Chapter 113: The Gap (monthly ticket plus updates)
Liu Mingzhi looked at the temporary tent in front of him and got in directly.
As soon as he entered the tent, Young Master Liu saw the tired look on the faces of Yunchong and Cai Jun, who had been away for a long time.
Liu Mingzhi looked at the two people approaching him and responded silently: "Clean the battlefield, don't disturb me until the battle report comes out!"
Yun Chong and the two were startled. Major Liu hugged Tian Jian into his arms, walked to the corner of the tent, lay down on the ground, curled up and fell asleep.
Just when Rongwei Hou was about to speak, Yunchong raised his hand to signal Cai Jun to be silent and said softly: "He is under too much pressure, let him take a good rest!"
Cai Jun, the Rongwei Marquis, nodded with a complex expression: "Let's go clean up the battlefield. The casualties in the night battle will probably not be small!"
"You go here and there, count the number of battle casualties!"
"knew!"
After the two of them walked out of the tent, Young Master Liu frowned and breathed evenly.
At three o'clock in the morning, Liu Mingzhi, who was curled up and sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes and sat upright.
At this time, there was no one in the big tent, and some excited but suppressed voices came from outside the big tent.
Mr. Liu buttonholed the dirt at the corners of his eyes, stood up, poured himself a cup of herbal tea that his bodyguard had already placed on the table, and drank it in one gulp.
After drinking the herbal tea, Liu Mingzhi felt more alert and walked straight out of the tent.
Yunchong, Cai Jun, Song Qing, Cheng Kai and others were gathering together and discussing something in low voices. Liu Mingzhi quietly walked up to them!
"Have the results been sorted out?"
"See the Marshal!"
Yunchong and Cai Jun also responded with a punch: "I've seen the marshal of troops in the middle!"
"No courtesy, come in and talk!"
"yes!"
Liu Mingzhi sat on the main seat and glanced at everyone quietly: "What was the result of the battle?"
Song Qing held a thick book and opened it: "More than 67,000 Turks were directly annihilated, more than 18,000 Turks were captured and seriously injured, and more than 29,000 Turks were lightly injured."
"A total of 110,000 enemy troops were defeated in this battle! More than 70,000 intact war horses were captured, and nearly 20,000 cattle and sheep were seized by the Turkic camp. The dried meat has not yet been counted!"
"The rest of the Turks are missing!"
"Although the Turks were not completely wiped out, it was still a great victory."
"Had it not been hindered by the night, our army could have wiped out 200,000 enemy troops. It's a pity that God is not kind to us!"
Liu Mingzhi closed his eyes and pondered for a moment: "What are the battle losses?"
Song Qing glanced at Yun Chong and the others and sighed.
"More than 23,000 people of our middle army were directly killed in the battle, more than 4,000 were seriously injured, and 14,000 were slightly injured. None of them were seriously injured. Most of them were trapped soldiers who had direct contact with the Turkic army."
"More than 8,700 people of the Huben Army were killed in the battle, more than 3,200 people were seriously injured, and more than 6,000 people were slightly injured. All are not serious."
"More than 9,400 people of the army stationed in the north were killed, more than 1,600 were seriously injured, and more than 5,200 were slightly injured. All are not serious."
Liu Mingzhi looked at Song Qing with a complicated expression: "More than 40,000 people were killed in the battle and 10,000 were seriously injured."
"Nearly 450,000 people surrounded 200,000 people and suffered so many casualties. Is it a victory or a defeat?"
Song Qing gently closed the roster: "Commander, the ratio of Turks killed in battle is nearly two to one, plus the number of our prisoners is close to three to one, it can be said to be a great victory!"
Yun Chong also nodded in agreement: "Marshal, Deputy Marshal Song is right. This is indeed a rare victory."
Liu Mingzhi sighed faintly: "With a force of two to one, we achieved a victory of two to one, and nearly half of the Turks escaped. This is a great victory, such a victory haha"
"You guys have a conversation first, and I'll go check on the brothers."
"Commander, let's go with you!"
Liu Mingzhi didn't say anything, nodded slightly and walked out of the tent.
Liu Mingzhi glanced at the soldiers in the field who were still cleaning up the battlefield and waved to Song Qing.
"Let them line up!"
"Got the order!"
"The commander-in-chief has given orders, all troops must assemble!"
Within half a stick of incense, almost 400,000 troops gathered as far as the eye could see on the Dulubu grassland.
More than 300,000 troops lined up to fight in an orderly manner, holding the reins of their beloved mounts in their hands and looking feverishly at Young Master Liu, who was walking slowly.
Liu Mingzhi glanced at the position of the army in the center. In just one night, the temperament of these recruits had undergone earth-shaking changes.
His eyes were still so unruly, but his every move had a more calm and capable feel.
Liu Mingzhi walked towards the soldiers of the three armies without saying a word. Yun Chong, Song Qing and others did not know why, so they could only silently follow Young Master Liu among the soldiers of the three armies.
Every time Liu Mingzhi passed by a soldier, he would look at the soldier in front of him carefully for a while.
Sometimes he stopped and gently touched the knife marks on the soldiers' armors, and was fascinated by the arrow marks for a long time.
When the sun was high in the sky, Liu Mingzhi ordered the three armies to disband and repair on their own before heading towards the big tent.
"Where are the bodies of the Turks and our brothers?"
"They are all placed in the north of the camp, ready to be buried on the spot in case of an outbreak of plague."
“Go and have a look first!”
"Commander, please come this way!"
Song Qing and the others seemed to somewhat understand what Liu Mingzhi meant, and silently led the way towards the Turk's corpse.
After spending half a day again, Liu Mingzhi walked into the tent holding a scimitar and carrying a fine piece of leather armor.
"Everyone, sit down!"
"yes!"
Liu Mingzhi held up his leather armor and passed in front of everyone.
"You see, the scars on it are messy. What does it mean? It means that the brothers were unable to find the vital points when attacking, giving the enemy a chance to kill him with one blow!"
Liu Mingzhi raised his armor and looked at it again: "Look at the wounds on our fallen brothers. The knife marks are neat and orderly. They are either on the abdomen or the chest. They are all violent moves that killed each other in one blow!"
"We have just been around for a long time. You all saw the knife marks on the armors of the brothers. A long knife mark. This means that the armor is fine. What if we are also wearing the same leather armor as the Turks?"
"I think it will be no surprise that I will be cut in half by the Turks' scimitar!"
"You have also seen the corpses of our fallen brothers with your own eyes. Half of them were not killed by the Turks' scimitars, but were trampled to death by war horses!"
"You don't understand what this means, right? The Turks' scimitars couldn't cut through our armor, but they used the charging force of the horses to cut off our brothers and become dead souls under the horses' hooves."
"The horse-riding kung fu we are so proud of is vulnerable to the Turks' charge!"
"Many corpses of Turks were also killed by one blow, but these Turks who were killed by one blow have little to do with the Six Guards of the New Army."
"The wounds on their bodies were left by elite veterans."
"I can clearly see the wounds on their bodies at a glance!"
"No matter how good you are in training, you will see the difference immediately in actual combat."
"On the armor of the 300,000 new army soldiers, four out of ten people will have three knife marks on their armor. For the army stationed in the north, there will be at most two out of ten people on the armor of the officers and soldiers of the Huben Army who will have knife marks!"
"Veterans can fight 50-50 against Turks, but two-on-one recruits are a bit reluctant."
"This is still at night, and you can't see blood spattering. If it were broad daylight, the consequences would be even worse!"
"The difference is obvious!"
"The new recruits and the veterans know each other immediately. We have to let them see blood. Otherwise, if we really take them deep into the army alone, it will be unpredictable whether we all live or die!"