"Feng Shangshu is right. Even if we have cannons and furry guns now, many soldiers will die!"
Wang Ben couldn't help but feel regretful when he thought of the soldiers who died on the battlefield.
"My dear friends, please take a guess as to how many there are? Just a rough idea is enough!"
Ying Zheng continued to ask.
"Um... with an army of 100,000, even if it is small, more than 10,000 people must be killed and 10,000 or 20,000 injured, right?"
This is the least favorable state in Feng Quji's heart.
Sacrificing 10,000 people and achieving such a great victory is already considered a great success!
"No, no, no, our Daqin is so powerful now that there is no way we can suffer such heavy casualties. According to my guess, five thousand people will be killed at most, and only over ten thousand people will be injured!"
Zhang Han looked at Ying Zheng's proud expression and made a bold guess.
"Yeah! With the cover of thermal weapons, the soldiers don't have to fight with real swords and guns. Five thousand people will be killed!"
Wang Ben nodded and agreed with Zhang Han's opinion.
"I thought it would cost seven or eight thousand!"
"I feel six to seven thousand...!"
The ministers began to speculate.
But Ying Zheng smiled and shook his head, as if he was very proud.
Then he raised his eyebrows and looked at Ying Feiyu beside him.
"Feiyu, take a guess..."
However, before he finished speaking, he discovered that the young lady was leaning on the chair and fast asleep.
I don't forget to chirp from time to time, and I seem to be sleeping very soundly!
"Feiyu!"
"Feiyu!"
Ying Zheng's voice became louder and louder, and his tone became increasingly bad.
When Jing Fu saw this, he quickly ran to Ying Feiyu and patted him twice, "Your Highness the Crown Prince! Your Highness the Crown Prince?"
"Huh? What's wrong? Are you going to court?"
Ying Feiyu seemed to be sleepy, and he stood up in a daze and was about to walk out.
"Ahem...!"
Ying Zheng coughed twice as a reminder.
"Uh...! Father? What's wrong?"
When Ying Feiyu turned his head, what he saw was his scumbag father's ugly face, as if someone owed him millions of gold.
"You have the nerve to ask what's wrong? The morning court has just begun, and you are sleeping. Do you still have my father and the Qin Dynasty in your eyes?"
Ying Zheng got louder and louder, and directly put Da Qin's hat on Ying Feiyu's head.
"Your Highness, Your Majesty asked us to guess how many casualties our Qin army would suffer during this great victory!"
Seeing that Ying Zheng was angry, Zhang Han quickly reminded Ying Feiyu and diverted Ying Zheng's attention.
"How many casualties?"
Ying Feiyu was in a daze, as if he hadn't come out of the sweet dream just now, and his thoughts were not clear.
"Yes! The victory reports of General Han and General Cao have been sent to the court. The Qiang and Yelang King's cities have been destroyed. The army will arrive in Xianyang in the near future. Your Majesty, let us guess how many casualties the Qin army will have this time!"
"Feng Shangshu guessed 10,000 dead and more than 10,000 injured! Zhang Shangshu and I guessed 5,000 dead and more than 10,000 injured. Other ministers guessed the same results! Your Highness, what do you think?"
Meng Yi and Wang Ben also spoke one after another, trying to draw Ying Feiyu's dozing off into military affairs.
"What? Ten thousand deaths?"
Ying Feiyu frowned and looked at Feng Quji.
"Yes! That's right! This is just my guess, I don't know the exact number yet!"
Feng Quji cupped his hands and said.
"You can pull them down! Not to mention ten thousand, if Han Xin and Cao Shen dare to sacrifice a thousand people for me, they will go wherever they come, and don't come back to embarrass me!"
Ying Feiyu rolled his eyes and swayed back to his chair.
"What? A thousand people? Are these two armies?"
Feng Quji stared at Xiao Zhengtai in disbelief.
"Yes! This is impossible, isn't it? No more than five hundred people per army died? Who can do this?"
"Well, that's right! It's really rare for the two generals Han and Cao to capture the Qiang and Southwestern Yi so smoothly. It's really hard for them to control the death to less than 500 people!"
Other ministers also spoke one after another, feeling that this was impossible.
If the two generals were harshly criticized because the death toll exceeded 1,000, then who would dare to lead troops in war in the future?
"Of course I know that these are two armies, and it is precisely because they are two armies that they are allowed to control the death toll within a thousand people!"
Disturbed by this, Ying Feiyu's sleepiness was also driven away. He sat upright and started to fight with Feng Quji.
"Prince, don't be ridiculous. There are still a few casualties among ordinary people fighting in groups. When the two countries fight, there are often hundreds of thousands of people. How is it possible to control the number of people to less than a thousand?"
Feng Quji curled his lips, obviously not believing it.
He wanted to refute the five or six thousand people Wang Ben and the others said, let alone these one thousand people!
"Although the Qiang people have a large land area, they are all nomadic people. It is impossible for each tribe to have hundreds of thousands of such armies, unless they are mobilized! But the previous success report also said that Han Xin divided the 50,000 army into three Road, attack together, not giving them time to mobilize their troops, so there will be no phenomenon of fifty thousand people fighting against hundreds of thousands!"
"Not to mention the southwestern barbarians. They are all small countries. No one of them can have hundreds of thousands of troops! It is even more impossible to unite them!"
"As long as the number of enemy troops does not exceed 500,000 at a time, the Qin army will win very easily, there will not be too much danger, and the number of natural casualties will not be too many!"
Ying Feiyu talked a lot, and the courtiers were stunned for a while.
Not to mention, after such analysis, the casualties seemed to be smaller than they imagined!
"Even if the Qin army never took too many risks and the swords on the battlefield had no eyes, it would be impossible for there to be only a thousand casualties!"
Feng Quji shook his head, still refusing to believe it.
"Swords? Do our Qin army still need swords when going to the battlefield?"
Ying Feiyu was really angry at the old man.
Why can't it be explained?
"..."
Feng Quji was speechless by this kid.
"Even if we don't need to fight with swords, the number of casualties will not be less than five thousand!"
How else to say that this old man is stubborn?
I can't find any reason, but I just don't believe that the death toll can be controlled at a thousand!
"Okay, stop arguing! The victory report sent by the two generals has already stated the number of casualties...!"
Ying Zheng waved his hand and picked up two victory reports, "In the battle with the Southwest Yi, three thousand were injured and 456 were killed! In the battle with the Qiang, two thousand were injured and 221 were killed!"
"Hiss..."
As soon as Ying Zheng finished speaking, all the ministers in the room took a deep breath.
After such a huge victory, the number of casualties was only over 600, and the wounded were less than 5,000!
In this way, wouldn't fighting become a very safe thing?
"How is it? Is this prince right?"
Ying Feiyu raised his chin provocatively towards Feng Qu.
"The old minister is pedantic!"
Feng Quji was convinced and bowed his hand towards him.
Did he really not expect that wars would be like this now?
It can be said that there are almost zero casualties!
