Chapter 111: His Heart Can Be Killed
As soon as the words of not being touched by mud and heart-killing, Lu Shi heard something was wrong. He looked at Tianxing with trepidation, but saw Tianxing smiling like a flower on his face, without any displeasure at all, and he felt a little relieved.
In fact, Lu Shi was really too concerned. When Guo Tianxing heard the leader praise his husband, he was honored and didn't even think about it elsewhere. It was so beautiful.
Buzhanni saw Lu Shiyi frowning, and then secretly looked at Tianxing, secretly shocked. After seeing Tianxing again, he was not moved by his words at all. He even looked proud and couldn't help but complain in his heart: "What a stupid man, he really wasted his thoughts."
In fact, during the war, all families need to unite and gain rice, fat, money and grain to strengthen their strength. However, in the meantime, Lu Shi's mental and intelligent means were seen. Now Lu Shi has no ambition yet. Once his ambition raises his head and truly supports the star. As long as they are given a period of time, northern Shaanxi will no longer be his own world. Through this opportunity of the alliance, the forces he is diligent in running will be offset and broken. Therefore, the seeds of suspicion must be planted among the two of them in this seemingly inadvertent manner and the unity of the two of them will be broken.
It is difficult for a copycat that is not in harmony with the internal situation to achieve great things, and it will lose one of its own enemies.
But it seemed that the effect was not good. Lu Shi looked at him without any dissatisfaction. He just thought that he was speaking inappropriately. Guo Tianxing looked even more happy. This somewhat disappointed him. However, everything had to be done slowly, and the seeds would sprout sooner or later.
The following thing is to distribute the spoils this time.
This time, everyone had made a lot of money, so according to the method Lu Shi said, he left 10% as a compensation for the casualties, and then according to the number of troops sent at the beginning, and calculated by one hundred people per share, the corresponding one share of money, grain and cloth. The number of people was nothing. It was all counted at the beginning of the alliance. For example, the Woniushan tribe occupied thirty shares, and a tiger tribe accounted for 44 shares. Of course, the most troops were sent without mud, and the big head was taken. Other small players also had their own shares.
Now it seems that this distribution method is very fair, and there is no dispute and greed. It is just that everyone quarreled over the details.
This is just that most of my strong family is strong, so everyone who comes is the old and the weak.
This quarrel was handled by Zhao Xing. Zhao Xing was born as a housekeeper and was smart and smart. He was very skillful in doing this. In addition, Lu Shi had explained that there was no need to be serious about this wealth and goods. First, he had obtained the Zhang family's savings for a hundred years and had gained gains. Moreover, he was originally going to use everyone's strength to save the Zhang brothers and the villagers stationed in Bingshan. Now that the purpose is achieved, it is not important to suffer some losses in wealth and goods. This will be better discussed.
But Zhao Xing, with the idea of not giving up on Woniu Mountain, letting the brothers on the mountain see their abilities. He was so plain, always with a professional smile, and he was calm and scrambled with the rough men who knocked on the table and stools, blushed and thick-necked, and often achieved unexpected results.
When the night was dark, the spoils were divided and the meeting ended perfectly when Lu Shi was constantly wandering around.
This is a successful conference, a happy conference.
Xiao Danzi didn't contribute much, but got unexpected wealth, money and food. Big Danzi made great efforts, which also made Xiao Danzi give up some of the subsidies. How could everyone not be happy in this way?
The rest is the distribution of 10% of the casualties and injuries.
As soon as this matter was brought up, everyone started to make trouble again and reported their own casualties. As a result, almost all the dead were dead, and few injured soldiers reported it, which made Lu Shi rarely sad.
At this time, the battlefield is far more injured than death, but due to people's medical conditions and meaning, those disabled are useless things and do not want to waste their shortage of resources on them, so they let themselves fend for themselves.
The Han people are somewhat human, but the barbarians and foreign tribes are the most practical, and they even abandon the injured.
When I was reading "History of Yuan Dynasty", I was surprised and incredible that the army of the pride of heaven came and went like the wind. Today, they captured and robbed a city. After burning and killing, they took limited supplies and almost all gold and silver, roared for a hundred miles overnight, and then launched a lightning attack on another city. Is this speed possible? In principle, it is absolutely impossible to achieve, because your food and grass can be carried on the back of an extra horse of three horses or four horses, or looted on the spot. However, what should your injured companions deal with? If you take them, you will never have such speed. If you don't bring them, you will not be able to place them locally.
You should know that wherever they pass, they are so-called enemy-occupied areas. They almost only loot important towns and give up the countryside without oil and water. The people in the countryside are almost all your enemies. Leaving the wounded is one who is waiting to die. But if you leave only a part of the soldiers for their safety, then you will disperse their troops.
Later, I saw something in a book and solved these mysteries.
It’s very simple. If the barbarians go to fight, don’t let the wounded or leave the wounded.
On the battlefield, your companions are injured. As long as you can ride a horse, you will continue to follow the large army. If the injured cannot ride a horse, there are two consequences for you to choose from. First, you will die in an offensive battle, and second, you will be cut by your comrades.
It looked cruel but there was no way. Therefore, the barbarians attacked the entire area without fear of death, and they did not retreat even if they were injured. Until they died in battle, they were counted after the war, and there were only dead and no wounded soldiers.
Now, the pole has unconsciously followed this cruel rule. There are only two choices on the battlefield. Either you can keep up with the brigade, continue to work hard for the copycat, struggle for life, or die in battle and become a stepping stone for others to live. There is no third choice.
When talking about this issue, Lu Shi no longer stayed out of the matter, but listened carefully.
Here, Zhao Xing reported that the casualties were 501 brothers killed in battle, and almost 1,000 were injured. It can be said that after a battle, everyone was injured. Lu Shi couldn't help but sighed sadly. Under the suppression of his longbow, he cooperated with the quilt and then used the cauldron to remove the firewood from the bottom of the cauldron. He still suffered such casualties under the east and west. It seems that he can still avoid it in the battle.
A tiger reported that more than 800 were killed, and almost no injuries were injured. In fact, he knew that it was not that there was no, but that the injured were naturally implicitly ruled and included in the ranks of the dead.
The reason why a tiger suffered less casualties than the brothers in Woniu Mountain is because the main force in Xicheng is himself, and he is also a real fight to the death without retreating.
There were almost no casualties and injuries in the east and north of the city, and there was originally a bluff.
The focus of casualties was on the south of the city. According to reports and summary of the main forces in the south of the city, four thousand were killed on the first day of the south of the city. Listening to this number, Lu Shi couldn't help but feel blood in his heart. There was no wounded, all the elderly, weak, women and children, and they were consumed in vain on the first day, meaningless, but looking at the expressions of the leaders talking about these death numbers, there was no sadness or regret, as if they were said to have nothing to do with him.
It would be wrong to say that there was no expression. When the numbers were reported, a little excitement and greed flashed faintly in the eyes of the leaders.
Associating with his own regulations, Lu Shi suddenly realized it, but there were also waves of sadness. The fallen elders could exchange a lot of money and food for the leaders. How could this not make everyone excited?
During the daytime battle, about 5,000 more were killed in Nancheng. In this way, in the battle of Mizhi, there were 14,000 coalition forces.
Now Lu Shi is no longer struggling with whether it is worth it or not. Instead, he hates God for allowing him to travel through time, but does not give other time travelers the ample time to develop. He just drives himself into battle in this way. If he gives himself even a month, he will use the knowledge he has mastered to reduce casualties a lot, and at least seven or eight thousand old people will no longer be killed or injured in vain.
Thinking of this, Lu Shi sat upright and made up his mind to return to Woniu Mountain to rest and recuperate, carefully reorganize and train, turn his head, and create more powerful tools for future generations that can be created based on this era, and make sufficient preparations for his big plan when the weather is warm in spring, and no longer rely on the lives of these fellow villagers to survive.
Such numbers are summarized to the point where the mud is not stuck in the mud. When hearing it, I couldn't help but let out a long breath, then slapped the table excitedly and shouted: "Okay, great, this is a great victory, the real great victory." Then I stood up again and bowed to Lu Shiyi and said: "Sir, great talent, if it weren't for the good arrangements, creating a long bow weapon, and inventing the miracle of quilts, facing Mizhijian City, nearly 10,000 defenders, we would have had several times more casualties than our brothers, sir, great talent."
This is the truth. Although Lu Shi spoke humble, he accepted it calmly in his heart. Guo Tianxing was even more proud, as if this was his own contribution.
At this time, Budhim smiled and said to Guo Tianxing: "The boss has picked up such a talented military advisor. It's so blessed. Otherwise, I will exchange all the money and food I got from this war to exchange him with Guo Tianxing's brothers, how about it?"
As soon as these words were said, the audience was solemn, and the pole leaders were inhaling secretly. What a big deal, that was 100,000 silver dollars, tens of thousands of food and grass, and there were many other things. These things were just for a scholar? This is too much, this scholar is too valuable.
At the same time, it was also jealous of Lu Shi. Everyone knows how long can a small village that was originally poor and could not afford to lose money? How can it be compared to a large village that was run by generations without mud? That is the good place for stomping feet in northern Shaanxi.
But there are also people with a heart who suddenly change their color and think that as a senior, he can be punished if he says this.
So the lobby, which was originally chaotic in the market, suddenly became a sensation.
Chapter completed!