Chapter 72: captive camp

In the early morning of the 4th, Myron Gardner woke up from his sleep. He finished washing with a depressed expression, and came to the restaurant of the castle to have breakfast. At night, he dreamed of the scene when he overheard the conspiracy again, which had dealt a major blow to his mind.

Yesterday his brother Paul Greiman had led troops to Bairdin to fight against those rebels. I don't know how the battle is going now. He trusted Paul very much. Seeing Paul's confident appearance, the war should be over soon.

After breakfast, Philip, the housekeeper of the Greymans, came to him, saying that Manager Ford and Baron Abbott had something to ask to see him, so he came to the hall to meet them.

"Congratulations, Lord Earl!" Steward Ford and Baron Abbott rose to congratulate him as soon as they saw him.

Macron asked with question marks all over his head: "Did something happen?"

Old Ford explained: "Yesterday afternoon, Lord Graeman defeated the traitors Angelo, Abt and others, and the city of Butuya is already under the control of our army."

Myron opened his mouth in surprise, and asked incredulously, "This...so fast? Didn't he just set off yesterday?"

He thought that even if An Qiluo and the others could be defeated in a field battle, with Butuya's city walls and reserves inside, it would take a week of siege to break through the city. Last night, I worried about the safety of the residents in the city for half the night.

"The troops of An Qiluo and others are nothing more than a bunch of farmers who have just been recruited for a few days. Even if there are some private soldiers on weekdays, it can't change the overall situation." Hansel saw the street when he was in Butuya The soldiers on patrol were loose and out of shape, far worse than the elite soldiers in Huxin Town.

Macron clasped his hands in front of his chest in prayer: "Thank you, the Lord of Light, for your blessing!"

Manager Ford smiled and said to Myron: "Master Graeman, please return to Butuya today, so that Bairding's people can be stabilized as soon as possible."

McLone nodded: "Okay, I'll go right away."

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Paul was in Butuya's lord's mansion, listening to a report on the results of yesterday's battle.

According to the information obtained from the interrogation of several knights and small bosses, the rebel army has more than 2,000 troops, of which nearly 400 are private soldiers that An Qiluo and others had before, about 300 are mercenaries, and the rest are mercenaries. They are farmers or serfs recruited from all over Bairdin.

After the battle, Arda's army captured a total of 823 prisoners of various colors. The rest of the living people were scattered in the battle. Including the knight who was killed by the shotgun, a total of 98 enemies were killed, and a large number of wounded were killed. No more statistics.

He explained to the officer in charge of the captives: "Check carefully. If they are farmers who have just been recruited, we will feed them a full meal and let them go home. Those who save will have to eat our food here. If it is the former private Soldiers, temporarily lock up for a while, and release them after the situation stabilizes. If they are knights, they are not allowed to be released without my order."

The officer asked: "Don't you keep those serfs? Theoretically, they are not prisoners, but spoils of war."

Paul was stunned and said, "Let them choose for themselves. If they are willing to go to Arda, I will let them become free citizens. If they want to return to their original place, don't stop them."

Although it was strange Paul's decision, the officer took note of it.

Paul continued: "Those who have been killed, release the news of our victory and let their families come to claim them. If no one claims them or can't wait, they should be buried first."

As for the Arda army itself, there were only 16 lightly wounded and 3 seriously wounded, but none of them were seriously injured.

This is due to the large number of firearms equipped. When the enemy approaches, a row of buckshot or a few grenades can disperse a large number of people.

A soldier in charge of management asked a little embarrassed: "There are some prisoners who are seriously injured but still alive, look..."

"How many injuries?"

"Incapacitated, even still unconscious."

Paul became embarrassed, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Rescue them if you can. I don't want Arda's army to bear the reputation of indifference and cruelty. Take me to the place where these prisoners are placed first."

Arriving at the camp where the seriously wounded captives were housed, the smell was very bad, with carrion, spirits, herbs, olive oil (used to stop bleeding), and all sorts of indistinguishable smells.

The painful groans in the camp kept stimulating Paul's nerves.

Arda's army has not yet been equipped with full-time military doctors, so they can only let some people with experience in wound treatment comeo, and the methods are relatively rough.

Those who were hit directly to the body by solid shells hardly survived, and the adults placed here were all injured by spears, bullets, and shotguns.

It’s okay for people who were wounded by spears, but for those wounded by muskets or shotguns, they can only follow the previous experience in dealing with arrow wounds, tie up the patients and hold them down tightly, put wooden sticks in their mouths, and then use The lead bullets were pulled out of the wound with a knife, herbal ointment was applied and bandages were wrapped.

For those wounded whose limbs are obviously irreparable, there is only one way to use them - to cut them off with a saw.

Paul happened to witness such an unfortunate operation, and the tragic scene made him quickly exit the tent after only one glance.

Bryce said to him quietly: "Those who are clearly irreparable, aren't they..." He made a gesture of wiping his neck.

After struggling for a while, Paul said helplessly, "Give them a good time."

Even the captives and wounded who were treated could only do their best and obey the destiny. In this world with backward medical technology and little concept of hygiene, even if their lives are saved temporarily, many wounded will die from wound infections such as tetanus, and the mortality rate is extremely high.

This inspection reminded Paul that it was time to establish a more formal medical system, especially in the military.

In the previous battles, Arda's army relied on its equipment advantages and system advantages to crush the opponent, and its own casualties were very few, but what about the future?

In case of encountering an evenly matched or stronger opponent in the future, there will be a large number of seriously injured, so field medical treatment is very important. Do you have to rely on the primitive medical technology in front of you or the holy water of the magic sticks to treat your precious soldiers?

Never! Every soldier is precious, how much effort has been devoted to them. In the current situation where the army is not large, the death of every soldier is an extremely heavy loss, especially those experienced veterans, who are the seeds of future army expansion.

Moreover, the folks also need an advanced medical system. Not to mention other things, just the matter of women giving birth, the mortality rate from mothers to infants is extremely high. Paul remembered some information he had read in his previous life, which showed that the maternal mortality rate in ancient China was as high as 30%, and the infant mortality rate was about 200‰ before the founding of New China. Presumably, in this world where the level of social development is similar to that of the Middle Ages, these data are also It won't look good.

"Even if the medical level cannot be improved immediately, at least the nursing level must be improved. This is quite easy to do."

Paul looked at the messy wounded camp ~www.readwn.com~ and thought so.

He remembered that in the Crimean War, although there were military doctors in the British army, the death rate of the wounded was still high, until the arrival of Nightingale, the originator of nursing. Although Nightingale did not have superb medical skills, she actually reduced the death rate of British soldiers from 42% to 2.2% by virtue of cleaning the hospital wards, washing the soldiers' clothes, and improving the ventilation and drainage environment. She also earned the title of "Goddess with the Lamp" because of her meticulous care of the soldiers. Based on his own investigation and military data, Nightingale used statistical knowledge to make an analysis report on soldiers' health, thus confirming that the number of people who died of disease infection during the war far exceeded the casualties directly caused by the war.

Let's start by improving the sanitation of the prisoner camps. From the day of the military reform, Paul has always emphasized the sanitary conditions in the barracks, so the places where the soldiers themselves live are very clean, but they don’t pay much attention to the places where the prisoners are housed.

He called the officer in charge of the prison camp and gave him a severe criticism.

"The prison camp is so messy, what if a disease breaks out and infects us?"

The Earl was very angry, and the officer was so trained that he dared not speak out.

A lot of care measures for the wounded and wounded were put forward, for example: garbage and dirty water should be cleaned up in time;

"What is sterilization? Just do it first."

After giving instructions, Paul returned to the lord's mansion, and the soldiers on guard told him that Earl Mellon Garnard was already waiting for him inside.

So fast? He was a little surprised.

Well, it's time to have a good talk with this blood sworn brother.