Mount and Blade Central Asia

More than 200 weapons of various types, in addition, 17 ownerless war horses were also counted as Li Rufeng's spoils of war. They came from the knights of Hezhong who had withdrawn from the battlefield.

The most noteworthy part is the fierce slave cavalry of Dost. The full sets of heavy armor, weapons, and horse armor they are equipped with are all good things that cannot be bought with money.

Although Li Rufeng only captured three heavy cavalry horses in the end, this was a grassland after all. As long as there were standards, he could always pick out some qualified horses to use those horse armors.

Li Rufeng obtained a total of four sets of intact cavalry equipment and six sets of cavalry armor marked as damaged.

Among the three knights who fell into the water, one may have struggled for a while before being drowned and was not successfully rescued. This made Li Rufeng feel like he had lost 100 million.

Perhaps because there is no trading store, the system directly discounts the total value of the captured equipment and counts it as a monetary reward after the battle.

Li Rufeng received a virtual income of 8653 dinars in total. Although these things could not be used in the real world, they greatly compensated for Li Rufeng's spending pressure in the military interface.

Before this, Li Rufeng only had 1000 dinars, and he had to pay 3 dinars to his slaves every week. But now there are a total of 40 cavalrymen in Li Rufeng's team, and the military expenses he needs to pay every week are as high as 492 dinars.

Li Rufeng's total assets are only 9607 dinars. If he doesn't consider increasing revenue, it will be enough to cover the expenses of the current-sized army for less than twenty weeks.

The command ability granted by the system is certainly useful, but the huge military expenditure is also placed in front of Li Rufeng...

There are also captives. After a systematic inventory, there are now a total of ninety-seven captives in front of Li Rufeng, half of whom are marked as injured.

In the traditional Mount & Blade series, as time goes by, the captured soldiers will continue to increase their obedience value. When the obedience value is high enough, you can choose to recruit soldiers under your command, but doing so will reduce the strength of the troops themselves.

morale.

But in the real world, at least in this land, surrender is much simpler, or in other words, being recruited as a soldier again is the best way out for this group of people.

Under normal circumstances, they would first need to be driven as slaves for a period of time, undergo cruel survival screening, and then gain trust before they would have the opportunity to take up arms again and fight for their freedom.

Li Rufeng did not intend to break this custom. He did not have the ability to do so for the time being, nor could he afford such a price.

The war took place in the headquarters of the Taiba tribe. The hands of these people were stained with the blood of Taiba women and children. Those men who took up arms and fought back needed time to heal their wounds.

Even Li Rufeng himself felt uneasy when he returned to the tribal barracks.

How many people died that night? Whose husband, whose wife, whose child, whose parents, will never see their loved ones again?

As the shouts and cries of killing completely dissipated, the Taierbahe cavalry drove the captured prisoners back to the tribal camp step by step with difficulty.

When Li Rufeng saw the fire in the camp again, the sky was already bright and dawn had arrived. The new day was not hindered by the sufferings of the world and began as usual.

Bater is worthy of being Li Rufeng's apprentice who has been trained for more than a year. He has learned Li Rufeng's style of doing things without any guidance. He firmly believes that in chaos, the worst order is better than no order, and the stupidest order is better than no order.

So when the camp was leaderless, he stood up alone and began to organize women and children old enough to put out the fire, accommodate the wounded, and collect supplies.

Bater even dispatched people to cook porridge and kill sheep to make soup in the central square of the tribe. Both the injured and the returning warriors needed extra calories.

When Li Rufeng came back, the crying in the camp had become much quieter, and there were more voices of women constantly asking Bater what they were going to do now.

Bater had traveled extensively with Li Rufeng and had been exposed to modern medicine. He made a simple distinction based on the types of wounded soldiers.

He cooked a small pot of soup with millet fruit and added a lot of other spices and sugar. The strong aroma kept attracting the children around to peek in.

But these soups were distributed to the seriously injured soldiers who were destined to die.

They were injured but not dead, lying there uttering soft sounds, longing for the hope of living. Bater could only use the soup to numb their pain and let them pass away more peacefully in their last moments.

Originally, Wu Sali was the orthodox shaman master of alchemy, but now he can no longer stand up to brew "magic potions", and can only let the fool Bartel waste all his treasured raw materials.

Li Rufeng walked into the tribal camp and gave the order to the cavalry to disperse. With a look of pity on his face, he walked past the crying and confused faces.

These people knelt on the ground and begged Shaman Rufeng to save their families, but Li Rufeng couldn't take care of them now. The person he was looking for was lying in the tent.

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Chapter 46 Amputation

Li Rufeng stretched out his hand to confirm that Bao Rizhebu still had a heartbeat and was still breathing, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

When Bater heard that Li Rufeng had returned, he hurried over to him and quietly reported what he had done. He then told Li Rufeng, "There are a total of 197 wounded, 53 of whom appear to be in serious condition."

"There were twenty-two people who looked hopeless, so we gave them comfort soup." When Bartel said this, he felt that every word was heavy, as if he had personally sentenced those people to death.

Li Rufeng waved his hand. He also had to make a choice. His time was limited, but the injuries of all the wounded were getting worse with the passage of time. There were 197 wounded soldiers. Even if he worked day and night, he couldn't take care of them all.

But now, he must prioritize treating Bao Rizhebu's leg injury.

At this time, Bao Rizhebu's injured leg had swollen to more than two times thicker than usual, and the knee was purple-black. Although the wound had been simply bandaged, blood was still flowing all over the floor.

"Prepare a clean tent, hot water, liquor, and my surgical kit." Li Rufeng called two people in, made a simple stretcher on the spot, and personally taught them how to place the wounded on the stretcher and transfer them, then handed the two people over to Bater.

"All the wounded will be transported on stretchers." Li Rufeng looked at Bao Rizhebu who was still frowning in pain on the stretcher. He reached out and touched his forehead, which was burning hot. His face suddenly became much uglier.

"Let Haishaer come to me first." Li Rufeng took what he wanted from Bater.

Another new order was given to Bater.

At this time, Haishar had just found his monstrous mount from the stable outside the camp and asked for a cup of hot water from the woman who was cooking porridge. The woman remembered his brave figure last night and shyly served him a large bowl of mutton soup.

Li Rufeng

The bastard just assigned him a new task, asking him to patrol outside, and Haishar agreed for the sake of the old shaman.

This was the time when the Taierbahe tribe was at its most vulnerable. Even if Duosite sent another 200 people to launch a sneak attack, they would not be able to withstand it.

Habashibuhua and Hulucierjia, two personal bodyguards, chased the knights in the river all the way last night, but there is still no sign of them. It is obvious that the two sides are still in a standoff of kite flying, and they can no longer be relied upon.

Although Li Rufeng said that Haishar was the only one in the camp whom he trusted and who was capable enough, Mengjiang still felt that Li Rufeng was taking revenge on him because he had thrown the Kaaba holy stone powder in his face last night.

When Bater found Haishaer wolfing down his food, he had already mounted his horse and was ready to set off.

"Shaman Rufeng needs your help." Bater lowered his head, not daring to look directly into the other horse's eyes. There seemed to be flames in those eyes, giving people a burning sensation at a glance.

...

Belén stood in front of the tent chosen as the operating room, boiling water in a large enough iron pot, and followed Li Ru's instructions.

Following Feng's instructions, the delicate metal tools in the surgical kit were placed into boiling water one by one and stewed.

Bao Rizhebu has been sent to the tent, which was originally Taierbahe's own tent, but he is dead now, and his wife is also missing in the battle last night. No one cares about such a trivial matter.

Li Rufeng washed his hands several times, rinsed them with strong liquor, and then used the disinfected dagger to cut open the clothes on Bao Rizhebu's lower body, exposing the wound.

To the naked eye, the visual impact of this crush injury is extremely strong. Under the terrifying weight of the heavy cavalry, human bones, muscles, and soft tissues are trampled by a single blow, and everything is mixed into a ball and turned into meat paste.

The strong pressure caused these things to instantly break through the barrier of the skin, scattering themselves outside and exposing themselves to the air.

Even in Li Rufeng's time, the only solution to this kind of injury was amputation.

The only difficulty was that the wound was located slightly above the knee, which meant that the amputation would need to start from the middle of the thigh to ensure that all the necrotic tissue was cut off.

The amount of bleeding from thigh amputation is much greater than that from below the knee amputation.

This was not the first time Li Rufeng had performed an amputation, but his previous patient eventually died from postoperative inflammation.

This time, the difficulty of the operation increased exponentially. All Li Rufeng could count on was his 50-point medical skill, which was better than 35 points, and his newly found assistant's good knife skills.

Oral wounds. The most feared thing about such large wounds is that they may cause neurological shock in the patient. But now Bao Rizhebu has no reaction, so he can only comfort himself that this is a good thing.

After Haishar had swung the sword, he put it away and stood there for half a minute before he fully recovered his energy. At this time, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the close-fitting clothes under his armor were all stuck to his body.

The strike of his was beyond the scope of normal martial arts. It was a strike beyond his own capabilities that a warrior who had been battling inhuman monsters and supernatural enemies for years had realized after countless life-and-death experiences.

Then Haishaer stood there and watched how Li Rufeng tied every blood vessel in the wound to stop the bleeding. This was a treatment method he had never seen before.

The Eagle of Order also has scholars who specialize in medical studies, but when they handle amputations, they mostly use fire therapy, using a hot iron to directly brand the wound to stop the bleeding.

However, most of the knights who were sent back to the Eagle of Order headquarters for amputation had already been weakened by the wounds on the way, and only a very few could endure this process.

The method Li Rufeng is using now is undoubtedly more sophisticated and gentle. After he has dealt with the blood vessels, he asks Bater to relax slowly to allow the blood to flow back to a limited extent, to prevent the blood vessel walls from being broken, and to prevent the limbs from not bleeding for a long time and causing new necrotic tissue.

Next came the bones. Although Haishar's knife was fast and accurate, there were still some uneven fractures on the broken bone surface. Li Rufeng used a copper file that seemed to have been sterilized to treat the wound.

Although Haishaer was accustomed to bloody fights, he still couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene.

Li Rufeng then rinsed the wound with light saline water at about 36 degrees that he had prepared in advance, until the blood flowing out of the wound turned bright red again.

He used fish gut as sutures to complete the final suture, which was the only part of the entire operation that he felt was under control.

After all, for a dentist of Li Rufeng's level, the closest thing to surgery he could perform was tooth extraction. It was easy to make an operation on the gums, but the difficult part was suturing.

Especially when extracting wisdom teeth, the suturing in the narrow space is particularly challenging for one's patience and manual dexterity.

Watching the wound left by the amputation being sutured and closed bit by bit, and the blood oozing from the wound gradually decreasing, Haishaer subconsciously followed Li Rufeng in breathing a sigh of relief, as if a huge stone had finally fallen to the ground.

"What are you still doing here? Go on patrol!" Li Rufeng turned around and looked at Haishaer who had been watching the entire operation from behind, and immediately glared at him.

She is a mixed-race girl with a high nose bridge and blue eyes. She is mainly responsible for assisting Li Rufeng in controlling the wounded during the operation and preventing them from moving.

In addition, Li Rufeng also selected four soldiers from the previous cavalry team whose families were safe or who had no families to worry about to serve as guards to prevent any accidents.

Because among all the fifty-three seriously injured people, he could only helplessly give up most of them and let Changshengtian take away their souls.

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Chapter 48: Shaman Like the Wind Says

"Shaman Rufeng! Please! You are the messenger of Changshengtian, please grant me a miracle and bring my love back!" A man still wearing armor knelt at Li Rufeng's feet, following Li Rufeng step by step, leaving two long marks behind him.

This was a cavalryman who had just followed Li Rufeng in his battles. His wife was stabbed in the abdomen by a Persian spear. Li Rufeng had seen that her liver was ruptured. Even if Changshengtian appeared and gave him a whole modern hospital, he could only watch the woman die before his eyes.

Having Li Rufeng sew up a wound or remove an appendectomy might not be a problem, but a ruptured liver might be something I can try once his medical skill level exceeds 200...

"You should stay by your wife's side now, accompanying her on her final journey." Li Rufeng sighed and helped the kneeling soldier to his feet. "Eternal Heaven has blessed me, allowing me to learn human medical skills and alleviate the suffering of patients, but it cannot heal wounds directly."

"Your wife...a place has been reserved for her on the Tengri grasslands. I can see the lush pastures, no wild beasts can harass her, and she has no enemies. The neighbors are all kind and amiable philosophers, and they will help her build a silk tent the likes of which you have never seen." Li Rufeng lowered his voice, as if trying to hypnotize him. "There, it's spring all year round, and there's a constant breeze, neither fast nor slow."

"I said, no one can be called the most selfless. Everyone has selfish desires. You only need to help others avoid starvation, while ensuring your own food supply. That's selflessness. When a traveler asks for a drink of water, you are willing to share. That's selflessness." Li Rufeng took the opportunity to expound on the standard of righteousness that conforms to his own moral values. "Tengri said, I'm wrong. He said that everyone can do these things. In the future, His grasslands will be overcrowded."

"I say, Tengri is wrong." Li Rufeng heard the people around him exclaim in surprise. He was very satisfied with their reactions. "Everyone can do it, but they usually only do it once. The hard part is doing it for a lifetime, day in and day out. If you do that, are you qualified to enter your grassland?"

"This time, Tengri said, yes, this is a righteous man, when he comes to my grassland, I will treat him as a guest of honor!" Li Rufeng breathed a sigh of relief. This was something he had thought about when he was free at night. His original intention was just to kill time.

But the old shaman agreed with his argument. He said, "No one can predict the future, but in the field of Changshengtian belief, we both agree that it is the industry standard. You can treat it as a requirement for your believers and promote it."

Now, Li Rufeng has found an opportunity to promote it, but the old shaman can no longer see it. Looking at the infatuated expressions of the people around him, he feels a sense of loss and regret.

"Let's go." Li Rufeng waved his hand listlessly. His spirit was almost at its limit at this time, but the wounded soldiers supported him and forced him to continue.

As a leader, the easiest way to make people believe your lies is to lead by example yourself.

Chapter 49 He is already the master here

Huluchirjia and Habashibuhua returned when it was almost dark. There were more than fifty people when they left, and when they came back there were a full sixty-seven people, plus eleven corpses, and more than thirty extra horses.

They chased the group of river people for a full nine hours, and finally captured more than 20 prisoners, more than 30 horses, and brought back the bodies of their own people.

In terms of ferocity and toughness, these Mongols of the Eastern Chagatai Khanate were much stronger than the veteran soldiers raised in Transoxiana. When these people dismounted, they could not even close their legs and their muscles were completely stiff.

The women came forward to offer hot soup to help the men wash away the dust and blood. As for the captives, they were temporarily locked up in the horse farm like other captured prisoners of war, waiting for their final fate to come.

The person who truly controlled their fate was Li Rufeng, who was almost exhausted. Except for some time spent giving a speech, he spent almost all the rest of his time treating the wounded.

Among the fifty-three seriously injured people, eleven have been treated by him. Among them are men, women, and even three children.

While he was treating these people, eighteen seriously injured people eventually died before Li Rufeng performed miracles on them.

She enjoyed a certain reputation in the Wuer community and was eventually chosen by Butu Bashin and married into his tent. They had three children who survived in infancy: two sons and one daughter. The eldest one was nine years old this year and was named Wulusi.

At this time, he was standing next to Medina Taher, with tears on his face. Obviously, he had not recovered from the battle last night, but for the sake of his mother behind him, he still tried to straighten his chest and raise his head to make himself look taller.

"Orus is already nine years old. Although Taierbahe and Butubasin are dead, there are still men in our family." Medinatah, dressed in a gorgeous dress, sat in the middle of the tent, surrounded by four nobles from the Taierbahe tribe.

Among the four, Mirzan is the tribe's money bag responsible for purchasing furs and negotiating prices with passing caravans. Because he is fair, he is very prestigious in the tribe.

Gudi'er is the largest horse breeder in the tribe. He has many wives and gave birth to nineteen sons. His family has never been divided and is the most powerful family in the tribe.

As for the other two people, one was Taierbahe's most trusted warrior, Tulik, who had the command of all the soldiers in the tribe. Medinatah knew that he would definitely support her.

One was an outsider, Sayyid Kuda, a Tajik born in Bukhara, a devout Muslim who came with a caravan. Seeing the large number of people in the Taiba tribe, he volunteered to stay and preach.

Wusali gradually lost the trust of Tailbah and his son because of Sayyid Kuda's obstruction.

Medina Tahe knew that Tulik had always been infatuated with her, and she was confident that she could make Tulik obedient with her charm, but the Khitan shaman's reputation was too high now. She had met several soldiers who had followed him to the battlefield earlier today, and all of them had become his loyal believers.

She could only pray that Tulik's prestige was still there. As for Sayyid Kuda, Medinatah didn't even need to take the initiative to persuade him, he had already come over.

"Orus's father and grandfather both died bravely in battle, so he should become the new leader of the tribe." Sayyid Kuda spoke first.

It took him seven months to gradually understand Wusali's influence in the Taierba tribe, but in the blink of an eye, a new enemy appeared before him and instantly took away his efforts.

Even just a glance at those fools made Sayyid Kuda feel heartbroken, thinking that their minds had been polluted by primitive and ignorant beliefs.