"Victory means rushing forward" may be a derogatory term, but emotions can indeed be contagious. This is why momentum is like a rainbow.
At the north city gate, the defeated enemy army encountered another Ming army flanking and intercepting them. After a melee, dozens of mounted prisoners rushed out, and the remaining defenders were all destroyed in the city.
Searching and killing the remaining enemies and cleaning the battlefield, the Dongjiang Army immediately became busy in the city.
However, Guo Dajing did not participate in these tasks. After chasing to Beicheng and seeing that the victory was decided, he quietly came to the warehouse in the city, which was the county government office of Longchuan.
In his plan, sooner or later he would have to recruit a group of people or command an army, organize it according to his own will, and go fight.
The warehouse was no longer guarded, and the various departments of the Dongjiang Army were busy fighting and did not rush to occupy it first.
After all, they did not have an absolute advantage in terms of military strength, so Zhang Pan did not make such arrangements, but went into battle with all his troops.
For others, the supplies in the warehouse are not important, or they are not in a hurry to occupy them. Anyway, there will be no gold and silver treasures, and weapons and armor will not be lost.
Guo Dajing entered the warehouse, looking and picking up several large barrels of gunpowder, hundreds of firecrackers, dozens of relatively new clay bombs, a dozen bags of grain, and several pieces of cloth...
I am a hard-working porter with strong handling skills!
Guo Dajing's arms were sore and his forehead was sweating. Although he still had some strength left, apart from gunpowder, fire blunderbuss, and thunderbolts, he still had most of them left for the Dongjiang Army.
Hearing the voices outside, Guo Dajing did not leave from the warehouse door. Instead, he climbed high and climbed a pillar, jumped out of the warehouse window, and walked onto the street from the back door.
The sky has stretched a thin line of milky white, and the sun has not yet risen. It is a wonderful and vast moment.
"Captured six Jianlu people, forty-three people had their heads shaved, and obtained the head level 354..."
"There are more than forty stones of grain in the warehouse, five large barrels of gunpowder, forty-three fire guns, twenty-seven pieces of silk, satin and cotton, armor, guns and knives..."
"Our army lost 267 people and injured 136. Among them, the flag officer..."
Zhang Pan's armor was still on, and he was sitting in the hall of the county government with his golden sword, listening to the officers' report on the specific situation of the battle.
Even if the attack on the city was successful, the casualties were close to one to one, which shows that there is indeed a big gap in the combat power between the enemy and ourselves.
But in war, people must die. In that era, people obviously didn't care much about how many people died. In other words, for soldiers, grief was very short-lived.
Liu Xingzuo was sitting next to him. Although he was very brave during the battle, and it was the team he led that intercepted the enemy at the North City Gate, he was very low-key. Maybe he was used to being suppressed by Mao Wenlong, and his low-keyness had penetrated into his bones.
Although the enemy was not completely wiped out, and although the casualties were not small, this was indeed an uncompromising victory, and it was a rare beautiful battle in the history of the Dongjiang Army.
Zhang Pan also knew this. His face was reserved, but his heart was excited.
After the officers finished reporting, he took a deep breath and ordered: "Take turns to guard the city, take turns to rest, step up treatment of the wounded, collect the remains of the soldiers, retreat at noon, and return to Pidao."
It is impossible to hold on to Yongchuan. Even if there are reinforcements, it has no strategic value. It is not far from Yiju, and there are many captives there.
One hit and then go, this is also the Dongjiang Army's usual tactic on land. Zhang Pan felt that since he had won, the most important thing was to bring the troops back safely.
Liu Xingzuo waited for Zhang Pan to finish allocating his troops, then said with a smile: "The Sharp Saber Team should be credited with the first victory in capturing Longchuan."
Zhang Pan nodded his head in agreement. Regardless of whether Liu Xingzuo meant it or not, he added: "Guo Dajing should be remembered for his first contribution."
If you don't praise or promote your own subordinates, why should you wait for others? What's more, Guo Dajing's contribution is real, and he just rewards based on merit, without any fraud.
Liu Xingzuo nodded in agreement and said with a smile: "That's right."
Turning around, he saw Liu Qishi walking in and saluting him. Zhang Pan nodded with a smile and said, "Liu Qiguan led his troops to attack the city, and his contribution is indispensable."
Liu Qishi hurriedly said modestly: "I don't dare to praise the general for my small achievements."
Liu Xingzuo did not praise his men, but asked: "Where is Guo Dajing? Why didn't you see him after the city was broken?"
Liu Qishi laughed and said: "He is in the back, bandaging and treating the wounded soldiers!"
Oh, Liu Xingzuo was a little surprised and said: "I didn't expect that he could do this."
Liu Qishi grinned and said in a strange way: "Well, he is a good tailor."
Zhang Pan was also puzzled as to why the treatment of wounded soldiers was related to tailoring.
Liu Qishi scratched his head and briefly explained Guo Dajing's unique treatment method. Finally, he concluded and added: "It seems to be quite effective, at least it stops the bleeding very quickly."
Use a needle and thread to sew up the wound?! Why does it sound a little chilling?
When it comes to fighting with real swords and guns, it is common for Zhang Pan and Liu Xingzuo, as well as most soldiers, to suffer bloody injuries.
But when it comes to injections, and now sutures, many grown men are intimidated, which is really strange.
"This -" Zhang Pan guessed and said: "It may be a secret skill passed down from ancestors, but we are ignorant."
Liu Xingzuo nodded, indicating that he agreed with this guess. Apart from this, he could not think of other possibilities.
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After suturing the wound, applying medicine, and bandaging it, Guo Dajing finished treating the last wounded person.
There are so many military doctors in the Dongjiang Army. To be precise, they all have two knives. They can only deal with simple injuries, and their methods are very single.
At that time, there was no surgical operation. It was good enough to bandage you with medicine.
Guo Dajing had learned the common sense of battlefield rescue and dared to take action. Although the method was uncomfortable, the effect was still quite good.
"Thank you, brother Dajing." The wounded man had a beard. After he woke up slowly, he looked at Guo Dajing with grateful eyes.
For a serious injury like his, several military doctors almost gave up on treating him. With so many wounded, it was cruel to treat those with a high survival rate first, but there was no other way.
But Guo Dajing treated him carefully and bandaged him, using a soldering iron and stitches, which made him unconscious, and he himself was sweating from the work. As for whether he can survive, it depends on his luck.
It didn’t hurt to death, so I’m really a strong person; I woke up pretty quickly, my physical condition is really good, and I have a good chance of surviving.
Guo Dajing reached out and patted the wounded man on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "You're welcome, rest in peace. The injury is not serious, and he was alive and kicking in ten and a half months."
Comfort is necessary. Serious injuries are treated as minor injuries, and minor injuries are treated as scratches. This is a great psychological encouragement for the injured. The desire to survive can give people incredible power.