Chapter 523

The west wind hunts. Under the west gate, there are many long guns, flying brocade flags and roaring horses.

"Your majesty! The time has come!"

Pound looked at the hour behind Li Shimin and said a word to remind him.

Li Shimin nodded, waved his big hand and said, "beat the drum and go out!"

Suddenly, eighteen war drums beat on the west gate, and the sound of the drums shook the sky and spread all over Chang'an city.

"We're going to fight!"

The people of Chang'an City were stunned and looked towards the west gate. It was four years ago that Datang won a great victory and defeated the Turks, the most powerful enemy of Datang.

This time, Tuyuhun in the western expedition was reported by Mo magazine and Confucian magazine. People were already filled with righteous indignation. They heard that the imperial court sent troops to teach Tuyuhun a lesson, and they shouted happily.

"Let's go!"

Li Jing, who was wearing armor, gave a military salute to Li Shimin of the city wall, got up, mounted his horse and took the lead in jumping off.

"Boom, boom!" the army followed and rushed out of the west gate of Chang'an city.

The first to leave was naturally the right guard led by Li Jing. Then, Zuo Xiaowei and Zuo Wei... When Cheng biting Jin led his left leader guard proudly past Merton, this round of fire monitor set out for the battle.

"Wine worship Lord, it's time to go out!" Xue Rengui reminded.

Merton nodded and looked up at the city wall. A Miaoman figure was particularly eye-catching wearing a gold strand.

"Princess Changle!"

People's hearts moved. The story of Princess Changle and mojiazi had been spread all over the world. In addition, the iconic golden strand was clear at a glance.

Merton waved to Princess Changle. When he saw Princess Changle waving back, he turned over and mounted the horse.

"Drive!"

The firearm supervisors set off one after another until the figure of the firearm supervisor gradually moved away. Princess Changle took back her eyes.

"This smelly boy!" Li Shimin couldn't help humming when he saw this scene.

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Turning straight on the road, the shadow under Merton's crotch was like regaining freedom. Under Merton's control, the shadow ran back and forth in the team, very vigorous.

"It's really a good horse!" Cheng Yaojin, who also inspected the army, just inspected the rear army. When he saw the vigorous shadow, he couldn't help praising it. Jue Ying has been training in Mo mansion since she recovered. She has already recovered her former Shenjun.

"Uncle Cheng is flattered. Although the vanishing shadow is good, it can't be compared with Uncle Cheng's battle horse!" Merton praised Cheng Yaojin's unusually strong yellow puma.

Cheng Yaojin immediately showed a proud look and said, "this horse can be said to have followed me for many years. When I hit the Turks in the north, I rode this horse to break the teeth of the Turks."

"Uncle Cheng Yingwu!" Morton flattered.

"Mohism is really rich and powerful. Nephew Mo, it's comfortable for you to march!" Cheng Yaojin smacked at the long carriage team of the fire monitor.

In the team led by Merton, in addition to more than 30 hundred cavalry officers and soldiers on horseback, half of the Mohist children walk and half drive. When they are tired of marching, they can rotate.

As for the doctors of Mo hospital, they all take carriages. There are more horses and carts in the whole team than people. This March is the envy of the left leader of the rear team.

Merton said with a wry smile, "Uncle Cheng, except for hundreds of horses, most of the boys are led by ordinary people. Naturally, they can't compare with the long-trained firearms prison. If they want to March like ordinary soldiers, it's estimated that they will be reduced by half if they can't reach Lanzhou. How can they go to battle to serve the country."

Cheng Yaojin nodded and said, "I naturally have no opinion, but injustice is the most taboo in the army. I also remind nephew Mo Xian."

Merton suddenly realized that there were many proud and powerful generals in the army. If he saw that the firearm supervisor was so relaxed and determined to be dissatisfied, he might have more trouble. He hugged Cheng Yaojin with gratitude and said, "thank you for your advice. I know what to do."

Under Cheng Yaojin's curiosity, Merton waved his big hand and shouted, "the Mexican hospital raises the flag."

Suddenly, more than twenty four wheeled carriages raised the Red Cross flag at the same time. Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but smack his tongue and said, "there are twenty carriages in the ink hospital alone."

Merton shook his head and said, "this is nothing. This is the first batch of common wound and common drugs. A large number of real medicinal materials are still hoarding in Chang'an City, waiting for general Su to help us transport them."

"Young master, what can I do for you?" Mo Wuyi, dressed in white, panted and ran in front of Merton.

Merton looked at Mo Wu, who had been running for a while, and couldn't help sweating. He frowned and said, "it's only a year and a half. Your body is so weak."

When Mojia village was poor, Mowu was thin, but also very strong. He was not as weak as he is now.

Mo Wu said with a bitter smile, "what the young master taught me is."

He has been studying hard in Mohist hospital recently, and his health has indeed decreased greatly. He is still young and strong, no different from an ordinary person.

"You should immediately send the medical team of Mo hospital into six teams, one team, two carriages, an ambulance, a medicine cart, and hurry to each guard." Merton ordered.

Mo Wu immediately wondered, "why is this? Haven't you fought yet? There are no wounded soldiers who need treatment."

Not only Mo Wu was puzzled, but even Cheng Yaojin was greatly puzzled. He mentioned that Merton's troops were too good. I'm afraid other soldiers were dissatisfied. However, Merton drove the carriage directly to the six guards.

Merton explained: "although there is no injury treatment, you can teach the soldiers first aid knowledge at rest."

"First aid knowledge!" Mo Wu thought.

"Nephew Mo, this is a wonderful plan! In this way, let alone these doctors in carriages, they are willing to carry them!" Cheng Yaojin praised.

Merton nodded and said, "remember, we should focus on publicity. That is, as long as it is carried to you alive, you are sure to save him."

"Ah! It's impossible!" Mo Wu's palm trembled.

Merton frowned and asked, "what is the cure rate of injuries in your hospital?"

"Ninety percent! If the injury is too serious, there is no way." Mo Wu answered truthfully.

"Say by ten percent!" Cheng Yaojin suddenly shouted.

Mo Wu didn't understand: "isn't that cheating the soldiers?"

Cheng Yaojin said faintly, "is there any difference between 90% and 100%. What the soldiers need is living faith. As for the serious injury, it can only be resigned to fate."

The cure rate of 90% is not too high compared with the cure rate of 30% of the wounded soldiers in the military.

"Little understand!" Mo Wu suddenly said.

Then he returned to the motorcade. Soon, twelve carriages set off one after another. When the Red Cross flag of Mo hospital floated in front of all the soldiers, the name of the doctor instantly spread to all the soldiers.