If a famous general has no room to perform, he will be no different from ordinary people and cannot create miracles. Zhuge Wuhou is great, but Sima Yi just can't hold on. Comparing his body and age with you, Zhuge Liang finally died with regrets.
Although Zhang Yong is known as a famous general, he encountered the Ming army's clumsy tactics of defending by danger and never attacking. Even though he was full of strategies, bravery and wisdom, there was nothing he could do. Detouring may be a clever plan, or it may be another
The reason for the disastrous defeat was that hope and risk coexisted. Zhang Yong was in the torture of waiting, and had to carry out futile feint attacks in order to paralyze and contain the Ming army on the gray slope.
When the Qing army failed and returned after another roundabout route, and lost nearly half of it, Zhang Yong was still forcing himself to believe that Wang Jinbao would succeed in this route, or that he could retreat safely. Even if he lost some men, as long as his generals were fine, he would feel
Glad.
But the news never came, and the heart-wrenching feeling was really unsettling. As a general, Zhang Yong had to show his composure. It was not until four days passed that Zhang Yong was relieved, and with the pain
Worry and worry were replaced with anger.
"Captain——" The captain of the personal soldiers stepped into the camp with an ugly face. He only called out once and then stopped abruptly, as if he came in in a hurry, but suddenly forgot what to say.
Zhang Yong felt an ominous feeling in his heart, his face became gloomy, and he pretended to be calm and asked: "Why are you panicking? If you have anything to report, please tell me quickly."
The captain of the soldiers swallowed hard, not daring to look directly into Zhang Yong's eyes, lowered his head and muttered: "The enemy has erected a high pole in front of the formation, and above it is the head of General Wang."
There was a deathly silence in the tent. Zhang Yong's eyes suddenly glazed over, as if he was stunned by the sudden bad news and lost the ability to react. All hopes were shattered. The loss of two thousand soldiers was negligible. The most powerful love will be beheaded in public.
, such a blow is extremely heavy.
"Captain——" The captain of the personal soldiers was also grieved. He wiped his eyes and waited for a long time before continuing: "The enemy released a captured soldier of our army and brought a message that the pseudo-clan stayed behind. Do you——
"
Zhang Yong's eyes rolled around, and he slowly regained his vitality. As a famous general, although such a blow was heavy, it could not defeat him. He let out a long breath, Zhang Yong pondered for a moment, waved his hand, "Take him with you."
Come in."
The captain of the soldiers hesitated for a moment, then turned around and left. Although he wanted to deal with the captured soldier immediately so as not to disturb the morale of the army, now was not the time to offend Zhang Yong.
After a while, the captured Qing army soldier was brought into the camp. The captain of the soldiers and two of his men were watching coldly with their swords on the side. They only waited for Zhang Yong's order to drag the guy out and chop him off.
"What's the message from the pseudo-clan?" Zhang Yong said with a stern look on his face, slightly mockingly: "You were lucky enough to win a small victory, so you want to persuade me to surrender?"
The captured Qing soldiers knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads, or were too embarrassed to raise their heads, and whispered: "The puppet clan would like to ask the governor, they have hundreds of wounded soldiers of our army in their hands. Do you want to ask for them back? If so?
If you are interested, you can send someone to the front of the formation to carry it."
Zhang Yong frowned and waited for the temporary messenger to finish speaking. However, after a long time, the Qing soldier had nothing to say, which made him very surprised.
"That's it, that's it?"
The captured Qing soldier was stunned for a moment, raised his head slightly and then lowered it immediately, and replied: "Yes, that's all."
Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling very confused. After pondering for a while, he slowed down and asked, "Don't be afraid. Please tell me in detail how you met the enemy and how you failed."
Failure was a failure, but why it failed and how to learn from it, this was what Zhang Yong was eager to know. Besides, he could also get some false and true information about the Ming army from this captured Qing soldier. Of course, he didn't want to miss this opportunity.
After the Qing soldier told the entire battle with some anxiety, Zhang Yong asked a few more questions, and then fell into a long thought. After a long time, he seemed to wake up, waved his hand, and ordered the soldiers to
Take this guy down and take good care of him, and summon all the troops to discuss it in the tent.
After a while, several generals came to the camp, listened to Zhang Yong briefly explain the matter, and began to think among themselves.
"Commander, the pseudo-clan's staying behind is to disrupt the morale of our army." A guerrilla first said: "Why would he have such a good intention to hand over the wounded soldiers? There must be some conspiracy and conspiracy, we must guard against it."
"This plan of the pseudo-clan is very vicious." Another general concluded categorically, "If our army takes back the wounded soldiers, it will increase a lot of burden, and it will also make our soldiers fearful. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone."
"It's not just killing two birds with one stone?" Another person came up with the idea and said: "If our army ignores it, the enemy can spread the word that we treat our soldiers like grass and do not save them when they are injured, which will make our soldiers feel resentful.
"
Zhang Yong was silent. He also agreed with the generals' views. Taking back these wounded soldiers would be a burden, and not taking them back would lose the hearts of the people. It was really a dilemma. This was the first time he had encountered such a thing, and of course he lacked
Ways to cope.
"Captain, I think it is best to take back the wounded soldiers, which will show the Governor's love and sympathy for the soldiers." A mature and steady general was the last to speak. After thinking for a long time, he finally expressed his opinion,
"Most of our troops are talented soldiers from Gansu and Shaanxi, and they have traveled thousands of miles with their governors. It is heartbreaking to abandon them. Although it is a burden and will make some soldiers fearful, there is no way to get the best of both worlds, so it is better to choose the lesser of two evils.
Also, the body of the late General Wang can also be obtained from the pseudo-clan clan."
It would be good if Wang Jinbao's body could be recovered and buried properly. Zhang Yong's heart was moved and he felt that what the general said was very feasible. He had already thought about it, although he could clear the prisoner of the messenger.
The soldiers killed them and silenced them, but the Ming army could still line up the wounded soldiers in front of the formation and loudly publicize it. It was inevitable that the news would leak out.
"Only when there are doctors who can treat the wounded and where the dead are buried can soldiers have no worries and can fight to the death." Zhang Yong finally made a decision and said in a deep voice: "Injury and death are common occurrences in the army. Our army has fought in hundreds of battles.
Master, how can the morale of the army be scattered because of this? I have made up my mind to send people to contact the enemy, pick up the injured soldiers, and let the late General Wang be buried in peace."
Wounded soldiers did not receive treatment, so they wailed and waited for death beside their comrades; war dead were not given a burial, and their bodies were tragically dumped in the wilderness. This has been the most destructive behavior to the morale of the army since ancient times. Even the feudal army tried its best to
In order to avoid this kind of thing from happening, it is not surprising that Zhang Yong made such a decision. In his heart, he regarded soldiers as nothing, but he still had to do enough on the surface. Moreover, if the wounded soldiers can recover, they will become veterans with rich combat experience.