Under the setting sun, everything inside and outside Jinan Fucheng became peaceful. Both the Qing and Ming armies were busy with the post-war affairs.
On the battlefield during the day, there were hundreds of soldiers from both the Ming and Qing armies respectively cleaning the battlefield. However, since those Qing army soldiers had returned after retreating, the corpses of the Qing army soldiers on the battlefield were all "processed" at this time. After that, not only were their heads chopped off by the soldiers of the new Lingshan Guard Army and taken away, but their armor and clothes were also taken away, leaving only thousands of naked, headless corpses.
At this time, the bodies of the fallen soldiers of the Lingshan Guard New Army and Dubiao Battalion on the battlefield had already been transported back to the city for placement.
In the summer evening, the breeze came slowly, but it carried a strong smell of blood. It blew through the messy and cruel battlefield, and kept making waves of whimpering sounds, as if countless undead were crying.
Guo Rong, the left commander of the Central Battalion, stared angrily ahead. Not far away were a dozen Qing soldiers who were collecting the corpses of their companions. Judging from the flags and armor, they should be Tatar soldiers with white flags in Manchuria.
"These pieces of shit!"
Yu Qian, the picket officer of the middle camp, also came over with several baggage soldiers and civilian husbands. Those baggage soldiers and civilian husbands pulled several large carts, which were filled with captured weapons, flags and other materials.
"You transport things back to the city first."
"yes."
Then Yu Qian patted Guo Rong on the shoulder and said: "Today's battle is over. Don't be impulsive and want revenge. See you on the battlefield tomorrow!"
Guo Rong nodded and said, "I just hate it! We suffered too many casualties today. The Battle of Julu was so cruel. We were beaten to death for several days, but the casualties were not as heavy as today's one day!"
"Oh! Yes."
Yu Qian said: "I heard that Guo Mingxu, the former right commander of the battalion, was also seriously injured and was hit by the fire blunderbuss of Shang Kexi's traitor soldiers. It probably happened within a day or two."
"What!"
Guo Rong looked at Yu Qian in surprise. When did the dignified Lingshan Guard New Army suffer such a big loss?
Then Guo Rong angrily threw a broken knife into the distance. The sound immediately attracted the attention of more than a dozen Qing soldiers in the distance. But soon the dozen soldiers with white flags whispered to each other and left in a hurry, obviously not wanting to cause more trouble here.
Yu Qian looked at Guo Rong who was walking back angrily, and asked loudly: "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to the wounded barracks in the city. I want to see President Guo!"
In Jinan Prefecture City.
After Liu Yan led his troops to withdraw to the camp, in order to provide better treatment for his wounded soldiers, he directly sent hundreds of wounded soldiers to the city for resettlement. Baoxue Town, a hundred households, led the medical officers accompanying the army to form a wounded soldiers camp, and established Emergency treatment was provided by everyone in several courtyards within the south gate of the city.
After hearing the news, Lu Xiangsheng and Yan Jizu hurriedly sent many doctors from the city to help. They also sent Lu Huaiying to deliver a lot of medicine, clean cloth and other items.
When Guo Rong rushed to the wounded barracks with several personal guards, he happened to meet Liu Yan.
"grown ups!"
Liu Yan was squatting on the ground, checking the condition of a wounded soldier. He looked up at Guo Rong and nodded as a greeting.
Bao Xuezhen stood nearby, and Guo Rong leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Bao Baihu, where is Guo Mingxu, the former general of Battalion 100, and how is the situation?"
Bao Xuezhen pointed to the other side and said: "Over there, the left leg was hit by a firecracker. I plan to amputate it today. Whether it can survive it depends on Mr. Guo Bai's luck."
Guo Rong was taken aback, with an expression of regret and grief on his face. At this time, Liu Yan stood up and waved to the two of them: "Go and see Mr. Guo Bai."
"yes."
There were wailing sounds everywhere in the wounded barracks. Liu Yan and others passed through the busy crowd and saw that Guo Mingxu had woken up and was looking at the top of the camp with a look of despair. He didn't know what he was thinking, and his face was still expressionless from time to time. A hint of pain flashed across his face, and he groaned a few times with his teeth bared.
"grown ups!"
Guo Mingxu suddenly saw Liu Yan walking over and was about to get up excitedly, but the severe pain in his left leg suddenly made him break out in a cold sweat, and he lay down involuntarily.
"Don't move, just lie down."
After Liu Yan finished speaking, he looked at Guo Mingxu's left leg and saw that medicine had been applied to the wound on the leg, but because of the hot weather, it was not wrapped tightly.
Guo Rong's eyes turned red when he saw this, and he greeted several times. Guo Mingxu gave a bitter smile, cursed bad luck, and then said: "If I die, you have to help me kill a few more Tatars!"
Liu Yan ignored the conversation between the two and asked Bao Xuezhen, "Has the lead bullet been taken out?"
Bao Xuezhen said: "It has been taken out, but lead bullets are easy to remove and lead poison is difficult to remove. In addition, the weather is hot right now. Most of the hundreds of wounded are injured by firearms. It is really difficult to predict how many of them will survive in the end." , the best outcome is amputation.”
"Lead poison?"
Liu Yan frowned slightly, and then he realized that the lead poison was actually the residue of the lead bullet in the body. With the debridement methods of this era, it was difficult to completely remove the residue of the lead bullet, so that the wound could not be healed. Avoid suppuration.
In this era, once a wounded soldier's wound becomes suppurative and infected, it is almost irreversible, ranging from amputation and disability to death.
Guo Mingxu also knew his situation and said: "Sir, after my subordinate dies, please take care of his family and ask them to remember to burn for him during the New Year..."
Liu Yan suddenly had a flash of inspiration, interrupted Guo Mingxu and said: "Okay! You can't die, and most likely you won't be disabled!"
After saying that, Liu Yan directly asked for a fixed-loaded bomb from the guards behind him, and opened the fixed-loaded bomb in front of everyone: "Come here, a few people, hold him down!"
Under the surprised gazes of Guo Mingxu, Guo Rong and Bao Xuezhen, several personal guards directly pressed Guo Mingxu on the bed unable to move.
"S-Sir?"
Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Liu Yan took off the plaster on Guo Mingxu's leg and poured all the gunpowder in the fixed bomb onto the wound. Guo Mingxu suddenly screamed in shock.
What frightened Guo Mingxu even more was that Liu Yan took out the fire folding piece from his waist, blew out the flames, and said to Guo Mingxu with a smile: "I think you'd better not look at it, close your eyes, and remember not to bite your tongue."
Guo Mingxu said in horror: "I, why should I bite..., ah!"
Before he finished speaking, Liu Yan used a fire stick to ignite the gunpowder. The gunpowder burned violently, and everyone seemed to smell a strange burnt aroma. After Guo Mingxu screamed, he fainted from the pain.
Liu Yan looked at the wound and saw that the wound was dark and a stream of bright red blood began to flow out.
Bao Xuezhen said in surprise: "Here, the lead poison is almost gone. Sir, look, the blood that bleeds is bright red, not dirty blood!"
Liu Yan observed it carefully and said: "It is indeed effective. Bao Baihu will clean it up carefully. Other soldiers injured by firearms will also follow this method. In addition, when debriding, you can find some spirits. Simply distill it and use it to disinfect wounds."
Bao Xuezhen quickly wrote it down, and then asked: "Sir, why can this gunpowder remove lead poison?"
Liu Yan naturally couldn't explain it well, so he had to say: "Fierce fire removes strong poison."
Bao Xuezhen repeated it several times, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he bowed to Liu Yan to learn from him.
Then Liu Yan inspected for a while, then walked out of the injured barracks and returned directly to the Lingshan Guard New Army Camp outside the city.
For these wounded soldiers, Liu Yan understood that even if they were debrided with gunpowder and disinfected with strong alcohol, many soldiers would eventually be disabled. In the future, these soldiers would be unable to continue serving in the army and would not be able to farm when they returned home. How would they live?
Liu Yan thought over and over again and decided to wait until the end of the battle and place all the disabled soldiers in the fire road piers and forts of Lingshan Guard. With their military exploits, it should not be a problem for these soldiers to serve as small flag officers and chief flag officers. It's the best time to use these soldiers to enrich the grassroots.
At the same time, people were coming and going in the Qing army's camp. As night fell, the Qing army's camps were wailing all over the place, which seemed very intrusive.
In terms of the medical methods of the Qing army, the wounded soldiers of various banners who were injured by the firearms of the new Lingshan Guards Army basically died, and they had to experience inhuman pain before they could die.
There were no doctors in the Qing army, only shamans. To put it bluntly, they were the magic sticks and goddesses who danced with the great gods. The Manchus advocated shamanism and believed that injuries could be cured by using various hallucinogenic powders, bloodletting, and performing rituals.
Although there were some captured Han doctors in the camp, these doctors were helpless in the face of difficult firearm injuries.
In the large tent of the Chinese army, Dorgon sat in the middle with a livid face, while Yue Tuo, Duduo, Du Du and the leaders of the Mongolian banners, Shang Kexi, sat at the bottom one after another.
At this time, the casualties of each banner had been calculated. Yue Tuo, Prince of Keqin County, said with a solemn expression: "Prince Qi Chunrui, our army's banners suffered huge casualties in this battle."
"The Manchurian Xiangbai Banner suffered more than 2,300 casualties, the Mongolian Zhengbai Banner suffered more than 1,900 casualties, the Mongolian Zhenghong Banner suffered more than 1,700 casualties, the Mongolian Xianghong Banner suffered more than 1,400 casualties, and the Han army suffered 8 casualties. More than 1,300 people. The total casualties of each banner were more than 16,000. Among them, the armored soldiers of each banner suffered more than 3,000 casualties."
As soon as this number came out, everyone was silent. The faces of Yibai, Buyendai, and Ngetu were even more ugly. After the day's battle, the three soldiers and horses had been disabled. If they had to go back Without supplements, the two red flags and the white flag of Mongolia will be finished!
Duduo's face was also very ugly. He attacked the Lingshan Guards' new army's large horizontal formation head-on and was directly defeated by Liu Yan's troops. Such a blow was unacceptable to Duduo. At this time, he had a sullen face and said nothing, and there seemed to be a wave of aura surrounding him. Evil spirit. 33
Yue Tuo looked at Dorgon and said: "Prince Rui, this time our army went south, we fought fiercely one after another, and the number of casualties in each banner has reached more than 19,000! If this battle continues, the warriors of each banner will The casualties would be too great, and the gains outweigh the losses!”
Du Du stood up suddenly after hearing this and shouted loudly: "Is Prince Keqin going to retreat before the battle? In my opinion, Prince Rui should immediately write a letter to report the situation of the war in Jinan to your majesty, and ask your majesty to do your best. When the troops of the Qing Dynasty go south, they must annihilate Liu Yan and Lu Xiangsheng's troops and avenge the fallen warriors!"
Although Duduo hated Liu Yan, after hearing Dudu's words, he still stood up and refuted: "Anping Baylor needs to think clearly. If the truth of this battle is reported to Your Majesty, it means that our attack is unfavorable. We have 100,000 troops but are defeated! Even if Your Majesty led his troops to rush and annihilate Liu Yan's troops, and the credit belongs to your Majesty as well. We will all be punished by your Majesty, and the Niulu population of each banner will definitely be reduced."
Du Du glanced at Duduo indignantly, but it was undeniable that what he said was true. Huang Taiji used various reasons to reduce the population of Niulu in each banner. This was an indisputable fact. So Du Du sat down angrily and stopped talking.
Yue Tuo watched Du Duo and Du Du arguing and suggested: "Prince Rui, as far as the current battle situation is concerned, our army is evenly matched with Lu Xiangsheng and Liu Yan's troops. Whoever attacks will suffer heavy losses. In this way, our army is not as good as Divide your troops and plunder various places to make up for the losses of each banner. Perhaps Lu Xiangsheng and Liu Yan will see our troops attacking various places, and they will lead their troops to rush for reinforcements, and then the battle situation will be reversed."
The leaders of various banners in Mongolia agreed one after another. As long as they no longer have to fight to the death with Liu Yan's tribe, the three of them can do anything.
Shang Kexi is a Han Chinese and can't speak here. He just sits aside and listens submissively.
Dorgon's face was very ugly at this time. Everyone was already thinking of retreating. Could it be that he was going to be defeated by Liu Yan again?
Some people died, but not completely...
