In their eyes, this life-saving divine object capable of killing ninety percent of bacteria was actually just... an anesthetic used for pain relief!
A placebo that was drunk to let wounded soldiers meet death in a drunken stupor!
How absurd!
How pitiful!
"General?"
Wu Qian watched the expression on Wei Zhe's face turn incomparably ugly in an instant, his heart skipping a beat as he thought he had said something wrong.
"Does the general feel that this action wastes military supplies?"
"This subordinate knows his crime! But... but watching comrades agonizingly die of pain right before my eyes, this subordinate... simply cannot bear it!"
Wei Zhe did not answer him.
He merely turned his head and looked at Zhang Han.
That gaze was so chilling that even Zhang Han could not help shuddering.
"Zhang Han."
"Here!"
"Go to the logistics department and bring all the strong liquor here."
"Bring all the hemostatic herbs, all the ginseng, and all the cloth."
"Tell the quartermaster this is my general's order. Whoever dares to stop it, whoever dares to withhold it, is to be executed immediately!"
"Understood!"
Zhang Han did not dare ask further, immediately taking the order and leaving.
Upon seeing this, Wu Qian's face instantly revealed wild joy.
"Many thanks, General! Many thanks, General!"
He was so moved that tears streamed down his old face, and he bowed repeatedly.
The several medical officers behind him also collectively breathed sighs of relief, gratitude showing on their faces.
However, a medical officer standing behind Wu Qian, who looked quite young with a hint of arrogance between his brows, furrowed his brow.
He stepped forward and cupped his fists toward Wei Zhe.
"The general loves his soldiers like sons, and this subordinate admires that. Only... the general just gave the order to boil a