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.
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 and drifting? I'm afraid it's impossible to describe this miserable situation, it's like hell on earth.
In Zhang Kuang's hand, Mo Daozhu's armor 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 put the horizontal knife into its sheath 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 the order."
Arrogant and lonely, he walked toward the city with the Mo Dao, and a loud sound came from behind the silence: "Victory, victory."
"All officers and men obey orders and clear the battlefield."
"The commanders of Longwuwei began to order their soldiers to clear the battlefield and collect supplies."
The whole night was silent, and 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, they must have gained a lot.
"The general has arrived."
"The general will finally join the battle."
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 and said: "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, spears and halberds. The loss of troops was the most serious, totaling 3,000, 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."
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Zhang Kuang slapped the table with a cold face: "A great victory? Is this called a great victory? We defended the city, and the Turks were depleted of men and horses, and yet 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 horse's belly and the galloping horses make it difficult to hit. 600,000 arrows hit the ground, and nearly 300,000 were shot on the ground. Some of the Turks were hit by arrows. There are more than a dozen."
"This is not a reason. The Turks can kill thousands of brothers just by hanging on their horses and counterattacking quickly. You can practice how they can!"
"It's an order."
"The captured prisoners were lured with large sums of money into the archery camp to train archers. If one person refuses to obey, ten will be killed. If ten refuse to obey, a hundred will be killed. If a hundred refuse to obey, all will be trapped and 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, you will be in trouble if you keep it. 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 whether the divine punishment is more powerful or the sword in this general’s hand is more powerful.”
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!"
"Seriously 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 inquire 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 them."
"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 and pondered.
After a cup of tea, he sat down at the desk and began to polish his pen.
"I report to Your Majesty that the Yingzhou Guard General is arrogant and has come to see Your Majesty. The Turks are immoral and have raised unknown troops to invade our border... I wish Your Majesty the dragon health and long live 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 Duolu 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 losses due to its flat terrain, with more than 13,000 soldiers lost.
No matter how unfavorable it is to send troops, it can still cause such serious casualties to the soldiers of Northern Xinjiang. 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 during the siege was several times that of the Turks. It was a blessing in misfortune.
It’s a pity that tens of thousands of Dalong men will never be able to return home.
The poor bones by the river are like those in a boudoir's dream.
As Zhang Kuang said at the beginning, the rank of general and the title of Marquis of the 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 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 a mixture of blood and fire.
PS: I have only three updates today because I am out for business.
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