"Drive~drive~~"
"Run!"
'Crackling...'
"I surrender, surrender!"
Wang Baobao's army was running, and Xu Da's army was chasing. The fusiliers mounted their horses and stopped after the fight.
Followed by other infantry and cavalry, some surrendered and went over to tie up and collect their weapons.
As they chased and ran away, each Yuan soldier fell on the road while others surrendered, and the injured shouted the most sincerely.
Wang Baobao's cavalry were also knocked off their horses. The horses followed and the injured rushed wildly.
It was said that it was five miles, but in fact it was still about half a mile away. The Ming army's pursuit stopped. No matter how embarrassed the opponent was, they turned back to collect the surrendered troops, horses, and enemy weapons.
As soon as the fusiliers came back, they immediately dismounted and reloaded. This was their life. A flintlock with bullets was better than a flintlock with a bayonet inserted.
They had bayonets on hand, and if necessary, they inserted the bayonet into the front barrel without a bayonet buckle.
Such a bayonet can easily be knocked off horizontally, but it is still better than nothing, at least it can stab it.
Wait until you get back and install a new bayonet that can be inserted into the barrel. That one will not be able to be knocked out, but it can be deflected and blocked.
"Maintain the defensive formation, scout for information, and treat the enemy's wounded." Xu Da put down his telescope and ordered again.
He saw Wang Baobao running in such a mess and did not chase him. He would definitely listen to His Majesty's words.
You Wang Baobao, run away! I don't believe you won't come back. If you come back, I will still have a range advantage. I can either charge or keep running.
"Don't move, I'll give you a stick to bite on, and I'll help you get the bullets. If you die, it's your fate. Remember to be grateful if you're alive!"
The Ming army happily treated the enemy's wounds, including those with bullets in their stomachs, and carefully rummaged through them.
For them, this is a practice, they regard these enemies as their brothers and operate according to what they have learned before.
Each of the wounded was immobilized and bitten with a wooden stick. The Ming soldiers first washed their hands with soap, and then wiped their tools and hands with alcohol.
The next step is to patiently remove the bullet for the other party, or sew up the wound, and put a gauze bandage on it.
Muffled sounds could be heard from time to time in the camp. It was obvious that it was very painful to deal with this kind of trauma.
Of course, there are also those who cannot be rescued, so they can only give up with regret, throw them into the big pit next to them, and bury them together when the time comes.
The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the body cannot be exposed to the wild, as diseases will appear.
Of course, there is no problem in throwing it into the desert. It will either turn into bones or dry matter.
The scouts ran around to determine Wang Baobao's position. Xu Da looked at the sky and ordered the meals to be cooked. The soldiers took turns eating, in case Wang Baobao came back at any time.
"The soldiers are very happy. They have never fought such a smooth battle. In fact, if they really use cavalry to charge, or if they charge with the musket soldiers, archers, and shield soldiers before, we must have a lot of casualties."
Lan Yu came to Xu Da's side and talked about the team's situation and judgment on the battlefield.
Xu Da shook his head: "If we really fight like that, Wang Baobao can only run away with a small number of people. Now he still has nearly 20,000 people.
He Zongzhe, who never came out, didn't know where he was hiding. He thought there were only more than 20,000 people there.
This time, more than 3,000 people were captured, and more than 1,000 others were killed, without losing any of our own. "
Xu Da analyzed the situation. He didn't care about killing people in battle. It was not like he had never fought in a battle before. He himself also suffered a lot of injuries.
On the contrary, he regretted that Wang Baobao did not send troops to charge forward forcefully. If he had made a forceful charge, he was sure to lose one or two thousand people and leave the opponent's 20,000 people behind.
Lan Yu nodded and believed that Wang Baobao could be crippled at once at a certain price.
He glanced at the flags of the Yuan soldiers that had been collected and smiled: "Wang Baobao probably didn't see what was going on and didn't dare to risk everything. At the same time, he also wanted to lure us to chase him."
"The flintlock gun has a long range and fast reloading speed. Anyone who encounters it for the first time will feel uncomfortable. It has nothing to do with command ability.
Then they will find ways to deal with it, such as thicker shields, ambushes, and night attacks.
That's what fighting is all about. Fighting for morale and luck, but also using strengths and avoiding weaknesses. The flintlock gun is so useful, hahaha! "
Xu Da couldn't help but laugh as he spoke, feeling very happy.
The corners of Lan Yu's lips curled up: "When I go back and become a secretary, half of the Ming army should be fusiliers, and 10%... the fire blunderbuss should be melted! Replace it with rotating fusiliers.
Leave 40% to use shields, spears, bows and arrows, and anyone can be a cavalry, equipped with an extra saber.
In this way, when the fusiliers encountered the enemy's cavalry charging into the formation, it was better to have spearmen to help resist them. "
Cooking began in the camp, and Wang Baobao's army lost a lot of baggage, which was all collected.
Xu Da didn't know whether Wang Baobao did it on purpose or if he was really frightened. He threw away the baggage and felt that Wang Baobao was going to die.
Just stay steady, fight when it comes, and move forward slowly if it doesn't come. Anyway, what you bring is enough.
There were arrows and grain in the baggage. The grain was all fried noodles and highland barley noodles, and there was salt in it. The salt... was a bit black, and it was made from large pieces of crushed salt. The grains were very uneven.
"Don't you eat meat?" a Ming soldier asked the prisoners.
The prisoner looked at the other person as if he were a fool: "Can you eat meat? Our ancestors could eat meat because they raised many livestock. Now we are constantly fighting, so where can we get meat?"
"Then you continue to eat highland barley noodles, and I will make you a bowl of soup. How dare you fight with us after eating this?" Ming Jun looked down upon him.
Then the aroma of meat from the camp spread. There were bacon, sausages, air-dried chicken, and most of all, dried salted fish in the team.
When cooking the rice, put the diced meat in, and cook the soup over there. Use dried green onions, ginger, carrots, peppercorns and salt.
The uninjured prisoners were served soup first, and no salt was added yet! There is salt in the highland barley noodles they eat.
The injured were fed the same food as the Ming army. These people could be taken back and used as laborers, just like animals were treated when they were sick.
The uninjured prisoners were fed first, and then the injured prisoners who could not feed themselves were fed.
Like the prisoners whose intestines were broken, they didn't know whether they would survive. Anyway, they had their intestines washed and then sewn shut. Their stomachs were also washed, leaving a soaked straw as a drainage tube.
If you are not given food, you will be hungry. If your stomach and intestines are not hurt, you need to be fed by others. If you are alone, your arms and legs will be hurt, so you have to eat by yourself.
It was not out of the Ming army's kindness to raise the seriously injured enemy, but it was used for observation and to give the enemy medicine!
If he survives this, he will gain experience if his brother is injured in the future!
"Are you all going to eat this?" A wounded prisoner who was unlucky and lucky to have been shot four times in the same leg asked the Ming army who had just treated his wounds next to him.
"It's good to be at home for a thousand days, but it's hard to go out for just one day! Just make do with what you eat! Otherwise, what else can you do? Isn't that what it's like to be a soldier?"
The person treating the wound was observing, not delaying his meal, with a look of resignation on his face.
Wounded person: "..."
He took a sip of rice and then a sip of soup: "Why do you have meat to eat? And the things in the soup, your salt is not bitter at all."
"Why should we eat bitter salt when there is not bitter salt? Everything in the soup is dried before and is worthless. The meat is... less than one tael per person for a meal!"
The man from the Ming Army continued, as if he had been greatly wronged by such military food.
No more today, thank you brothers and sisters for your support! The farmer bowed! Thanks! Fix an error. Previously, the farmer confused Zhang Cundao with He Zongzhe. He Zongzhe was Wang Baobao's general, and Zhang Cundao was with Tang He. The farmer made a mistake when copying and pasting. It has been corrected. Sorry!
(End of chapter)
