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The chill in the warehouse was even more biting than the howling wind and snow outside.

Su Jin suppressed the coldness in his heart and thoroughly saw through the rotten roots of the northern border.

The veterans in the garrison were forced out to fight for food, argue, and fight internally.

The real harm is caused by the high-level officials within the customs.

They sit in the warm house, make money and suck blood, embezzle grain, grass and weapons at every level, hollow out the entire northern Xinjiang defense line, and use the lives of frontline soldiers as bargaining chips in exchange for personal gain.

The imperial court is unreliable, and the reinforcements are unreliable. If you want to survive in the future, you can only rely on yourself and the few remaining brothers.

"Everyone gathers immediately, counts the casualties, checks the injuries, save people first, and then do anything."

Su Jin turned around, her voice not loud, but with a calm and majestic tone that had been through hundreds of battles.

Everyone did not dare to delay and quickly gathered statistics.

Blackstone Garrison originally had a staff of twenty-three people, but when the final result came out, the hearts of everyone in the room dropped heavily.

Five people were killed on the spot, and their bodies were cold and remained in this snowy field forever.

There were eighteen people left, none intact.

Three of them were seriously injured, with stab wounds penetrating their bodies, broken bones and dislocated bones, nearly exhausted blood, and their breath was so weak that they could be cut off at any time.

Even General Liu Tun, who had been guarding the border for several years and was used to seeing life and death, shook his head and sentenced him to death after seeing the injuries.

According to the rules of the military camp in the past, such critically injured soldiers who were near death would be directly counted as killed in battle and left to fend for themselves in the snow. No grain of food or effort would be wasted to save them.

The remaining fifteen people seemed to be able to stand and walk, but in fact, everyone was injured, scratched by knives, scratched by arrows, frostbitten, and their physical strength had long been exhausted to the limit.

Everyone agreed that the three seriously injured brothers would never survive the night.

Only Su Jin had calm eyes and no intention of giving up.

He was a real field veteran before time travel and knew best first aid in desperate battlefield situations.

Military doctors rely on medicinal materials and equipment, and he relies on practical skills derived from human lives.

As long as a person still has breath, he is not dead.

Without waiting for anyone to react, Su Jin immediately came to the rescue.

Burning snow water was used to debridement, red-hot iron sheets were pressed to stop bleeding, dislocated broken bones were connected with bare hands, and wounds were fixed with tight cloth strips.

Every movement is crisp and precise, with no trace of excess.

The severe pain caused the three seriously wounded soldiers to faint and wake up again and again. Cold sweat mixed with blood soaked through their armor.

But it was this set of rough first aid techniques that others could not understand and had never heard of before, which forcibly pulled back the lives of the three people who were about to float away.

Fortunately, it is winter now, so the wound is difficult to get infected.

A group of veterans next to me were dumbfounded the whole time, their eyes almost bulging out.

General Liu Tun froze on the spot, his face full of disbelief.

He has seen regular military doctors in the imperial court and medical craftsmen serving in the customs. No one has ever been able to hang up three mortal lives in a desperate situation without medicine or equipment.

"Brother Su, Su... is this... really possible?" Zhou Scar's throat was dry and he was trembling as he spoke.

In his opinion, this kind of injury cannot be saved by gods.

"Can live."

Su Jin wiped off the blood on his hands and spoke firmly.

"It's just that the fort is leaking and it's bitterly cold. If you stay here, you will freeze to death even if you are rescued."

He made quick arrangements immediately.

"The hidden cave in the back mountain is dry and protected from the wind, making it an excellent retreat."

"Immediately carry the three seriously injured brothers to the back mountain. Be careful throughout the process and don't bump the injured area."

"Chen Shitou stayed in the cave, watched over him carefully, never left, boiled water to warm himself, and kept an eye on his injuries."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was completely stunned.

At the border these days, the most worthless thing is the life of a soldier.

The fortress is in dire straits and cannot protect itself. Who would waste manpower, energy, and materials to protect three seriously injured people who are basically equivalent to dead people?

Everyone felt it was not worth it, except Su Jin who had a tough attitude.

"As long as you don't close your eyes, you are my brother."

"I, Su Jin, never give up on any living person when fighting."

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