Victory on the first day of Section 90
Wang Xi and Li Guang's troops also fled. All the soldiers around Li Guang died, and even the flag was almost lost. [Read the latest chapter] He himself was shot once and was finally rescued. Wang Xi was killed while commanding his troops to cross the trench.
He Rubin was secretly anxious when he saw the men and horses rolling and surging under the earth embankment, constantly attacking the earth embankment and being forced down again and again. At this time, he saw that the training guerrilla troops sent for follow-up reinforcements were retreating one after another. He couldn't help but feel furious. He was about to order the drums to be beaten to urge the attack, but he saw that the troops who had already attacked the trench were also retreating. In an instant, the four to five thousand men and horses on the battlefield were completely scattered like an avalanche, and the ground was full of defeated soldiers who abandoned their helmets and armor.
"Should we send out the ambush troops?"
"No, the enemy's capital has not been used up yet, and He Rubin's headquarters and servants have not been dispatched." He Ming looked at the situation on the battlefield, "He Rubin has to use his capital tomorrow. We rely on our positions to completely cripple them. , wait until they are discouraged and all the trees and grass are in retreat, and then use one go to defeat the enemy.”
At the top of Chengmai City, news of the deaths of Guangdong training guerrilla Wang Xi and Fubiao battalion guerrilla Wang Daoji were received. The atmosphere of the officers and generals watching the battle was extremely low. The optimistic atmosphere was swept away: today only two economic generals in Guangdong were killed in action, and more than 20 other generals of the Thousand General and above were killed in action. Such a heavy loss is enough to qualify as a "disastrous defeat."
He Rubin's head was covered in cold sweat. If he couldn't completely wipe out the Kun thieves for such heavy losses, it would be difficult for him to explain to the governor or the court. He ordered: "Bang the drum." He decided to invest his own soldiers and servants this time to break through the enemy's stronghold in one fell swoop.
It was Zhao Ruyi who stopped him: "Our army has suffered a setback, and its morale has declined today. No more attacks will only injure the soldiers. The general must not act in a moment of anger. Fortunately, our army's strength is still there, so we will withdraw our troops for the time being and fight again tomorrow."
The sound of the gong for withdrawing troops resounded over the entire battlefield, but in fact, there was no gong. The offensive of the government army has also been defeated. The Fubo army gradually stopped shooting after a large number of the government troops fled. Those injured officers and soldiers who could still walk limped back.
The smoke gradually dispersed from the battlefield, and only then could both sides clearly see the results of the nearly three-hour fight. Corpses were filled everywhere inside and outside the trench, and the corpses under the embankment were particularly dense. In some places, they were stacked as high as half a person. There were corpses hanging everywhere on the earthen embankment, and even on the slope of the earthen embankment. Blood gurgled down the earthen embankment like black streams.
A strong smell of blood, sweat and gunpowder smoke hung over the battlefield, making it sickening.
The infantry and militiamen of the Fubo Army were all in tatters, their faces were covered with smoke and dust, and some of them were injured. They used their rifles to prop themselves up. Some people lost their rifles and picked up the long guns and swords of the officers and soldiers. They looked at the fleeing officers and soldiers with dull expressions, as if they had just had a dream.
Seeing the Ming army retreating, groups retreated into the camp. The soldiers of the Fubo Army who had just come to their senses burst into cheers of victory - they defeated the fierce attack of four to five thousand elite officers and soldiers and stood firm. The cheers were transmitted along the embankment one after another, resounding over the entire battlefield.
Compared with the indigenous officers and soldiers, the sentimental veteran officers almost cried with joy - this army they built with their own hands and trained hard for two years finally showed that they are an army truly capable of fighting, not It was just a neat line of people walking out of the review field. He Ming noticed that several veteran officers were wiping their eyes and couldn't help but smile:
"What? Everyone is crying? Like a girl"
"I'm... happy..." Wei Aiwen always showed off his German-style tough-guy appearance. He couldn't help wiping his eyes at this moment, "Our army... finally succeeded. We will not lose, we will win."
"Xiao Wei, why are you bragging about the victory of will all day long? You are still bleeding cat urine." You Laohu said proudly, carrying the blood-stained frontier army's sword. There was blood all over his body. , even on his face, but he didn't wipe it off at all, as if to show off his reckless hand-to-hand combat, "Look at me, I chopped off more than a dozen heads in one breath..."
As soon as he finished saying this, he suddenly fell to the ground. Everyone present was shocked. Zhang Tumu, the army doctor, quickly took a look at his condition.
"It's nothing serious. The blood loss from the wound plus dehydration." As he spoke, he opened the medical kit he carried with him and gave You Laohu an injection. "Carry him to the health center."
"Lao You is really fierce..."
"Sooner or later, this will risk your life." Zhang Tumu said, "There are wounds all over the body, not deep, but if there is too much blood, it will kill you."
Dongmen Chuiyu said: "This will prevent You Laohu from participating in the battle tomorrow. We must quickly appoint the acting battalion commander of the third battalion."
"Let Lin Shenhe act as the agent. He performed well today." Dongmen Chuiyu said, "He has mentioned it to me several times and wants to transfer his relationship to the army instead of working as an ordnance engineer all day long. I I think it’s okay. Isn’t he very familiar with queuing up and shooting?”
"No, he is not familiar with the Third Battalion." He Ming thought for a moment, "Yu Zhiqian acted as the commander of the Third Battalion, and Lin Shenhe first filled his position as company commander. We will make adjustments after the war. This battle is almost over. We’ll find out tomorrow.”
Although the Ming army still has a large number of troops, He Ming knows that the enemy's morale has declined. Even if He Rubin uses his servants and Zhenbiao tomorrow, it is unlikely to be as violent as today - the most important thing is that his soldiers have already Have the belief to win. He will fight even more bravely in the upcoming decisive battle.
All the snipers on the guard tower came down. They played a great role in the melee. Not only did they kill many officers, they disrupted the offensive organization of the officers and soldiers more than once, and they also used rifles to block the breach at the most critical moment. . At this moment, their faces were full of smoke, their fingers were swollen, and some of their hands were bleeding. But everyone was in high spirits, carrying pockets containing a lot of bullet casings, and happily discussing their achievements.
"I killed at least three officers and the general."
"The general I shot was obviously a general at least."
"The fart commander is only one person. The most you can hit is a boss."
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The total score of the veteran sniper team is 247 kills, which is quite impressive. However, as Zhou Weisen said, the enemies are so densely packed together that it is difficult for you to miss them. He claimed to have shot a general 1,000 meters away, but Qian Shuiting insisted that he was the one who hit him. The two men had a heated argument.
Qian Shuiting's total kills were 14, but he kept the most detailed records. There were various symbols on the paper such as bows, arrows, spears, three-eyed guns, military flags, and helmets to represent the types of targets he killed. Zhou Weisen laughed at him because he took too long to draw pictures, so he had less time to shoot.
Tintin crawled out of an artillery fort - today he thought he fully understood what "narrow escape" meant. Decades later, he would often show off his bravery that day to a grandson who could not name him: what enemy was trying to kill him? Come on, he was still filming when the enemy rushed one meter in front of him, without even moving; he killed seven or eight officers and soldiers alone with the camera's tripod; he and a certain officer and general were singled out and killed He was knocked to the ground, and the other person said "I'm convinced" before he died.
In fact, Tintin's situation is indeed very dangerous. He originally shot at the command post. After the first attack, he handed over his professional camera to his assistant in order to get better and more intuitive material. He took a dv to the embankment and filmed for a while on the sentry tower. , and then entered an artillery fort used by snipers. I originally thought that the officers and soldiers would collapse directly under the earth embankment like the first attack, but unexpectedly the enemy still rushed up. At the most intense moment, officers and soldiers and Fubo Army infantry fought hand-to-hand outside the fort. Several times, officers and soldiers tried to break into the fort where he was shooting, but were driven out with bayonets by the soldiers protecting him.
After all the enemies retreated, Ding Ding rested for a while before coming out of the fort, still clutching the DV convulsively.
This is so exciting...so exciting..." he muttered.
The actual dv footage shot in the fort was so exciting that it had to be cut off during the public screening because it was so bloody and violent.
Health teams and soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield after a fierce battle on the earth embankment. No matter whether they were dead or alive, they kicked everyone they saw. Those who were able to move, regardless of whether they were officers or soldiers or their own people, were all put on stretchers.
Tian Liang was found from the pile of corpses by the health workers. He vaguely felt someone kicking him, and he moved a little.
"The ensign is still alive," a voice said in the distance.
"Take it to the dressing room quickly."
Then he felt a hard thing was put around his neck to immobilize him, and then he was moved to a stretcher. When moving, it touched his wound, causing him to scream.
Someone immediately poured some cool liquid into his mouth, which had a strong medicinal smell. He felt comfortable all over, his wounds no longer hurt, and then he fell asleep.
The total number of casualties of the Fubo Army, including militiamen, reached more than 300, and more than 100 people died, a quarter of whom were officers and sergeants. This casualty ratio makes He Ming and others feel happy and worried. The high number of officers and sergeants killed in battle shows that setting an example has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but it is very regrettable that the backbone that has been painstakingly cultivated is lost like this.
The loss of weapons was very severe, not only hundreds of rifles, many lances, but also three cannon were damaged. The ammunition consumption is even more alarming.
Zhang Tumu's health center was a busy place. Six to seven hundred wounded from both sides gathered in the open space outside the big tent of the health center. Rows of stretchers were lined up on the ground. The lightly wounded members of the Fubo Army squatted aside, smoking and chatting. There were also people sitting motionless, seemingly dead, but when someone touched them they would groan in pain.
The wounded officers and soldiers sat together with gloomy eyes. No one dared to call out except those who could not bear the pain. They watched in fear as the blood-covered Kun thief came in and out of the big tent, and screams could be heard from inside.
Zhang Tumu's sleeves were rolled up, and his arms were stained with blood. He looked like a butcher with his white robe splattered with blood. The hygienists around him were similar, all covered in blood - he had already performed several operations.
You Laohu was carried into the tent and onto a clean first aid table. The strong smell of blood and disinfectant woke him up. When he saw the health workers using large scissors to cut between his legs, he was startled and quickly protected the key parts.
"What?"
"Take off your clothes." Zhang Tumu said, "How else will you treat the wound?"
"I don't have any wounds 'there', please don't let him hang around with the scissors, okay? There's no place to put new ones if the scissors are broken."
"It's okay, he cut too much." Zhang Tumu joked, "Help the lieutenant colonel clean up the wounds."
When the irritating disinfectant came into contact with the wound, You Laohu's face turned pale, but in order to maintain his tough guy image, he would rather hold on and refrain from shouting.
"No need, just scream if it hurts." Zhang Tumu checked the wounds quickly, "It was recorded that there were multiple skin lacerations on the left and right arms, left and right shoulders, chest, and left and right thighs, and a deep tear on the left rib with a blade. The organs are visible and there are no fractures." After that, he ordered, "Inject tetanus immediately. Are you dizzy?"
"faint"
"You're bleeding a lot, but it's not dangerous yet, otherwise I would have to ask the soldiers to donate blood to you - intravenously inject 5oo of glucose saline and a shot of morphine."
"No more morphine." You Laohu didn't want to have anything to do with this thing.
"You'll think about it as soon as I suture your wound," Zhang Tumu told the hygienist, "I'll go take care of the other people first, and I'll do the suturing of the wound myself."
Zhang Tumu left Youhu Lao behind and performed emergency surgery on a soldier who had been stabbed in the stomach. He found it strange that the operation was successful, because back then he just couldn't pass the operation and ended up in the emergency room.
"Doctor Zhang was shot in the eye three times," the health worker hurried in.
"Carry it to Dr. Ning"
The bald and slightly fat Jing Hai looked at the wounded man with holes all over his body and blood flowing all over the floor, and complained: "How many times is this already? It's impossible to take out all the warheads without a light machine to take pictures..."
"Save his life first, and then wait until the horse is bleeding from the filming." Zhang Tumu said, "This guy looks like he needs a blood transfusion."
"Blood pressure, heartbeat are dropping" the hygienist shouted.
"Quick, Belladonna injection and infusion," Tranquility Hai shouted, and he casually opened the ID tag around the wounded man's neck, "Blood type, call four or five blood type militiamen to draw blood."
The medical department has not yet established a full blood supply system, and uses "blood donors" to supply clinical blood. All the plasma used during the operation comes from on-site blood donations from health workers and militia members who have passed the blood test. When necessary, draw from healthy militia and labor.
Tian Liang was carried to Yang Guogui. He had just finished sewing up a soldier's wound and was washing and disinfecting his hands.
"Puncture wound on the left leg," Yang Guoguo glanced at him and shouted, "Ready to take the arrow and inject tetanus."
The scalpel cut open his muscles, and the pliers carefully pulled out the broken arrowhead from his leg. Yang Baogui carefully checked whether there were any broken parts left in the wound, and then cleaned and disinfected his wound.
Tian Liang groaned and woke up.
"How is it? Second Lieutenant." Yang Baoguo said, "I was hit by an arrow in the leg. You are lucky, no major blood vessels were injured and no bones were touched. One shot or two punctures, and you can continue to be active after a month's rest."
Yang Baogui's skill in treating wounds was so superb that no one could tell that he was actually a veterinarian. He came to the camp to treat the wounds of the mules and horses abandoned by the Ming army when the battle was over. For now, I'll be playing a guest role as a military doctor.
Most of the wounded were not seriously injured, and their wounds were cleaned and sutured. Thanks to the availability of tetanus injections and antibiotics, the lives of many soldiers could be saved. With the help of blood transfusions, fluids, and surgeries, many soldiers who were originally seriously injured and destined to die were able to survive.
"...During the second anti-encirclement and suppression campaign, the Ministry of Health used homemade medicines and equipment to treat the sick and wounded on a large scale for the first time. This was also the first time that homemade antibiotics and tetanus serum were used on the battlefield to treat the wounded. The efforts of medical staff have achieved good results and saved many lives..." ("Health Journal? Volume 1"
The homemade tetanus serum uses horse serum. In order to obtain horse blood, the Ministry of Health and Nick fought a lot of litigation. They only obtained enough horse serum on the premise of ensuring that drawing horse blood would not affect the health of the horses. There is no better way to test the actual efficacy of the tetanus serum produced by consuming a lot of resources than when it is used in combat.
The captured and wounded officers and soldiers were also treated, first out of "humanitarianism" and secondly out of "pragmatism" - everyone is a valuable labor force. What the Lingao regime lacks most is people.
"Ren, please stop chanting." Zhang Tumu was very busy. When he saw Renn, who was in charge of quarantine and epidemic prevention, doing his last prayers to a seriously injured soldier, he couldn't help but get angry. "The battlefield will be cleaned soon. You are the leader, go and report quickly."
"...In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen." He made the sign of the cross to the dying wounded, turned around and said, "Martyrs need spiritual comfort..."
"Doctor... Chief... I'm still alive..." the wounded man said, "Doctor Zhang said... I can't die."
"Oh - that's right, God is everywhere..."
"Go quickly," Zhang Tumu urged repeatedly, and Ren stood up reluctantly. The so-called cleaning of the battlefield meant cleaning and burying corpses. This work was disgusting and laborious. Who said that he was in the field of preventive medicine, killing and controlling diseases? Professional. And he still has to do the tasks assigned by the fake Christian Dean Wu. It is said to be to expand the influence of the church. For this reason, he has confessed to several seriously wounded officers and soldiers who were dying. While doing it, I muttered whether I was doing it properly or not. a! ~!
