These days, if night fell and no bonfire was lit, or there was no source of fire nearby,
that was an extremely dangerous thing to do!
"Someone!"
Shen Mu knew the urgency of the situation, yet he was not impatient. Instead, he calmly issued his order. "Pass on my command. Have everyone..."
But as he spoke, Shen Mu seemed to think of something, and his voice paused slightly.
Then, under the surprised gazes of the nearby Mount & Blade soldiers who had only suffered light injuries or were uninjured, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
It seemed that, based on the Mount & Blade Rules from before,
there was no need to worry too much.
Shen Mu glanced at the wounded still lying against the wall, then waved his hand. "It's fine now. Go tend to the wounded and gather them all together."
"...Yes." The soldiers responded hesitantly, but they still chose to obey Shen Mu's arrangements.
They then continued tending to the wounded.
Especially those who were seriously injured, unable to move, either suffering severe fractures or excessive blood loss, and clearly unconscious. One by one, their comrades silently gathered them together for concentrated care.
Though it was called care, all they could really do was place them together and wait to see what fate had in store for them.
The wounded themselves understood that as well.
After all, in the worlds of the original Mount & Blade: Warband or Bannerlord, even doctors were mostly little more than novice healers who muddled through with guesswork, simply bandaging bleeding wounds.
Being able to pull out arrowheads, clean wounds, and understand the medicinal effects of certain herbs to ease fever and inflammation
already qualified one as a top-notch physician!
So now, these wounded men were either asleep from