Guo Zhongyuan appeased his subordinates, and led them to wade over in batches, spread out in formation on the wilderness four or five miles away from Haicang Town, and set up a temporary camp.
The two parties marched together from Yidu, and Yan Ning could clearly see that Guo Zhongyuan's army was indeed a temporary piece of work.
In the battle with the Mongolian servants a few days ago, the strong men, who were the main body of the army, fought a hard battle under the strong pressure of Guo Zhongyuan. They put in energy and blood that they could never imagine in their lives, and they were almost exhausted.
After all, untrained common people cannot compare with veteran soldiers who are accustomed to fighting. Most people cannot develop the tenacity to continue fighting out of thin air. Previously, when the entire army continued to advance and approached the elite Mongolian army headquarters, many people were so nervous that they were shaking all over.
Once they heard the news of the victory, several soldiers who had been standing in the queue and marching forward suddenly fell to their knees, exhausted and unable to stand up again.
But there are also some men who, like forged iron, gradually become different.
Right in front of Yan Ning's eyes, several small troops waded across the river and were sitting on the ground to rest according to the general's instructions. They naturally sat in circles in groups of ten or so, and their waists were straightened subconsciously, as if they could be ready at any time. Respond to the next one; even the state of speaking is not like the original rush and chaos, but a little more calm out of thin air.
Yan Ning knew that this kind of composure was something that could only be obtained after seeing life and death and having the consciousness of killing the enemy or being killed by the enemy. It proved that the soldiers had become accustomed to discipline, responsibility and self-confidence.
A cavalryman looked at Yan Ning and couldn't help but said with envy: "These people look like soldiers! With a little training, they can be two to three thousand fighting soldiers! Guo Jiedu won this battle. Not a loss!"
Anyone who has actually fought a war knows that two to three thousand determined soldiers are a huge resource. As a commander in Juzhou, Yan Ning can be regarded as one of the few heroes in Juzhou, but he is in heaven. Among the people gathered in Shengzhai, those who can compare with these strong men in front of them are only over a thousand years old.
With a backbone of more than a thousand years old, Yan Ning was able to support Heng Si, the governor of Juzhou, and compete with Yang An'er to a certain extent. What about Guo Ning?
Thinking of this, Yan Ning shook his head repeatedly and said with emotion: "You guys are very short-sighted. Two or three thousand capable soldiers... what do you mean?"
The impact of this victory is by no means limited to Shandong, and will definitely bring huge benefits to Guo Ning. Not to mention, he captured the fourth prince of the Great Mongolia... This is of great significance to the entire Great Jin Dynasty!
At this time, Guo Zhongyuan finally finished what he was doing and asked Yan Ning to go to Haicang Town to meet him.
Yan Ning did not dare to neglect, so he gave some instructions to his subordinates, took only two or three guards, and walked towards the camp.
The closer we get to the camp, the more corpses we see.
On the entire open battlefield, there was not even a direct road leading to the camp. There were stumps and broken arms scattered everywhere. The strong smell of blood and the unique stench of corpses could not be dispersed even by the sea breeze.
When they entered the camp, what they saw was even more tragic, and waves of deep and sad sobs could be heard in their ears.
Yan Ning stopped for a moment beside a fence, and saw that the corner of the fence was where the Mongols and the defenders fought repeatedly. Corpses from both sides were stacked on top of each other, and the new corpses were covered in blood and flesh, pressing on the old corpses.
A middle-aged soldier crawled beside the pile of corpses. Regardless of the dissuasion of others and the filth of blood, he dug desperately with both hands. What he wanted to dig out was a head that was pressed underneath. In the end, only the remains were dug out.
The head is missing and the body is nowhere to be found.
He stroked his bearded face with trembling hands, and his face was as white as chalk. Surrounding him were several young soldiers, a woman, and a child.
The child wanted to step forward to help the old soldier, but was frightened by the ferocious expression on his head. He grinned and finally started crying.
Yan Ning walked a few more steps, turned a corner, and arrived at a camp where the wounded were placed.
Many lightly and seriously injured people are already here, and a steady stream of people are being transported over. No fewer than hundreds or even thousands of people are turning and moaning, making a heart-stopping sound. And the numerous wounds all exude a strong smell of blood, attracting many
Flies, flying insects, buzzing and dancing.
An officer yelled loudly, and a group of soldiers who looked like a fresh army rushed back and forth to drive away flies, then quickly set up tents and started cooking water.
There were also some people who looked like doctors, led by a middle-aged man with a vigorous look, who hurried in.
Guo Zhongyuan said: "That person is Jing Anmin, deputy envoy of Jiedu. His subordinates came from Ye County on ships to support..."
Having said this, he puffed up his chest and said proudly: "The Mongols never wanted to capture the city of Laizhou. We used fleets to carry troops and freely mobilized many solid city fortresses on the seaside. Even if the Mongols did not retreat, they would
The only way is to get a bloody blow!"
Guo Zhongyuan spoke louder, and someone frowned and motioned to him to be gentler.
It turned out that Guo Ning had already arranged for the special prisoner, changed into a light military robe, and was patrolling the military camp surrounded by soldiers to visit the wounded.
The first to arrive was the gathering area for the lightly wounded.
Guo Ning looked relaxed and relaxed, stopping from time to time to say a few words to a wounded person.
It can be seen that it is not a deliberate gesture out of political intrigue. He is indeed familiar with many soldiers and has their trust. Therefore, one or two words can often make a soldier excited, as if his wounds are hurt.
It doesn't hurt so much anymore.
In front of Guo Ning, most of the lightly wounded soldiers tried their best to show that their injuries were not serious. Some people limped to Guo Ning's side, patting their chests and promising that they could continue fighting tomorrow. As a result, they were immediately scolded by Guo Ning.
His head was bleeding and he was ordered to lie down.
Although he was scolded a few times, the soldier was very proud and immediately became the envy of many people.
Wherever Guo Ning's footsteps passed, more and more lightly wounded people stood up, ignoring his persuasion, almost forming a long alley.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Someone in the long alley shouted loudly, wanting Guo Ning to tell him how he caught Tuo Lei. Another person asked, Liu Lang was surrounded by the Mongolian army at that time
Will you be afraid?
Guo Ning replied a few words rudely, meaning that the Mongolian nobleman was not a three-headed and six-armed man. He would faint if he hit him with a fist. As for whether he was afraid or not, he was just thinking about it. If you guys can't hold back the Mongolians, what will happen to you?
I missed it... From now on, don't say that the reward will be half a penny, everyone will be beaten with a military stick until their buttocks burst.
After hearing what he said, some people shouted in dissatisfaction, while others laughed.
Amid laughter, Guo Ning passed through the area where the lightly injured were and went to the back of the camp, where the seriously injured were receiving emergency treatment.
There is no laughter here and no one can speak loudly.
Some of the wounded have fallen into a coma, looking like half-dead people; some of the wounded have hot foreheads, frighteningly red faces, and are mumbling to themselves.
Seeing Guo Ning's figure, a few people who were a little more awake tried to get up to greet him.
Guo Ning quickly rushed forward, supported one of them, and asked the others to lie down quickly: "Don't move, don't move!"
The wounded man looked very young. His body had been burned by fire. His arms and torso had several open wounds, including knife wounds and arrow wounds. He looked very frightening.
Guo Ning held his neck and asked him to lie down on his side. He took a clean linen cloth and covered the wound that was still bleeding.
"Brother, where did you get hurt?"
"During the second Mongolian raid, I was on the watchtower outside the camp and was besieged by the Mongols... I killed one, but the watchtower was trampled and I fell to the ground and fainted."
"During the second raid? Wasn't that two days ago? Brother, were you fainted for two days?"
The soldier said: "I must have been unconscious for a day... I can't remember... the collapsed watchtower pinned me down, and I wasn't rescued until just now."
"Okay, okay." Guo Ning said with a smile: "If you survive the catastrophe, you will be blessed later. You can rest in peace and recover from your injuries."