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 have put in more energy and blood than they could imagine in this life, and are almost overdrawn.
After all, untrained people cannot compare with veterans 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 headquarters of the Mongolian army, many people were so nervous that they trembled 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, 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 units of tens of thousands, with their waists straightened subconsciously, as if they could respond to the next one at any time; even the way they spoke was not like the original scramble for the first place, but more out of thin air. A bit calm.
Yan Ning knew that this kind of calmness could only be obtained after seeing life and death and having the consciousness to kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy. It proves that the soldiers have 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 in the hands of the people gathered in Tiansheng Village, he can only compare with these strong men in front of him, who is only over a thousand years old.
With a backbone of more than a thousand years old, Yan Ning was able to support Hengsi, the governor of Juzhou, and compete with Yang An'er to a certain extent. What about Guo Ning?
Thinking of this, Yan Ning shook her 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 was of great significance to the entire Great Jin court!
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, gave some instructions to his subordinates, took only two or three guards, and walked towards the camp.
The closer I got to the camp, the more corpses I saw.
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 low 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 over each other repeatedly. Corpses from both sides were piled on top of each other, and the new corpses were bloody and fleshy, pressing on the old corpses.
A middle-aged soldier crawled beside the pile of corpses, digging desperately with both hands regardless of the dissuasion of others and the filth of blood. What he wanted to dig up was a head that was buried beneath. In the end, only the head was dug out, and the body was nowhere to be found.
He stroked his shaggy head and 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. There are no less than hundreds or thousands of people rolling and moaning, forming a heart-stopping sound. The numerous wounds all exuded a strong smell of blood, attracting many flies and insects, buzzing around.
An officer yelled loudly, and a group of soldiers who looked like fresh troops 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 strong 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 was not a deliberate gesture out of political intrigue. He was indeed familiar with many soldiers and gained their trust. So often one or two words can make a soldier excited, as if the wound doesn't hurt so much.
In front of Guo Ning, most of the lightly injured people tried their best to show that their injuries were not serious. Someone limped up to Guo Ning, patting his chest and promising that the fight would continue tomorrow. As a result, Guo Ning was immediately scolded and 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, and almost gathered into a long alley.
Someone in the long alley shouted loudly, wanting Guo Ning to tell him how he caught Tuo Lei. Someone else asked, would Rokuro be afraid when he was surrounded by the Mongolian army?
Guo Ning replied rudely, meaning that the Mongolian nobleman was not a man with three heads and six arms. He would naturally faint with one fist. As for whether I was afraid or not, at that time I was just thinking, if you bitches can't hold off the Mongols, I'll lose my hand... From now on, there won't be half a penny in rewards, and everyone will be beaten with military sticks until their butts burst. until.
After hearing his words, some people shouted in dissatisfaction, while others laughed.
Amid laughter, Guo Ning passed through the area for the lightly wounded and arrived at the back of the camp, where the seriously wounded were receiving emergency treatment.
There is no laughter here and no one can speak loudly.
Some of the wounded had fallen into a coma, looking like half-dead people; some of the wounded had hot foreheads, frighteningly red faces, and were 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 horrifying.
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."
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