The cry was sad and sad, and Zhang Xiaowu also closed his eyes and sighed. He saw a lot of women who lost the second husband. Their injured heart had just been warm by a Beibei man, but once again suffered the loss of loss. He could imagine
How huge this blow is.
"Wen Ruyu, Li Chuncheng."
"Below."
"Today, the night camp and the security camp are guarded at night, urban defense camps, defensive camps, scout camps, and the guards of the guard camp lock, take off the blood with blood, take a bath first, eat full, then drink enough, and finally sleep, and finally go to bed.
As soon as I slept until tomorrow. "Zhang Xiaowu's opponent ordered that he patted Wusong's shoulder, saying:" All statistics, all jobs, everything is given to you. "
Wu Song nodded the focus, saying the swear words and shouting: "Everyone, he is busy with his mother! Where is the child camp, who is optimistic about the captives, who dares to move, give me stabbing them, did you hear it?
"
"喏." A tender voice sounded.
When Zhang Xiaowu returned, the woman on the house was frightened enough. Yuan Wanqiu even hid after the screen and did not dare to look at him. Instead, the Mangye hurried forward to help him take off his armor and saw his shoulder injury.
Block you. "
Zhang Xiaowu saw that he was injured after looking at his shoulders. He ordered: "Go to get some spiritual wines, boil it, and let me cool it."
Mangye is about to go to warm wine. Yuan Wanqiu said that I came and went to Wenjiu.
He took a hot bath, washed the blood of his body, and replaced it with brand -new clothes. In fact, the fighting this time had little impact on him. He had killed many people. The enemy who died in his hands today is about thirty.
A few, not many. But he found that the guards of Mucheng were not as powerful and tough as his nerves. Many soldiers were killed at the end.
Will, the battle stops in time.
This is the battlefield syndrome. Some people say that the Oriental people are born to resist pressure than Westerners, and rarely suffer from battlefield syndrome. In fact, Orientals are not much tough than Westerners' nerves, and many people have lost themselves.
Zhang Xiaowu's weapon was locked, and he was afraid that the battalion howling after this war was afraid of this war.
He ate noodles as usual, drinking wine, and three stewed lamb chops. Today's sheep chop tastes very good, and it is much stronger than in the past. Zhang Xiaowu asked the seedlings, did the chef on the house learn new craftsmanship?
He said, "It was done by the girl Qiu."
Zhang Xiaowu laughed: "Let the girl Qiu come."
Yuan Wanqiu walked over lightly, lowered his head, and looked soft and weak, as if it was like a lotus lotus in the pond.
Mangye was disdain and said, "I can pretend."
Zhang Xiaowu asked: "Is your stewed pork ribs your craft?"
Yuan Wanqiu said timidly: "It is my craftsmanship. My grandma said, I am not a lady in the future, but a girl, I must learn this craft. At the beginning, my Ang and grandfather liked this way, and my grandma would find someone to find someone.
I learned it and gave it to my mother, and now I gave it to me again. I don’t know if you like it or not.
Zhang Xiaowu laughed: "This dish name is also festive, isn't you going to cater to my Wooden City Army today?"
Yuan Wanqiu pouted and said, "Can't escape the wisdom of the city owner."
"This dish should be the scenery, and it is very delicious. I really do n’t know how to reward you. You’ s exquisite heart is interesting. ”Zhang Xiaowu was full and looked at the mango who was still angry.
He didn't care about the skillful thoughts of these little daughters, and he was not Zhang Tielin. When he was a emperor cared about the harem's boredom all day, these two were just girls.
The sky was still bright, and he was really worried that the soldiers could not say anything, so he put on his leather armor and returned to the military camp to check on the soldiers.
Like him, many soldiers were unable to rest. After nine days of intense fighting, it was rare to hear the enemy's shouts of death or the urgent sound of gongs, but many soldiers reacted nervously. However, some soldiers were fast asleep, completely
Regardless of external influences, they may seem heartless, but if the gong sounds, these soldiers react more quickly than others.
Zhang Xiaowu was accustomed to inspecting the camp after the battle. Looking at the old teams of twenty-six people per room, some were missing one or two people, and some were missing three or four people. Everyone had a tacit understanding not to mention them. He couldn't help but sigh,
Since ancient times, many people have fought in battles. In one battle, thousands of bones have been withered.
Success also means sacrifice. This is the first battle experienced since the establishment of Mucheng. For many people, this is also their first battle. But after this battle, many people are no longer recruits. They have seen blood and experienced
Only by living through life and death and experiencing despair can a soldier grow.
After checking one military camp after another, it was already late at night. He came to the city gate tower and saw a bonfire rising in the Wuzi Camp in the distance. Soldiers from the supply camp and some people in the city were packing things and arranging corpses in the Wuzi Military Camp.
The soldiers guarding the city were from the former security camp, that is, the soldiers responsible for public security in the city. They looked from a distance with complicated expressions. When they saw the garrison envoy Zhang Xiaowu coming, they all stood up and saluted.
Zhang Tongming came over with a few of his subordinates and said respectfully: "Sir, everything in the city defense and the inner city is fine. Although the soldiers guarding the city are few, they are working hard."
"You guys have been working harder these days."
"That's right, our hard work is not one ten thousandth of theirs." Zhang Tongming said.
Zhang Xiaowu asked about the situation of the prisoners of war again. Zhang Tongming said that the prisoners of war were guarded by Li Chuncheng and some wounded soldiers, old soldiers and boy scouts. Some prisoners of war were killed because of their unusual movements.
"How many?"
"A dozen or so, not many. The Uzi people were still very honest after their defeat."
In fact, no one could sleep well on the first night after the battle. This was not the end of the war, maybe it was the beginning of the war. Zhang Xiaowu only slept for an hour in the garrison, with a piece of cake in his mouth all morning.
Handling official business with the sergeants. Zhang Xiaowu sent Hu
The Thirty Thousand Shadow Battalion returned to the Central Plains and brought back some money as a reward. Since the soldiers were brave, they should be given some rewards, otherwise they would chill everyone's heart. He is not a greedy person, and he will use the money he keeps in his hands, and
He was absolutely generous in rewarding soldiers and subsidizing casualties.
Wu Song and Guan Zuo reported statistics to him. They captured 8,736 Uzi soldiers. It was not the more than 10,000 people who were roughly counted last night, but seventeen of them were killed by Li Chuncheng last night. They found out in the morning
Six were seriously injured and died, so there were still 8,713 prisoners of war. I didn't know what to do with these prisoners of war.
"Temporary detention," Zhang Xiaowu said, "then report to the Ministry of War, request for support, and inquire about how to deal with the prisoners of war."
"Okay." Wu Song assigned tasks to several book offices nearby.