From this point of view, the Qin Army taking advantage of people's danger is simply a long-standing inheritance, which also explains why the Qin Army has no psychological burden for things like "injuring people with hidden arrows".
Therefore, the only reason for the Qin army to retreat could only be to avoid exchanging lives with the crazy Zhao army.
After all, Zhao Jun has almost fallen into madness. Instead of stalking a madman, it is better to give him what he wants. It is just a corpse anyway. Maybe getting the corpse can better dampen Zhao Jun's morale. .
And whether it's getting rid of the defense line or returning the body, it all takes time! After the body is returned, shouldn't Zhao Jun pay homage? It's time again! And time is on the side of the Qin army. If it can be delayed for a while, Zhao Jun's combat power will be depleted. Why not?
"Ding, ding, ding..." The sound of ringing gold sounded, and the Qin army in black armor retreated in an orderly manner like a black tide.
In fact, there was no need for the Qin army to retreat. Zhao Wei waved his swords and was about to kill Zhao Kuo.
Looking at the slowly retreating Qin army, neither Zhao Wei nor other Zhao soldiers had any intention of pursuing them. Then a strange scene appeared: the Qin and Zhao armies seemed to have a tacit understanding, one side retreated and the other stood still. It was not until the Qin army completely gave up Zhao Kuo's position that the Zhao army swarmed towards Zhao Kuo.
"General!"
"General!"
A rapid, sad and rough voice sounded in Zhao Kuo's ears.
Drowsily, Zhao Kuo tried his best to open his eyes. But it had been some time since he fell to the ground. The heavy bleeding took away too much of his heat and strength. Now Zhao Kuo didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.
Seeing the general's motionless appearance, the officers and soldiers were even more sure of the fact that their general had died in battle. They all felt sad and wished they could immediately pick up their swords and fight to the death with the Qin army.
Fortunately, it was Zhao Wei who was holding Zhao Kuo's "corpse". Although his appearance was a bit rough, his mind was still delicate. Zhao Kuoruo's breath seemed to be absent, and he was immediately discovered by Zhao Wei.
"General!" Zhao Wei shouted in surprise.
"Quickly, retreat, camp, defend." Zhao Kuo also tried his best at this time and said a few words: "Sun, general, generation, defend."
Although Zhao Kuo's words were intermittent, mixed with the blood in his mouth and a little unclear, the word "shou" was repeated twice, which was obviously caught by Zhao Wei.
Shou?
Where to keep?
How to keep it?
Don't think so much now, rescuing the general is the main business!
Zhao Kuo's intermittent words and rising and falling chest naturally fell into the eyes of the surrounding soldiers.
"General!"
"The general is not dead!"
A wave of excitement spread instantly, and the news that Zhao Kuo was still alive naturally spread.
Zhao Wei knew that he had to evacuate immediately, otherwise it would not be seconds before the Qin army reacted and came to pursue them.
Immediately, Zhao Wei ordered in the name of the deputy leader of the personal guard: "The shield soldiers and spear soldiers are behind, the cavalry is clearing the way, and return to camp quickly!"
After hearing the order, all the officers and men immediately took action.
The old doctor on the side was also brought to Zhao Kuo's side by the soldiers. Seeing that the general was still alive, the old doctor was also in tears. He immediately held on to the wound for a while, and took out the best ancestral medicine from his arms with trembling. Jin Chuangyao, being cruel, pulled out the sealed plug and poured it on Zhao Kuo's wound without saying a word as if it was free of charge.
This is the golden sore medicine passed down from generation to generation by old doctors! Not to mention the price of gold, several medicinal herbs were rare to find, but now they were all sprinkled on Zhao Kuo.
And this golden sore medicine lived up to its name. As the powder was sprinkled little by little and soaked in little by little, the bleeding from the wound slowly stopped. Only then did the old doctor stop pouring the medicine, but only half of the full bottle of golden sore medicine was left.
But it seemed that the old doctor was no longer prepared to keep the remaining half bottle, so he immediately commanded his soldiers to open Zhao Kuo's mouth, and poured the remaining half bottle of powder into Zhao Kuo without wasting it at all. In his mouth, a mouthful of turbid wine was immediately served to Zhao Kuo.
The golden sore medicine for internal and external use soon started to work again. Zhao Kuo's originally pale complexion suddenly turned slightly red. Although it was not rosy, it at least had the warmth that a person should have (not that he was returning to the light). .
Domestic gold sore medicine is made from cows!
On the other side, a simple stretcher made of clothes and armor was quickly made. Zhao Kuo was also carefully laid sideways on top of it. Several strips of cloth torn from Geyi were sandwiched between two wooden boards to tighten Zhao Kuo slightly to prevent secondary injuries during the movement.
Immediately, the four soldiers lifted up the stretcher one by one. Zhao Wei stood guard with a knife and was about to return to camp surrounded by all the troops.
Zhao Kuo, who had taken the golden sore medicine, woke up again and slowly opened his eyes. Seeing this, Zhao Wei hurriedly approached him and asked anxiously: "General, how do you feel? Just hold on, I'll be there soon." Let’s go back to camp.”
When Zhao Kuo heard this, he slowly shook his head and said with difficulty: "If you don't return to the camp, you will abandon the camp, use the fresh force of the camp to rear your army, and the whole army will go south immediately!"
Zhao Wei was slightly stunned and asked: "General, are you injured?"
"Don't say more, the whole army will go south immediately! Join Sun Gu." Zhao Kuo's harsh tone shocked Zhao Wei, but as soon as these words came out, Zhao Kuo almost consumed all his energy, and then he His head tilted and he fell asleep.
That's right, southward. My purpose in this battle: first, to kill a large number of Qin troops - one hundred thousand Qin troops, probably losing more than half of them; second, to use my own body to inspire Zhao Jun to defend themselves in difficult situations.
Obviously, both objectives have been achieved. If you are holding on to the camp, you will be waiting to be annihilated by the Qin army. The only way for him and his soldiers to survive was to go south, join up with Sun Gu's troops, hold on to the continuous fortress, and wait for the arrival of reinforcements.
Seeing Zhao Kuo falling asleep again, the old doctor on the side hurriedly stepped forward, felt Zhao Kuo's pulse again, and then said: "This broken arrow needs to be pulled out as soon as possible, otherwise..."
When Zhao Wei heard this, he was extremely conflicted in his heart. A dilemma faced Zhao Wei: Should he obey General Zhao Kuo's order and move the entire army south, or should he return to the camp and heal the general's wounds?
It stands to reason that soldiers take obedience as their bounden duty and should follow the general's instructions and lead the army to retreat south. However, the doctor's words just now are very clear. If he does not return to the camp and pull out the arrow quickly, I am afraid that the general will have trouble. Life is in danger. But if they return to camp and are surrounded again by the Qin army, I am afraid that these tens of thousands of troops will not be able to escape...
Zhao Wei looked at Zhao Kuo who was lying unconscious on the stretcher, and then looked at the endless Zhao army that was retreating in an orderly manner. His heart finally stopped and he ordered...
