Chapter 170 (1/2)

Kublai Khan has begun to attack the city. The four gates of Xiangyang are closed and no access is allowed.

But this could not stop the trick and Huang Wei. Taking advantage of the night, they went over the wall and integrated into tens of thousands of Xiangyang soldiers and people.

I have been to Xiangyang more than once. Although I can't do it, I know Xiangyang City like the back of my hand, but I'm still familiar with some places. I found a secluded temple.

The temple in the city is not very big. It used to be the family temple of an official family. Later, the family of that person declined, and the temple declined. In recent years, due to the invasion of Mongolia to the South and the continuous Xiangyang war, the small temple became more and more decadent, becoming a place for beggars to shelter from the wind and rain.

At this time, the beggars' sect is helping Guo Jing resist the attack of Mongolia. Naturally, there is no one here, and the two of them settle down here.

Huang Wei was even more dissatisfied, and his direct expression was lethargy.

Even before he became a reincarnator, he had suffered so much, especially in terms of food, porridge and coarse grain every day, which made him miss the days at the foot of Huashan Mountain.

At that time, although he could only guess at the foot of the mountain, when this guy was no longer, he was free and ate whatever he wanted.

At that time, I didn't see this guy have a problem with his carefully prepared food. How did he leave and become this virtue.

It's called what people do and what food they eat, so that he can't eat enough and sleep well every day.

Even the things hidden in the space ring, he once secretly took them out and ate them. He looked at them with threatening eyes and threw them away.

That kind of look down is like looking at mole ants. He doesn't want to experience it again. Otherwise, he's not sure what the consequences will be.

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After dawn the next day, the Mongolian army came to attack the city again after a full meal. After such repeated attacks, there were countless wounded in Xiangyang City, and there were not enough doctors. Many people had to carry it by themselves. They survived or died if they couldn't resist. Life and death depended on luck.

”Little Taoist, do you know medicine?” The trick took Huang Wei around the city, and the tragedy of the whole city came into view.

”Understand a little, big monk, what are you going to do?” Huang Wei had a bad feeling in his heart.

”Since you know medicine, start saving people.” The trick said, ”saving a person's life is better than building a seven level floating tu. my Buddha is merciful.”

With that, the trick went to the wounded in the street.

In this era, there is no perfect logistics and medical security system, and there are not so many human and material resources to do such things. Many people are injured, come down from the city wall and go on a trip to the street.

After the war, when there is spare strength, someone will come. If there is no spare strength, ask for more blessings.

In particular, those who are armed are not in the military establishment, let alone medical conditions. If you have friends and fellow disciples, you can find them and take them to cure the injury, otherwise... Hehe.

A monk is a monk. He doesn't have any medicine. Fortunately, he only treats some trauma.

Point to stop bleeding, clear the flow arrow, set the bone and bandage... They cooperate very fast.

The only problem is that it's too difficult to find some clean cloth for dressing the wound.

He wanted to use clean medical gauze, but he didn't.

But even so, just temporarily tear some clean clothes from the injured to make a tie, and the efficiency of the two is amazing. By the time it was dark and the war was over, hundreds of people had been treated by them.

Of course, it's just a little treatment. There are no herbs and disinfection. Whether they can carry it or not depends on themselves.