Seeing the retreating Jiannu coalition forces, the Ming troops on the city wall cheered in unison,
Under the attack of tens of thousands of slave-building troops, they won, and it was a great victory.
But after the cheers, the sergeants near the north city gate started vomiting, and the sky was dark.
Just because the outside of Beicheng is filled with the aroma of human flesh.
Looking at the soldiers who even vomited out the yellow bile in their stomachs and had lots of tears and snot in their noses, Sun Zushou let out a long sigh.
Although Zunhua is the largest city in Jidong, and the defenders in the city were trained by themselves, they have not participated in the war.
Not to mention such unscrupulous fire attacks that even hurt Tianhe.
"Since ancient times, only war and blood can create elite soldiers and generals!"
After Sun Zushou finished speaking, he said in a deep voice: "Give them a quarter of an hour, and the battlefield will be cleaned after a quarter of an hour."
After saying that, he turned around and walked to the other side of the city wall. Just a moment later, the generals behind him, who were full of joy, also vomited.
If the outside of Beicheng is hell on earth, then the newly built Wengcheng inside Beicheng is the bottom of the eighteen levels of hell.
There is a large space outside the city, and the soldiers who were injured and set on fire can still run and roll a little. Even if they die, they are still complete bodies.
But in the newly built Wengcheng, not even a complete corpse could be found.
There were burnt blackened limbs and broken arms everywhere, and human corpses and war horses were piled on top of each other.
"Zhao Qianhu, this...what are you doing?"
Facing the question from a military general, Qianhu Zhao Ming, the Jin Yiwei who had just finished retching, waved his hand.
"I just threw in about twenty thousand enemies and dozens of thunderbolts, and then threw some wood, kerosene, and hay in, and then it turned out like this!"
The generals' mouths twitched after hearing this, and they looked at Sun Zushou with admiration in their eyes.
When Sun Zushou said that he would use his plan to blow up the city gate, they objected, saying that if the city gate was lost, Zunhua City would be in trouble.
But when Sun Zushou said that all the houses within fifty feet near the North City Gate would be demolished and then a new inner urn city would be built, everyone understood.
But I didn't expect it would cause so much damage.
"Okay, let's inform the governor and immediately mobilize the people in the city to repair the city walls and clean the battlefield!"
"The weather is hot. Pull all the corpses of the slave soldiers out of the city and burn them all to avoid the plague!"
"Depending on the situation, all the dead war horses will be brought back to the city to serve as military supplies!"
Not to mention that it was okay, but to say that it was used as military supplies, the generals felt their stomachs churn.
People in the city smell the smell of meat, and I guess they won’t want to eat meat in half a month.
"We also burned all the soldiers who died in the battle, but put the ashes in jars. After the war, I will ask the court for orders to build a Loyalty Tower, and the people of Zunhua City will pay tribute in the future!
If there is not enough wood, then demolish the houses and tell the people that after this battle, no matter how much materials are consumed, they will be replenished one by one and compensated. "
Although there was a look of reluctance in the eyes of the generals, they also knew that this was the best arrangement.
Although they defended the city and occupied a favorable position in this battle, no less than a thousand people died in the battle.
Burial in peace is naturally the best option, but now there are slaves outside the city, and they may attack the city again at any time for revenge, so burying him is simply not realistic.
If we wait until the Jiannu retreat, the scorching heat of July and the rotting of a large number of corpses will easily produce a plague, which will be the most terrifying thing when it spreads to the whole city.
An hour later, the generals gathered on the north city gate.
"General Sun, the results of the battle have been calculated. Our army has killed 896 people, more than 100 people were seriously injured, and more than 1,000 people were slightly injured.
Currently, there are more than 9,000 soldiers capable of fighting, and 40% of the military supplies in the city are consumed, including 50% of firearms. "
Sun Zushou asked calmly: "Where is Jiannu?"
"Currently, rough statistics show that more than 6,000 people were killed and more than 5,000 horses! The serious injuries are unknown! Among them, nearly 2,000 people died in Inner City!"
"This battle...a great victory!"
After the report, the generals were overjoyed.
Sun Zushou also smiled. Even if he calculated it mentally and unintentionally, this result was extremely brilliant.
Nearly a thousand people died in the battle, and the arrogant Jiannu paid the price of more than 6,000 deaths.
This was the greatest victory in all the wars since the rise of Jiannu, except for the victory at Ningyuan.
"Zhao Qianhu, immediately pass the results of the victory back to Beijing City and Santunying City in the chaos!"
Zhao Ming immediately left to make arrangements, and Sun Zushou looked at the generals again: "Everyone, the victory in this battle is all due to your brothers. I will definitely report it to the court. You can wait for promotion and promotion!"
Everyone was overjoyed again, and then a General Qian asked: "General, Jiannu has suffered heavy losses in this battle. Will he retaliate crazily and attack the city again?"
If we attack the city with all our troops, we may not be able to defend it with the military supplies and sergeants in the city. When will the imperial reinforcements arrive? "
"No need to worry, even if they want to attack the city again, they still need to have energy!"
Sun Zushou's answer left the generals a little confused.
Sun Zushou smiled very mysteriously, and the smoke conveyed the message.
With the speed and distance of the Baigan soldiers and Tengxiang's left guard, they would reach their destination in two hours and cut off Jiannu's retreat.
Teng Xiang's left guard was the emperor's personal guard. He had seen their combat prowess and was absolutely elite. The white pole soldiers were good at mountain warfare, and several checkpoints happened to be their home field.
Coupled with the palm thunder and thunder thunder in the hands of the Yulei camp, the city was firmly entrenched. Jiannu wanted to break through it unless the sergeant's life was piled up.
He now wants to see Huang Taiji's reaction.
And Huang Taiji, whom he had longed for in his heart, was in the new tent with a gloomy face.
Judging from the reaction at the North City Gate just now, the inside story was exposed and they fell into Ming's conspiracy.
"Great Khan, the battle damage statistics show that more than 6,700 people were killed in the battle, and the North Gate was the most serious, with more than 5,000 people killed in the battle.
Among them, thirty-nine people were killed in the battle by Niulu Ezhen, and five people were killed in the battle by Jiala Ezhen.
Du Laerhong Batulu of the Aohan tribe, Dai Qing and other Beile of the Zalut tribe, the old man Kong Guoer of the Horqin tribe, and Darhan Taiji died in the battle. In addition...in addition..."
When the person who reported it said this, his face was filled with fear.
When Huang Taiji saw this, his heart suddenly sank. He glanced around the tent and said in a deep voice: "What else? Tell me!"
"Jilharang is missing, and he may... have been killed in battle!"
"What?"
Huang Taiji stood up instantly, his eyes full of shock and grief.
"Lao Liu is dead? Is this impossible?"
"Will they be scattered while retreating?"
"Come here, send someone to look for it again!"
"Old Fourteen, you personally take people to look for him near Zunhua. If you want to see a person alive, you want to see a corpse if you die!"
Huang Taiji, who had always been calm, issued several orders in succession, his words full of grief.
In addition to the sadness in the eyes of the slave generals in the big tent, there was also a trace of fear, anger, and uneasiness.
They knew very well why Huang Taiji was so sad.
