Jinyang is the capital of Jin State and the largest city in the North. It covers an extremely large area and has a large population.

As the overlord of the north, the Jin State shocked more than a dozen surrounding vassal states.

In the north, the only one who can fight it is Zhao State.

After the Zhao State experienced the War between Wei and Zhao, it could only barely resist the Jin State's military strength and had lost the ability to compete with it.

Under such circumstances, successive kings of the Jin Dynasty built this glorious Jinyang City for three generations.

Jinyang City is eight miles wide from north to south and sixteen miles wide from east to west. The city wall is nine feet high and about two feet thick. There are also many urn cities.

It can be said that it is almost impossible to attack Jinyang head-on.

However, there is a prerequisite for all this, that is, the soldiers in the city are willing to stick to it.

The current situation is that although there are still about 300,000 Jin troops in the city, they can be said to have almost no morale.

Two days have passed since Liu Hao led his men to annihilate Zhao Xuan.

For the past two days, Liu Hao has been arranging for people to collect the bodies of those killed in the war.

The soldiers of the Qin Army who were dispatched also attached great importance to this matter. They were extremely serious when sorting out the remains of these soldiers.

The people of Qin were fond of martial arts and admired brave men.

These Jin troops who died in battle were all warriors, so the soldiers of Qin also admired these warriors very much.

"Have the statistics been calculated?" Liu Hao asked, sitting on the main seat and looking at Huang Hao who had just walked into the tent.

"Back to the king, the statistics have been calculated." Huang Hao bowed to Liu Hao.

Then he handed the silk book in his hand to Liu Hao.

Liu Hao wrote the silk book, only glanced at it briefly, and then frowned.

"So many casualties?" Liu Hao frowned a little after seeing the silk book.

"Your Majesty, these Jin soldiers are all determined to die, so..." Huang Hao didn't know what to say.

When Liu Hao heard this, he also knew that what Huang Mao said was true.

These Jin soldiers were originally dead soldiers and would not surrender until they died.

Even if he was later captured because of his injuries, he was unwilling to receive treatment.

Of the 110,000-strong army, no one escaped. Seven floors were occupied by those who died in battle, and nearly two floors committed suicide after defeat.

Only about one level of Jin soldiers were left, and they were captured by the Qin army because they were injured and unconscious.

Liu Hao rubbed his eyebrows. He really didn't expect that these Jin soldiers were really unwilling to surrender? Even if they were captured, they also wanted to commit suicide.

"Are our casualties high?" Liu Hao suddenly asked.

"Go back to the king, the damage we have done is not small." Huang Hao bowed to Liu Hao and said.

"In this battle, our army suffered two casualties. Most of them fell off their horses and died."

When Liu Hao heard this number, he couldn't help but sigh.

Two layers of casualties, annihilating the opponent's 110,000-strong army. This achievement is a great victory for anyone.

Annihilation here does not mean defeat. Defeat, rout? It means defeating the enemy, but the enemy can retreat or move. In fact, the number of casualties is not necessarily large.

But annihilation is different. Annihilation refers to swallowing up the enemy's troops entirely and destroying them organically.

In other words, in simple terms? If it means defeating and routing these 110,000 Jin troops, then these Jin troops may not necessarily lose much. But if it is replaced by annihilation, then all of these 110,000 Jin troops will be gone.

Using 20,000 people in exchange for the opponent's 110,000 troops, a battle loss ratio of 1:5, this is not something that ordinary princes can achieve.

"I know, you go down and prepare. I will go to the wounded barracks later to check on the situation." Liu Hao waved his hand and said calmly.

"Here!" Huang Hao quickly agreed, knowing that this was Liu Hao's long-standing habit.

After every battle, Liu Hao would personally visit the wounded soldiers' camp to check on the condition of the wounded soldiers. On the one hand, he wanted to see how the wounded soldiers were doing and if there was anything Liu Hao needed to deploy.

On the other hand, it is actually to win over people's hearts and let these wounded soldiers know that the King is with them.

Huang Hao also agreed with this point. In his opinion, the one who is superior should win people's hearts in this way.

A little effort can yield a lot of benefits.

Soon, Liu Hao took Huang Hao and Liu Yu to the wounded soldiers camp in the rear camp.

Liu Hao smelled the smell of herbs in the air and the moans coming from the camp, and his expression became serious.

The soldiers guarding the wounded barracks saw Liu Hao coming and quickly saluted Liu Hao.

Liu Hao directly waved his hand to stop them, and then walked into the wounded barracks.

Liu Hao saw many soldiers wearing black linen clothes on camp beds.

"Come quickly! Help me hold him down!" A medical officer in a white coat shouted loudly to the apprentice on the side.

The soldier he was holding down was twisting his body crazily.

"Let me go! Let me go! Otherwise I will chop you to death!" the uncle shouted loudly.

"If I let you go, you will die!" the medical officer also yelled, and then pressed his upper body on the uncle's body.

"Even if I die, you won't be able to let you cut off my hand! I still want to contribute to the king's killing of enemies!" the uncle shouted.

"Fart! If you don't do the sawing, you are really going to die! Then, don't talk about making contributions to the king! You will also drag others down!" the medical officer said with some breathlessness.

"What's going on?" When Liu Hao saw this scene, he suddenly couldn't figure out what the two people were doing, so he asked loudly.

When the medical officer heard someone talking behind him, he was about to turn around and ask someone to come over and help.

But when he turned around, he found that the person standing behind him was Liu Hao, and he was so frightened that he knelt down.

"Greetings to the king!" the medical officer shouted loudly.

The uncle, who was originally suppressed, immediately got up from the bed when he heard Liu Hao's arrival.

"Young man, pay your respects to the king!" The uncle also clasped his fists and saluted Liu Hao.

But just this simple movement hurt so much that Bo Chang was sweating profusely.

"What's going on here?" Liu Hao asked.

Hearing Liu Hao's words, the medical officer raised his head and glanced at his uncle before saying, "Go back to the king! This uncle's arm was slashed by an enemy soldier, but due to the weather, infection and necrosis have occurred."

"The younger one was trying to amputate his leg, but he refused to do so."

"Your Majesty! I don't want to have my leg amputated, but I still want to kill enemies for Your Majesty!" The uncle heard the words of the medical officer and said quickly.

Hearing these words, Liu Hao began to frown. He knew that on the battlefield in ancient times, the most terrifying thing was not the enemy's sword, but the infection after injury.

"Show me your wound." Liu Hao looked at his uncle and said slowly.

When the uncle heard this, his face suddenly turned pale. He was a little worried that if his king saw the wound, he would ask the medical officer to amputate his leg.

He would rather die in battle than become a cripple.

However, as the uncle of the Qin State, it was even more impossible for him to disobey Liu Hao's orders.

So, he slowly stood up and took off his shirt.
Chapter completed!