Qin Ming, whose silver armor was bathed in blood, pulled the reins and raised his hand to wipe away the cold sweat on his forehead.
But halfway through lifting it, I realized that my body and face were covered with armor.
Qin Ming laughed dumbly.
Immediately, he raised his head, quickly glanced at the battlefield full of broken limbs, suppressed his nausea, and shouted:
"Zi Shu, Xu Gou, A Mu, A Huo."
Soon, the four of them rode their horses and came to Qin Ming. They all took off their masks and said excitedly:
"Son."
Qin Ming took off his silver mask with flame patterns and ordered the four of them:
"Take inventory of your respective teams and report the casualties to me later in this battle."
"In addition, after returning home, order everyone to make a summary of this battle, especially what they learned and what mistakes they made during this battle, record them one by one."
The four Zishu bowed in response, then turned their horses' heads and carried out the order.
As soon as the few people left, cheers rang out from behind Qin Ming.
"Okay, okay, okay."
"There is a saying in the art of war: Don't be overjoyed when you win, don't panic when you lose, and those who have thunder in their chests and faces like a flat lake can worship the general."
"My dear nephew, you really impressed me today!"
Qin Ming turned around and saw Li Jing and Duan Zhixuan. He quickly got off his horse and saluted with his hands in hand.
"General, please pay homage to the General Manager, and pay homage to General Manager Duan."
Li Jing nodded slightly.
At this time, the more he looked at Qin Ming, the more satisfied he became.
In his opinion, Qin Ming not only understood the art of war, but also dared to take the lead in fighting the enemy.
What is commendable is that even when he won, Qin Ming also knew how to let his subordinates sum up the experience and lessons learned from the battle.
Such a disciple was simply carefully prepared by God for him.
If God doesn't take it, he will take the blame
A big smile appeared on Li Jing's face, he reached out to hold Qin Ming's arm and said enthusiastically:
"My dear nephew, there is no need to be polite. Get up quickly."
"Thank you, manager."
Different from Li Jing's focus, Duan Zhixuan has been carefully looking up and down at Qin Ming's luxurious equipment since he arrived.
His eyes lingered on the flame pattern mask and cavalry sword for a long time.
Seeing Qin Ming getting up, Duan Zhixuan quickly stepped forward, pointed at the saber on Qin Ming's waist, and said:
"My dear nephew, the style of your knife is quite novel. Can you lend me your sword for a while?"
Qin Ming nodded, took off the cavalry sword from his waist, and handed it to Duan Zhixuan.
"General Manager Duan, please take a look."
Duan Zhixuan quickly took Qin Ming's saber with both hands, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and pulled it out suddenly.
Hearing Cang Cang's cry, the snow-white blade was pulled out by Duan Zhixuan.
"Good knife."
Duan Zhixuan praised.
Immediately, Duan Zhixuan held the handle of the knife and tried to swing it a few times.
"My dear nephew, not only can your sword protect your right hand, but after going through a bloody battle, there is no sign of curling up at all. What a rare sword!"
"I wonder which weapons master in Chang'an City made it? My dear nephew, can you recommend me something?"
When Li Jing heard what Duan Zhixuan said, he also turned his attention to Qin Ming.
Qin Ming smiled and said:
"Thank you, Manager Duan, for the compliment. This sword was made by a blacksmith in the Qin Mansion, not by a weapons master."
"If so, Mr. Duan likes it, and when we return to Chang'an, we can ask the craftsmen in the house to make one for you."
Duan Zhixuan frowned, then looked around and shouted loudly:
"My dear nephew, you are really naughty. If I hadn't asked your personal guard, I would have almost fooled you."
"Your personal guard has told me a long time ago that you asked Yongningfang craftsmen to make this knife, right?"
After speaking, Duan Zhixuan turned his back to the people behind him and kept winking at Qin Ming.
Qin Ming immediately understood, bowed quickly, and said with fear and fear:
"What Manager Duan taught me is that the last general was selfish and did not tell the truth to the manager."
Duan Zhixuan smiled and nodded, then he patted Qin Ming's shoulder with his big hand and said seriously:
"Put the sword aside for now and talk about business first."
Qin Ming's shoulders shrank back and he looked like he was grinning.
"Ah, hiss, hiss,,,,,"
Li Jing heard Qin Ming's painful voice and said anxiously:
"What's wrong with you, nephew? Are you injured somewhere?"
Qin Ming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said honestly:
"Before he died, a barbarian hit his shoulder with a mace."
"But fortunately, the general's armor is relatively strong, and he only suffered some minor injuries, so it won't be a problem."
Li Jing couldn't help but straighten his face after hearing this, and said angrily:
"Hmph, you still have the nerve to tell me, what did I tell you before I left?"
"You were obviously asked to stay in the wounded barracks, but you didn't listen to my commander's orders and secretly led the troops here. If you have something wrong with you, how can I explain it to the saint?"
Duan Zhixuan also echoed:
"Yes, brat, you don't know. When I heard your voice just now, my heart almost jumped into my throat."
"I'm afraid something might happen to you, so you can't take such risks next time, do you understand?"
Hearing what the two said, Qin Ming felt a little moved.
But what needed to be explained still had to be explained, so Qin Ming came up with the same rhetoric he used to deal with Baili Zhi.
"If you only care about the country's life and death, how can you avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings?"
"Who said this? It couldn't be you, right?"
Qin Ming pursed his lips and smiled, neither admitting nor denying.
At this moment, Zishu and others galloped over on horseback.
After the four people greeted Li Jing and Duan Zhixuan, they gathered in front of Qin Ming.
Zishu took the lead in bowing and saying:
"Young Master Qi, there are fifty people in the left guard regiment. In this battle, twenty were slightly injured, seven were seriously injured, and there were no dead."
Dog:
"The right guard regiment has a total of fifty people, eighteen are slightly injured, nine are seriously injured, and none are dead."
Fire One:
"There are a total of twenty-five members of the Fire Character Team, four are slightly injured, none are seriously injured, and none are dead."
Muyi:
"There are twenty-five members of the wooden team, three are slightly injured, none are seriously injured, and none are dead."
After listening to the reports of the four people, Li Jing and Duan Zhixuan looked at each other and saw deep shock in each other's eyes.
After all, Qin and Ming, newcomers to the battlefield, had just fought against an elite force led by General Murong Sheng of Tuyuhun’s Left Army!
The 150 men of Qin and Ming not only "annihilated" Tuyuhun's elite cavalry (including prisoners), but there were also so few injured.
What's even more outrageous is that none of Qin Ming's personal guards died.
What's going on with the wooden-character team, the wooden-character team, and the fire-character team?
That can be called a horrific casualty ratio. It's simply outrageous. You opened the door to outrageous people. It's so outrageous!
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