuries is only more than two hundred.

Among them, there are basically minor injured people who can recover quickly, and real serious patients will be sent to Xinkouzhai, where the hospital in the rear is located.

It is not to say how high the medical level in the rear is - there may be a difference between zero and one, but there is actually no big gap between three and four - but to avoid these serious ills and seriously injured people from affecting their morale on the front line.

During the transportation process to the rear, due to the bumpy road, I had to take a boat first and then turn on a rail carriage. Many injured and sick people couldn't survive when they arrived at Xinkou Village. Even if they arrived, it would be difficult to live for a long time.

Every day, several people are sent away like this, but some of them finally arrive at their destination with their heads and faces. This is a very ruthless approach, but in the army, they have to be hard-working and be kind-hearted, which is what makes them say.

Even if Han Gang has such a big name, he cannot improve the medical level of this era. All he can do is to start health management to prevent the spread of epidemic diseases in the military camps.

But in addition to this, Han Gang could only watch the patients suffering from severe external injuries, internal injuries, and some difficult and complicated diseases, and watched them die step by step, but there was no way.

When these seriously injured people left, they would become very quiet whenever they saw Han Gang. Han Gang stayed by them for the longest time. Even though they all knew that Han Gang was not good at medical skills, getting the care of the disciples of the Medicine King was like burning an incense stick in an extremely effective temple, and they would always feel more at ease.

After following Han Gang for a long time, Huang Shang became more and more aware of Han Gang's concern for ordinary people. This is not the condescending "benevolence" of ordinary scholars and officials, but the real emphasis. How can the expectations of those who trust themselves fail, and how can they feel better?

Han Gang was in a heavy mood. Huang Shang and Zhe Keda dared to exchange a few words in a low voice until they heard a long sigh, and then they saw Han Gang heading to a corner of the hospital. There was an independent area there, which was the ward where the injured and injured among the prisoners were located. Han Gang came out of the main ward and went there.

This time, the number of prisoners was large, more than a thousand, but the number of seriously injured was very small, and even minor injuries were not many. An army that had just experienced a crushing defeat was also prisoners, and the number of wounded was less than one hundred.

If the battlegrounds and the teams that cleaned up the remaining enemies could be lighter, there should be more wounded people. But for these robbers, all the way from Taiyuan, there was no one who hated them to the core. If they were healthy prisoners of war who could walk and run, it would be inconvenient to start, but no one would have the patience to get them back to the camp, and they would only come back with lighter heads.

Escape from death made these prisoners feel fearful and excited when they saw Hangang. Even after Hangang visited, the wounded members of the Liao army forced themselves to go downstairs to kneel down to pay homage to him.

Among these wounded people, the most pious one was the nobleman from a small tribe on Xijing Road, and the leader of the clan. This man was very injured and had some needles sewn all over his body. He was really lucky, so the soldiers who were not cleaned up the battlefield felt it was troublesome to cut their heads and come back to submit the work. When he bowed, the bandages on his body were dyed red.

But Han Gang just asked someone to help him up, but he didn't say anything.

"This generation is really not to be jealous of burning, killing, looting and looting in our country. Among them, the chief leader has to be clear about the punishment of the deceased to comfort the dead." Han Gang said after coming out of the prisoner of war's ward, "But our Chinese people are invincible. Without these powerful thieves, they cannot be replaced. They have to spare their lives, and those who can be saved must be saved as much as possible."

Huang Shang had a feeling that Han Gang's words were not explained to his staff, but rather to him, as if to convince himself. Otherwise, he would not have been so nagging.

Han Gang actually really wanted to cut off these blood-debt-in-law robbers to Leijingguan. At least he had to learn how to treat the Jiaozhi natives, but he would not cut his toes but his fingers so that they would not invade the country again in the future.

The crimes committed by the Khitans in Xindai were better than the Jiaozhi army that had ravaged Guangxi. However, this time there were many people who were abducted this time. He could not directly attack Jiaozhi and talk about his destruction of the national and foreign tribes, so he could only leave some capital and exchange them for the people.

"It's a matter of redeeming money with money, and the court will not be reluctant to leave this money. But it's a little bit to save. It would be better to exchange prisoners."

Han Gang felt that Yelu Yixin would not miss this opportunity to win people's hearts. He would immediately earn a million taels of silver silk, which could be used on the blade, buy people from the tribe with Han'er in his hand, and then exchange them for the captured soldiers.

"Of course, if these are not enough, Wuzhou can also return them."

Ignoring the surprised gazes of his staff, Han Gang continued.

"The Liao bandits have only been invaded for a few months, and the two states of Xin and Dai are already full of devastation. The losses cannot be calculated yet, and halving the household registration is the most optimistic estimate."

Although I don’t know how much the loss was, halving the household registration is indeed the most optimistic expectation. If you are a little pessimistic, it would be great if one-third of it came back.

"All taxes will be exempted within three years. Only after ten or twenty years can you barely return to your old views. It is a good thing to find more Dingkou to come back. After two years of rebuilding your household registration, the atmosphere in the Daizhou yamen will be a little better."

In leap years, local governments will revise their household registration books.

This time, Daizhou was robbed, not only did it have to rebuild its household registration, but also to build its land registration to maintain the future order of Daizhou. However, in this way, the next Daizhou magistrate will have a heavy task, which can be said to be extremely difficult.

The reason why local governments can convey government orders is that they rely on level one, from the prefecture to the county and then to the township Baojia. The officials who issue orders are easy to appoint, but in fact, the executors, various officials in the prefectures and counties, Baozheng, Jiazheng, and scholars in the township can not be transferred from the capital or from other places.

Now, like the people, there are not many left. Without their help, the prefect's government orders cannot even be conveyed in the village.

In addition to Daizhou, the situation in Xinzhou is similar. The situation in Taiyuan Prefecture was invaded by the Liao army, and the situation was similar to that in Daizhou and Xinzhou. The villages were destroyed, the people were slaughtered, and their property and children were robbed.

The entire northeastern part of the river was completely destroyed and could not recover its vitality within decades.

How can Han Gang feel better?

The only thing that makes people feel good is probably the Liao army in Daizhou City.

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In the desolate Daizhou city, Xiao Shisan's mood would only be worse.

Xiao Shisan has received a notice from Nanjing Road, claiming that he had reached a peace talk with the Southern Dynasties recently, and the envoys who negotiated peace talks will soon return from Kaifeng.

But when I put down Yelu Yixin's handwritten letter, looked up at Daizhou City, a ridiculous feeling came to my heart.

But everyone knows that if the strength of both sides cannot maintain the most basic balance, no matter what the peace is, it will be just a piece of used waste paper.

The Liao Dynasty could no longer fight, otherwise the envoys in the peace talks would not have agreed to such humiliating conditions. The troops and lands of the six prefectures in Xiping were abandoned, and the only one-time silver silk was exchanged for.

And that was the agreement reached before the Hedong defeat. If it were now, the Song people would definitely not be willing to continue to implement it.

Opponents from home are gathering. His Highness Shangfu cannot be like an emperor, and can naturally make the court and the outside world follow his orders. If he had the status of an emperor, things would not have become what he is now.

Although Yelu Yixin asked him to guard Daizhou City, this order was issued before the great defeat, and it is no longer possible to recover it.

The only thing that is to be thankful is that the little soldiers in my family were not seriously damaged. The little flesh sent by the fashion father to help him did not lose much. Apart from the armor and the war horses, there was no other loss.

Compared with them, the casualties of the troops under the Xijing Road were much greater, and there were complaints in the camp. In the pursuit of the Song army, they were the ones with the worst casualties. And now they are naturally indispensable to those who are calling to go home.
Chapter completed!