The old traitor who betrayed the border army for many years, Sun Shangwen, is dead.
Anatu, who massacred 327 Chang people, died.
The elite Iron Wolf Guards who dared to invade the territory of Chang Dynasty also died.
Damn, they're all dead.
But he didn't deserve to die. The soldiers of the Guoyi Battalion of the border army, who were the most undeserving of sacrifice on the land of Zhongzhou, died in the battle.
Lieutenant General Chen Wenyong lost an ear.
Three captains were killed in battle, and one captain lost half his arm.
Eight Xiaoqi, a total of eight Xiaoqi, eight Xiaoqi who ascended the "fatal slope" and charged Xiaoqi, all died in the battle.
Seven hundred and sixty-four soldiers were killed, and 369 were wounded.
In this battle, 371 people were injured. Among these 371 people, 120 were seriously injured. The smoke was ignited. The doctor Luzhu brought from Beijing quickly ran away from the west side.
come over.
Seven hundred and seventy-five soldiers of the Guoyi Camp died in battle, and this number is still increasing. Chu Qing held on to the riding whip tightly, while the doctors trembled and hurriedly treated the injured.
In total, more than a thousand people were killed, more than half.
Completely annihilate, annihilate the Liang bandits, 3,201 people, including the commander of the Iron Wolf Guard.
Total annihilation!
Kill the enemy general in formation!
These two sentences, two words that should make the soldiers cheer, are so dim when facing more than half of the damage.
The intact troops silently collected Pao Ze's body.
Some kneeling, some lying down, kneeling in a pool of blood, lying on the broken sword, piecing together the incomplete corpse for the robes.
Border troops are good at this kind of thing.
Eating together and living together, the robes knew clearly how many moles they had on their buttocks, half a head, a broken arm, even a finger, and they knew which corpse it belonged to.
But they were restraining Pao Ze's corpse.
Who would have thought that these warriors, who had already put life and death aside and dared to kill cold thieves with long knives, cried like helpless children one by one.
Chu Qing wanted to spread his wings and fly to Changjing, and then catch the courtiers, every courtier, and throw them to the ground, so that they could see what happened at the border and what the border army did and lost.
What.
"Chu Jianzheng."
Niu Ren, who was squatting on the ground, waved at Chu Qing, and Chu Qing walked over quickly.
Niu Ren's body was covered in blood, his machete was placed at his feet, and his tiger helmet was broken into pieces.
The broken tiger helmet seems to be telling how brave Niu Ren, the commander of Guoyi camp, was in his charge just now, and how he was lingering in front of the gate of hell.
"Chu Jianzheng." Niu Ren showed a very bitter smile: "Thank you."
Chu Qing was extremely ashamed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
"I…"
Crouching down, Chu Qing couldn't say the second word.
"Guo Yiying, I owe you a huge favor."
Chu Qing lowered his head firmly: "The people of Chang Dynasty owe you, every army, every heroic spirit who died in battle, and every frontier army, a huge favor."
Tears fell into the blood.
Chu Qing, after all, showed his cowardly and unbearable side.
Because behind him, two troops were arguing, crying and arguing.
"This is Lao Chong's arm. It's really his arm. Give it to me, give it to me, and I'll sew it up so that I can return to the village alive. I can't explain to Lao Chong's father that I'm missing an arm..."
"Nonsense, how can the old insect's arms be so thick!"
The corps commander wanted to snatch the severed arm, but the corpsman held his trouser leg tightly.
The soldiers knelt down, choked with sobs and speechless.
The corps leader yelled: "I'm asking you crazy, if I say no, it means you can't get it."
The soldiers were just kneeling like that, with pleading expressions on their faces, and they were holding on to the trouser leg of the corps leader.
The helpless troops shed tears like rain.
"Don't cry and cry, just look for it, look for it carefully, sew the thief's arm, and the old insect will wrap you up in his dream!"
"I can't find my brother's arm. My brother's body is missing an arm. I can't explain it. My brother is missing an arm. When he goes down there, he can't use the knife. His right hand is gone. If he doesn't use the knife, he will be laughed at.
Yes, you will be laughed at, you will be laughed at..."
Junwu choked with sobs and muttered these words again and again, he would be laughed at, he would be laughed at.
Chu Qing was also crying, silently.
How could the army not know that this arm did not belong to the old insect?
But he really couldn't find it. On the battlefield, he searched around and around for broken arms. There were many, but he didn't dare to pick them up. He was afraid that he would pick up other robes. After picking them up, the other brothers got down there. One-armed, what?
The knife can still be used.
But the old worm can't live without an arm. Junwu cried helplessly. He just wanted to find an arm, even if it was Liang Thief's, and sew it on. At least, let the brother have a whole body, so that the brother could still take it when he got down there.
Live with the knife.
No one has read a book, and if he has read a book, it is impossible to be a frontier soldier, and he has no skills. He can only chop people with a knife. When he gets down there, his arms are gone, he can't chop people, and he will be laughed at.
On the battlefield, cries can always be heard.
People will collapse, even the bravest frontier soldiers.
The drums of victory were exciting, but also brought the troops to the edge of collapse.
Every time the passionate drum sounds, it means that they are going to collect the corpses of the brothers who have been together day and night.
They will not be afraid because of the ferocity of the enemy, they will only be afraid for this moment, to survive, to survive.
If you die in battle, you will be free.
While alive, one has to experience more pain and suffering.
Chu Qing's tears were like a flood that could not be stopped or wiped away.
"Go back." Niu Ren carefully took out a yellowed handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Chu Qing with some reluctance: "Wipe your face, go back clean, and look back at the original city.
It’s a great victory, but you have to prepare drinks and meat. Tomorrow, I will take the kids to have a good meal.”
Chu Qing looked at the scarf, somewhat lost in thought.
Niu Ren's face turned red, it was obvious that he had misunderstood, and he explained: "It belongs to my daughter, otherwise I would never have carried this object."
Chu Qing's face turned pale: "She's a daughter..."
Chu Qing was a little scared, afraid that it would be another heartbreaking story.
Heartbreaking stories happen every day at the border. It seems that every military unit has a heartbreaking story buried in its heart.
With a long sigh, Niu Ren closed his eyes in pain.
To be speechless is to be heartbroken.
Chu Qing asked cautiously: "Is it related to Liang Thief?"
Niu Ren was slightly startled: "What do you mean?"
"Why did her daughter die?"
"Damn you, who said that my daughter died."
"Ah?" Chu Qing looked confused: "Then why did you sigh."
"I got married more than ten years ago. Damn it, it's the daughter who got married who threw water on me. I come to see this general once a year. I get so fucking upset when I mention this unfilial daughter."
Chu Qing: "..."
Fu San curled his lips.
I've been married for a long time, but looking at you like that, I thought you were dead.
"Master, go back. You haven't had a good rest for two days and two nights."
Chu Qing was indeed exhausted physically and mentally, so he turned back and looked at the battlefield again.
Closing his eyes in pain, taking a deep breath, Chu Qing finally left.
If he stayed there, he was afraid he would go crazy.
