People who have never been to a battlefield cannot understand how shocking the scene is when the bones of tens of thousands of people are piled together. Mobile version https:
Bones piled up like a mountain, this sentence describes the situation outside Yingzhou City at this time. The broken flags were whistling in the cold wind, and there were many ominous birds such as vultures and crows hovering above the gloomy sky.
Waiting to peck at the dead body.
Rivers of blood? Bleeding rafts? I'm afraid it's impossible to describe this miserable situation, it's like hell on earth.
The armor in Zhang Kuang's hand was stained red with blood, and there was no clean spot.
Tens of thousands of people behind him stood as solemnly as the general, and the weapons in their hands were still dripping with blood, staining the snow-white ground outside Yingzhou City red.
The sound of galloping war horses came from the north, and they raised their hooves and stopped dozens of steps away from Zhang Kuang and the other soldiers.
The blood on Xiong Kaishan's face had solidified due to the cold wind. He turned over and dismounted. Xiong Kaishan sheathed his horizontal sword and walked gently to Zhang Kuang with a lonely look on his face: "General, the Turkic horses are running too fast.
Catch up."
Zhang Kuang looked at the gloomy sky with melancholy: "Take inventory of the battlefield, let the military commander report the results of the battle, bury the brothers who died in the battle, and prepare a roster."
"Follow orders."
Arrogant and lonely, he walked toward the city with his Mo Dao. Behind the silence came a thundering sound: "Victory, victory."
"All officers and men listen to orders and clear the battlefield."
"The commanders of Longwuwei began to order their soldiers to clear the battlefield and collect supplies."
After a speechless night, the next morning all the generals under Zhang Kuang's command gathered at the General's Mansion, waiting for Zhang Kuang's arrival. They exchanged a few words from time to time. Judging from the joy on his face, he must have gained a lot.
"The general has arrived."
"The general will join the battle at the end."
There was a hint of black in Zhang Kuang's eyes, obviously he had been up all night, and he walked to his position steadily and forcefully: "Generals, please get up."
"Thank you, General."
He put his helmet on the table and sat down madly: "Military Commander, Cao, report the results of the battle."
The military commander, Cao, was wearing civilian clothes and holding a thick booklet in his hand.
"Returning to the general, this battle lasted for fifteen days, with 113 major and minor battles. A total of 21,000 people were beheaded, 2,000 were captured, 7,000 war horses were mixed, and 300 carts of food and fodder were used. Among them, the commander-in-chief
Level twenty-three.”
"What's the battle damage like?"
"This?" Military Commander Cao glanced at Zhang Kuang in confusion, not knowing what to say.
Sima in the army gently stepped out of the line to signal Sicao to retreat.
"General, my subordinates will report the battle damage to Longwuwei."
"speak."
Sima in the army took the booklet from Si Cao's hand: "Returning to the general, this battle lasted for fifteen days. About 6,000 soldiers were killed, 3,200 were seriously injured, and 9,000 were lightly injured. Soldiers with swords, shields, and spears and halberds
The loss of troops was the most serious, totaling 3,000 men, including 1,200 light cavalry, 1,000 archers, and more than 800 heavy cavalry."
"More than 6,000 people were killed in the battle, and another 6,000 brothers are buried in a foreign country and cannot return home. This general is ashamed of their wives, children, and children at home."
"General, this battle can be said to be a catastrophic victory. The Turks' losses were more than three and a half times ours. In addition, the prisoners captured a large number of horses. This can be said to be a victory that has never been seen in more than ten years."
"The general is mighty."
"The general is mighty."
Zhang Kuang slapped the table with a cold face: "A great victory? Is this called a great victory? When we defended the city, the Turks were depleted of men and horses, and they caused such damage. Is this a great disaster and a great victory?"
How many brothers will we lose when our troops and horses are strong? Ten thousand, twenty thousand, or the entire army will be wiped out?"
All the generals lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything.
"Don't forget, the largest number of bows and arrows used in this war has ever been used. With nearly 600,000 arrows of various types, only more than 20,000 people were killed. What is there to be proud of in such a victory?"
"General, the Turks have superb riding skills. They hang their bodies on the belly of the horse and the galloping of the horse makes it difficult to hit. Six hundred thousand arrows shot nearly three hundred thousand on the ground. Some Turks were hit by arrows.
There are only more than a dozen."
"This is not a reason. The Turks can kill thousands of brothers just by hanging on their horses and fighting back quickly. You can practice how they can!"
"It's an order."
"The captured prisoners were heavily bribed and sent to the archery camp to train archers. If one person refused, ten would be killed. If ten refused, a hundred would be killed. If a hundred refused, all would be killed."
The face of Sima in the army changed: "General, no, it is unlucky to kill prisoners."
Zhang Kuang's face turned cold: "If you can't use it for me, if you keep it, you will be in trouble. The so-called killing of prisoners is ominous is just empty talk. Bai Qi, the God of Killing, killed 400,000 soldiers in a trap and it doesn't necessarily mean he will be punished by God. Even if there is a punishment from heaven, this general will not be punished."
Let’s see which one is more powerful, the divine punishment, or the sword in this general’s hand.”
The commander of the army retreated helplessly: "Follow the order."
"Brothers who died in battle will be given a generous burial, and pensions will be distributed in accordance with Dalong regulations. From the commander-in-chief to the captain and lieutenant, those who dare to drink the blood of soldiers will be quartered."
"Got the order!"
"Severely injured soldiers must be treated by doctors immediately. We must do our best to rescue them and try our best not to kill anyone."
"It's an order."
"Huo Buyan, Xiong Kaishan."
"The end will be here."
"The Golden Eagle sent a message to Suzhou, Ganzhou, and Fuzhou to ask about the Warring States Period. If the war is not over yet, all heavy cavalry and light cavalry will be replaced by Turkic horses and run thousands of miles to support."
"Sima in the army."
"The official is here."
"Draw up a roster, and all the meritorious officers and soldiers will be rewarded."
"It's an order."
"Everyone, please stand down. This general is going to give a memorial to His Majesty."
"I will take my leave at the end."
After the generals resigned, Zhang Kuang wandered around and began to think deeply.
After a cup of tea, I sat down at the desk and started polishing my pen.
"Your Majesty, I am reporting to your Majesty that the Yingzhou garrison is arrogantly reporting to you that the Turks have no virtue and have raised unknown troops to attack our borders. I wish your Majesty the dragon health and long live long live."
At the same time, the Turkic troops attacking other cities in northern Xinjiang received the flying pigeon message from King Dulu and began to retreat.
Only bodies were left on the ground.
Not only did the Dulu tribes suffer heavy casualties when they attacked the city, but the Dalong Six Guards in Ganzhou, Suzhou, and Fuzhou also suffered appalling casualties.
Ganzhou lost more than 11,000 soldiers, Suzhou lost 9,000 soldiers, and Fuzhou suffered the most serious loss due to its flat terrain, with more than 13,000 soldiers lost.
Even at the most unfavorable time for sending troops, the soldiers of Northern Xinjiang could suffer such serious casualties. If the ice and snow melt and the troops and horses are strong, it is conceivable that the Turks' combat power will change qualitatively.
All in all, the harvest was rich. The number of soldiers lost by the Turks in attacking the city was several times that of the Turks. It was a blessing among misfortunes.
It’s a pity that tens of thousands of Dalong men will never be able to return home.
The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a boudoir dream.
As Zhang Kuang said at the beginning, the rank of general and the title of Marquis of Protector of the Country will never be as good as the words of his fellow soldiers: "General, let's go home."
The brothers who had been together day and night in the past were separated from each other in just a few days. The cruelty of war can never be described with a few words or a few words.
It was the intertwining of blood and fire.
ps: I have to go out for business and there will only be three updates today.