Sun Ce wanted to use Dian Wei's strength to figure out what level of martial arts he had, but the result was not satisfactory. He defeated Dian Wei, but Dian Wei was not Dian Wei on the battlefield at this moment. His murderous aura was still there, but the situation was different. His reaction was completely different, but he just didn't realize it. If he was on the battlefield, there was no room for Dian Wei to go around his side to launch an attack. The seemingly subtle difference determines the nature of the battlefield and the game field.

So although Dian Wei admired Sun Ce's martial arts and perfectly fulfilled the task of highlighting Sun Ce's glorious image, Sun Ce was still very resentful. He forced Dian Wei to fight again and again, and he stopped until he used Dian Wei's knife to cut Dian Wei's pair of iron halberds into firewood sticks.

Dian Wei once again expressed surrender to Sun Ce's eyes. When Sun Ce initially said that his halberd was not good, he was not convinced, but now he is convinced. The sword and the halberd were both beaten by a blacksmith, but the halberd was cut by the knife, but the sword only collapsed a few holes, which is enough to prove that Sun Ce's eyesight in identifying weapons is more superb than his martial arts.

Distinguishing the instrument is a very magical science, only those wise men with extensive knowledge and knowledge can do it. Dian Wei only heard of it, but he didn't see it with his own eyes. Now he finally saw it, and he was a young man in his sixteens and seventeen years old, and also had outstanding martial arts skills, which made him express his admiration.

Sun Ce was speechless about Dian Wei's admiration. He knew nothing about it, but he only had a certain understanding of the technological level of this era.

Dian Wei's appearance further shattered Sun Ce's fantasy of magical martial arts, but it does not mean that Dian Wei has no value. As a raven who has been making a living in the world at a very young age, countless life-and-death battles have determined that his martial arts will not be fancy, all of which are the most practical moves, and his personal talent is really good. It is rare to have strong strength, but being able to use double halberds and long swords so well can not only achieve it with strong strength. As the saying goes, it is much more difficult to see the hand of one sword, and to see the hand away with two swords, and to hold the soldier with both hands is much more difficult than holding the soldier with one hand. Dian Wei has never worshipped a famous teacher, and it all depends on his own understanding. This is enough to show that he is extremely talented in martial arts.

His shortcomings are caused by his family background, without knowledge, theoretical gaps, and insufficient social status and economic conditions to visit the inherited warriors.

Sun Ce is not a famous teacher, but he can provide theory, and he has a father who is equally superb in martial arts but rich in experience. He can combine all aspects of the conditions, so he may improve Dian Wei's martial arts to a higher level.

"Give me three years to transform you into a master." Sun Ce patted Dian Wei's shoulder and said seriously. His expression was awesome, but his posture was a bit awkward. He was nearly eight feet tall and was much taller than ordinary people, but Dian Wei was half a head taller than him, and it was eight feet and seven inches tall. The posture of patting his shoulder was a bit laborious.

"Here." Dian Wei bowed to take the order and bent down ninety degrees so that Sun Ce could clap more easily.

"You..." Sun Ce pointed at Lin Feng and Beidou Feng. "I won the battle with him, and continued to be your captain. If I lost, he will be the captain."

Lin Feng and Beidoufeng looked at each other and rolled their eyes at the same time. They had already fought with Dian Wei on the battlefield. Beidoufeng had two moves, and Lin Feng had better, and had three moves. Experts could tell if there was any. They knew that they were not Dian Wei's opponent, and it would be boring to look for it any more. It was just that Sun Ce asked a warrior who had just surrendered as his personal guard, and he had to take charge of the personal guard camp, which was a bit sloppy.

Lin Feng reminded quietly: "Captain, we admit that we are not his opponent, but he just came. Are you familiar with the situation before talking about it?"

Sun Ce understood Lin Feng's meaning and nodded. "Okay. That's it, Dian Jun, from now on, you will be by my side."

Dian Wei was very grateful. He just had never read books and was not stupid, so how could he not hear Lin Feng’s implication? But Sun Ce insisted on letting him stay by his side, and this demeanor was enough to move him. He had fought under Zhao Chong for so long, and Zhao Chong always treated him as a strong man, and asked him to take charge of the flag, but did not say that he could command the personal guard. As soon as Sun Ce met, he asked him to be his personal guard, and the gap was too big.

"I wish to serve the lieutenant." Dian Wei knelt on the ground with one leg, clenched his fists with both hands, and raised it over his head.

Seeing this, Lin Feng had to shrugge and exchange a look of relief and a little disappointed with Beidou Feng. It is a good thing that Sun Ce has a demeanor, but being overwhelmed by a newcomer, they are somewhat depressed. Young people in their early twenties have no vanity. But with Dian Wei's strength here, they can't win at all, and they can only endure it if they are not convinced.

Cleaning the battlefield after the war is a very tedious job. Not only should a large amount of materials be sorted out, the bodies and bloodstains must be cleaned up, otherwise the decay of the corpse will cause an epidemic. Nanyang and Xiangyang are places where Sun Ce wants to build a base, and he does not want a major epidemic. The bodies of enemy soldiers are buried on the spot, and the corpses of soldiers who are already in the middle must be taken back and returned to their hometowns for burial as much as possible. The Han people believe in falling leaves and return to their hometowns. Even if they die in a foreign land, they must be sent back to their hometowns for burial as long as possible, so that they can be buried.

In addition, the wounds of the injured soldiers must be treated in time. For Sun Ce, he did not need to do the work of burying the corpse, but the inspectors must do it themselves. This was something that his father Sun Jian repeatedly reminded him before leaving the camp, and Zhou Yu also specifically reminded him. To become a famous general, these details should not be neglected. No one is willing to work hard for the superior people. Only those who are in harmony with the soldiers can be supported by the soldiers. The most famous example is of course Wu Qi sucking cervix for the injured soldiers. That is not a joke, but of course there are only a handful of people who can do it.

But to be honest, the wounded barracks are really not a place for people to stay. Not only are the ground covered with blood, but bloody wounds can be seen everywhere, and the ears hear painful moans and wails. The strong smell of blood that makes people want to vomit is unbearable. Sun Ce had secretly complained that the military camps of this era were like pigpens. Now he knows that compared with the wounded barracks, the military camps in peacetime are already very neat.

No wonder the famous scholars in the Wei and Jin Dynasties looked down on military men and refused to condescend even if they commanded the army to fight. This is indeed too far from their elegance of singing the wind and playing the moon. Of course, this also determines that it is difficult for them to become famous generals and rarely win battles.

Standing in front of the wounded man who had broken his leg but had to walk and was roaring with pain after taking a step, Sun Ce suppressed the sensation of vomiting in his heart, squatted down, looked at the bandaged wounds, and called the doctor in the army.

“Why not put on the plywood?”

"Pack..." The doctor looked confused.

Sun Ce was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that although the plywood was very simple, it was not at this time. At least it was not common. It was not until more than a hundred years later that Ge Hong recorded this technique into medical books. In this era, the channels for knowledge dissemination were not smooth, and other knowledge received limited attention except for Confucian classics. Confucian scholars would not be interested in recording small things like plywood.

"Sit down." Sun Ce signaled the injured soldiers.

The soldier was a little nervous. Dian Wei stepped forward, held him with one hand, and took him to the mound beside him to sit down. Sun Ce asked someone to take a few bamboo pieces, cut them flattened with the dagger she carried with him, and asked the doctor to correct the broken leg, clamp it with the bamboo piece, and tie it with a cloth. He had received first aid training before, but he had never practiced it. At this moment, he did it based on his memory and was a little busy. However, the doctors and soldiers on the side watched with relish. Regardless of whether this method was good for the recovery of the injury, at least the injured person would not have to walk with his broken leg.

"Tell everyone this method, not only doctors, but also soldiers, and the more they know, the better." Sun Ce stood up and looked around. "Saving one person is not only saving a warrior, but also saving a family."

"Here!" the soldiers replied with a loud bang.

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