The battle was basically over. The veterans took out their water bags, poured water on the cloth strips, tied them on their faces to cover their mouths and noses, and began to repair the wounds. If there were no wounds on the chest and throat, they would repair the two areas. One knife.
Thick smoke billowed, the fire gradually extinguished, and the sky finally brightened.
The new recruits seemed to have collapsed, slumped on the ground, surrounded by corpses.
Many new soldiers began to vomit again, and there was no strength left in their bodies.
But this time, the old soldiers helped them up, showed a smile, and told them how to clean the battlefield. It was taboo to sit next to the corpses of enemy thieves. Many new soldiers died inexplicably because of the corpses. , does not mean that there are no survivors, nor does it mean that thieves will not pretend to be dead and suddenly launch a sneak attack.
Cold weapons and hot weapons have a lot in common. They are both weapons, and they are both used to kill people. If you want to kill people, you will use all means. When you use all means, the battlefield will be extremely bloody.
Burnt corpses, broken limbs, unblinking eyes, coagulated blood, and horrific scars all shocked the senses.
The veteran soldiers have long been accustomed to it. Even if the new soldiers step into the battlefield and participate in it, they still feel strong discomfort.
But the new soldiers still have to be led by the old soldiers to clean the battlefield, looking for the survivors who are pretending to be dead, and dealing blows to the survivors who are suspected of pretending to be dead, making the already riddled corpses even more terrifying.
Chu Qing had retreated to the outskirts of the settlement, squatting on the ground, listening to Lin Hu report his battle losses.
Two new members of the aristocratic family died in the battle, one was injured, and one of the old soldiers died in the battle.
Chu Qing looked at the yellow sand on the ground and murmured.
He knew that zero casualties in battle was more difficult than winning the lottery, but he still felt bad.
Three people died, two new members of the family, one old member, three people died...
A tribe of a thousand people was wiped out, and the damage in this battle was negligible.
But for Chu Qing, it was still sad and sad. He couldn't remember the names of all the people who caught the old wolf, but that face was familiar.
Even for Lin Kui and others, it was difficult to hide their sadness. The number of wolf-catching troops was already small, and they had to go deeper into the grassland. The more they fought, the more comrades would die in the battle, and the fewer people would continue to fight.
"Let the injured nobleman go back, tie the brothers who died in the battle to the horseback, and let the nobleman carry the bones back."
After finishing speaking, Chu Qing remained silent until a new member of an aristocratic family came over with a bandage tied to his abdomen, then he raised his head.
This family member's face was covered in blood, he was stabbed in the abdomen, and his face was pale.
"Master Chu, student, student doesn't want to go back."
In fact, this kind of injury is not considered serious. The bleeding has been stopped with medical cloth, and the veteran can just sew the wound up.
But for the wolf-catching army, this is a serious injury. If he has gone deep into the grassland, it is definitely impossible to let him go back. But he has just come out of seclusion, and it is still too late to go back now. Otherwise, it will be a drag. Everyone needs to take care of him, and he is not lucky. If it is good, the wound will worsen and become life-threatening.
"May I have your name?"
"Zhou Ping'an."
The children of the aristocratic family have long been accustomed to saying their names directly, instead of saying which road or which mansion as before.
Chu Qing smiled: "If you still want to call yourself a wolf-catching army, then go back and recuperate while working with General Song Zhongsong to train new soldiers in the wolf-catching camp and tell your story on the battlefield. Tell the story to the new recruits, help me, help your comrades, train more new recruits to catch wolves."
Zhou Pingan, who was not safe, turned red with excitement. He knelt on the ground and yelled "Wei".
The battle is completely over, and the old pawn has determined that there will be no more cold thieves left alive.
Fu San explained this battle to Chu Qing in detail.
The fight was very good. After taking down the sentries, they attacked with fire and the Liang bandits were in chaos. The soldiers shot more than 200 people to death. God was very kind to them. Most of the tent was burned. After the soldiers formed a battle formation and rushed in, the Liang bandits were killed. Less than half were able to resist, and after becoming aware of the wolf-catching army, they lost their courage, and many thieves gave up resistance.
If this were not the case, our own battle losses should be higher.
The veterans guarding the supplies brought the war horses over, and Lin Gu took out a soldering iron from the baggage, heated it red, and scalded it on a dozen corpses.
The shape of the branding iron is a wolf's head, dripping with blood.
This is also a sign of the wolf-catching army, telling Liang Thief that the wolf-catching army is coming.
The old soldiers began to bury pots to make rice. Just outside the settlement, a hundred steps away, were the bones of cold thieves. The air was still mixed with the smell of blood and the stench of burnt corpses.
Chu Qing felt that the old soldiers did this on purpose, so that the new soldiers could see the bones while eating.
In fact, it’s really not like this, it’s just a habit. Once you go deep into the grassland, you can’t stay in a fixed position for too long. You spend most of your time on the road. After killing people, you need to eat quickly to replenish your energy. Even if you want to rest, you have to leave. battlefield.
Lin Shi sat next to him, holding a big pancake in his mouth, and took out a roster from his boots, with densely packed names recorded on it.
Crossing out the old soldiers who died in battle and the new soldiers who returned to the pass, Chu Qing looked over curiously.
Lin Kui smiled and said: "The list of soldiers who have left the border."
Chu Qing groaned and was about to continue eating when he suddenly found that his name was also on it and wanted to curse. He felt that this booklet was a bit unlucky.
Tao Shaozhang walked over in despair and sat down next to Chu Qing, with a look of self-blame on his face.
"Uncle, what's wrong?"
"I..." Tao Shaozhang punched his thigh hard: "When the old soldier died in the battle... he was... beside Brother Yu. Brother Yu saw Liang Thief get up, but... he didn't save him in time. "
It can be seen that Tao Shaozhang blames himself extremely.
Lin Gui was present at that time, and one of the tents was about to burn down. Everyone thought of charging to the west, but no one expected that a man rushed out of the tent full of fire. His body was still stained with fire, and he charged with a machete. When Tao Shaozhang moved towards a new soldier, he stayed far away and shouted. The old soldier turned around and pushed the new soldier away and went to meet him. He knocked the opponent down, but because of the smoke, he was also chopped down by another thief. On the forehead.
Tao Shaozhang, who was completely powerless at that time, just lowered his head and blamed himself.
Chu Qing didn't know how to comfort Tao Shaozhang for a moment. This kind of thing would happen again in the future.
Fu San patted Tao Shaozhang on the shoulder. This was the first time that the third brother took the initiative to comfort his uncle.
The eldest uncle turned to look at Fu San, an old killer. The third brother smiled and said softly: "Don't blame yourself, learn to blame others."
Tao Shaozhang: "..."
Lin Shi couldn't laugh or cry: "Lao San, what books have you read recently?"
Fu San: "Confucianism."
Everyone suddenly realized.
They have never read the Confucian classics, but they have had frequent contact with officials who represent the Confucian classics.
