After a night of fierce fighting and turmoil, Yangqiuli finally ushered in morning again.
The burning house was burned overnight, and the thatch on the roof, the thin beams, and the few household items were all burned away, leaving only a black column of smoke slowly floating into the sky.
Zhao Yun ordered the dead horses to be dragged from the battlefield and fed to all the soldiers without limit.
Except for the security personnel, all other soldiers gathered in the open space in front of the village. They were led by their respective commanders, divided into areas, and started fires in each area.
The commander is supposed to be in charge of pots and other utensils, arrange the starting of the stove, light the fire, and distribute meals. This is also the most basic eating process of the traditional army.
However, under Gongsun Yan's intervention, each soldier was generously issued with a marching kettle that could be used for cooking, and the chief's functions changed accordingly.
He no longer has to be responsible for every piece of tableware, meal sharing, etc. He only needs to deliver the meal portions distributed by his superiors directly to the soldiers, and they will cook them themselves.
For the morning meal after this fierce battle, you can eat the horse meat that was killed in the battle without any restrictions as long as it is harmless to your body.
This is truly wonderful news.
The soldiers, who were tired after a night, were so excited that they ran around, collecting firewood, and each went to find ways to fetch water.
Everyone's marching canteen was filled with chunks of meat.
Zhao Yun, Zhang Ze and other officers also gathered together and lit a fire.
It seems that because of the bottle of energy drink Zhao Yun gave him, or the success of the night attack on the camp, and the survival of his clan brother Zhang Zuo, Zhang Ze was as excited as a spinning top.
Holding the Yan Fei Dao at his waist in one hand, he kept running around.
At this time, he was also responsible for collecting firewood and water, and cooking horse meat for Zhao Yun and his colleagues.
In this case, even if they are officers, they don't get much special treatment. They are still boiled meat without salt.
The only special kettle is boiling some compressed biscuit batter, which is for Zhang Zhang.
Gongsun Yan was worried that Zhao Yun would lose energy after running back and forth, so he prepared a supply bag of energy drinks and compressed biscuits for him and put them in his horse bag.
Her painstaking efforts finally paid off. Zhang Zhang fell into a deep sleep after drinking the healing potion. It would also be nice to drink some sweet biscuit paste.
Just when many soldiers of the White Horse Army lit fires, the water in the marching kettle began to steam, and the aroma of meat rolled out.
Tian Kai, together with the two generals of the Xiangguan reinforcements, also finished their work of rounding up the fleeing Wuhuan people in the forest, and came to the valley of Yangqiuli together.
As soon as we entered the valley, a long slope covered with limbs and flesh came into view with great impact.
Wang Yan, the deputy general appointed by Gongsunda to lead the army, looked at the scene like a slaughterhouse of blood and flesh in front of him. He took in a breath of cold air as if he had a toothache, and was instantly choked by the smell of blood and other stench in the air and coughed.
The number of people in this small-scale battle was not a big deal in previous wars, but when the battlefield was only concentrated in a long and narrow valley, it became terrifying.
The flesh and blood of thousands of people and horses were spread on the long slope like a red carpet, making people instinctively fearful and uncomfortable.
Leading Zuo Ping's hundred cavalry was Zuo Ping's grandson Zuo Yuan. He trained under his grandfather Zuo Yuan's tent and also experienced small-scale wars against foreign tribes.
It can be seen that this scene is also awe-inspiring. There is still a little fluff on his lips, and he is looking at the black shadow of the pot making rice at the foot of the hillside from a distance, with a bit of yearning on his face.
He was young, and by the time he was a little older and became governor, Gongsun Zan had already defeated Yuan Shao in Jizhou.
In the Battle of Jieqiao, the Baima Yi Cong army was almost wiped out, and they never returned to western Liaoning after they were rebuilt. Even if he had heard of such a cavalry galloping outside the Great Wall, he had never seen it with his own eyes.
At this time, Zuo Yuan felt a little regretful. Maybe he should have participated in the battle with Captain Zhao yesterday, instead of hiding in the woods and shooting cold arrows, acting as a suspect and picking up some cheap ones.
Even if military merit is not considered, as a warrior on the battlefield, it would be a bit regretful to miss such a war in which the enemy is more numerous and the enemy is almost completely wiped out.
Zuo Yuan thought and sighed at the same time as Wang Yan. The two of them glanced at each other and saw the regret in each other's eyes.
Tian Kai, who was riding with them, felt happy and complicated inside.
It's a little difficult for him to ride a horse now, and he has no chance of such a passionate battlefield.
But he was also happy. After this battle, Baima Yicong, whose spine had been broken, regained his military spirit and appeared in everyone's eyes again.
And Zhao Yun, as an old boss, Tian Kai was surprised that Zhao Yun could make such amazing progress.
Last night, whether it was a suspected soldier or a night attack, we set up an ambush at the last valley entrance and took advantage of the mountain to completely wipe out the enemy. Every step was impressive.
Zhao Yun's fierce yet steady style has begun to take shape.
Although it is a bit immature for him to be the head coach himself as a striker, but thinking about Zhao Yun's own combat effectiveness, Tian Kai believed that Zhao Yun also considered himself as an important chess piece when considering the battle plan.
Tian Kai knew that after this battle, Zhao Yun, who had withstood the pressure test from all parties and emerged victorious, would grow like a new man.
Looking at this battlefield, Tian Kai was a little frightened, but unlike Wang Yan and Zuo Yuan, who were a little immature, he was a veteran on the battlefield and a veteran in the officialdom. He did not see the normal and calm expressions on their faces.
Driving a horse over the piles of corpses on the ground.
"According to the previous agreement, I will ask you two to arrange the cleaning of the battlefield," Tian Kai said with a smile, and the horse's hooves occasionally stepped on a corpse and made a dull sound.
"This..." Zuo Yuan was young, with a bit of sadness on his face. He was the one who reacted most violently to Zhao Yun's decision to return to Yangqiu yesterday.
In his opinion, there is no benefit in returning to Yangqiuli.
Even though he thought he had a slight chance of winning after hearing Zhao Yun's plan, he only agreed to spy on soldiers on the outside.
The promise to Zhao Yun and Tian Kai to clean up the battlefield and share the profits was just a joke. He didn't expect that the promise could really come true. He was embarrassed, but he didn't want to give up the benefits of talking.
"Zuo Sima, don't think too much. If you hadn't been suspicious of the soldiers outside and scared these wild dogs into chaos, Zilong's plan would not have been implemented so smoothly." Tian Kai said with a smile, "It's all from my own family. Don't be polite.
, the captured war horses will be divided into 28 points."
Hearing Tian Kai say that he was from his family, Zuo Yuan became a little shy while feeling close to him. Wang Yan, on the other hand, was older and thick-skinned after all. He immediately borrowed the donkey down the slope and cupped his hands and said: "Captain Tian said so."
Yes, we are all members of our own family, so we shamelessly ask for food!"
"Me, me too, thank you Captain Tian." Zuo Yuan hurriedly followed suit.
"Where, where." Tian Kai laughed loudly, and the three of them stood in the sea of blood and corpses, chatting happily.