Outside Pyongyang, bonfires in Ming army camps stretched for dozens of miles.
Amidst the flickering bonfires, the cheers of the Ming army could be clearly heard even as far away as Pyongyang City.
Of course, what reached Pyongyang were the unwilling and dying screams.
The battlefield is very close to Pyongyang City, separated by a shallow river bay. However, from the beginning to the end, the defenders of Pyongyang City were under the supervision of Fu Youde and did not dare to go out to fight. They could only stand at the top of the city and watch the hope.
The highly anticipated reinforcements were annihilated alive by the Ming army.
During the day they witnessed destruction, and at night they had to listen to the screams and watch the human tragedy.
Wang Jing's main force in Goryeo's rush to Pyongyang was also the most elite force in Goryeo. More than 70,000 people were completely wiped out by the Ming army. Only more than 12,000 prisoners were left, trembling under the custody of the Ming army.
Prisoners, only those who are in good health can become prisoners who are qualified to live.
On the battlefield during the day, several teams of Ming troops were cleaning up the battlefield with selected Korean prisoners. The Ming troops who died in the battle were placed in a safe place, and someone specially wiped the blood stains on their faces and carefully arranged them.
The relics around you, even if you carry a copper coin with you, will be specially marked and sealed by the military judge.
As for those Koreans, the soldiers of the Ming army didn't bother to take a look. Only when they found some valuable things from them, they would smile reluctantly. As for the wailing wounded soldiers who were not dead yet, they directly
Just last minute strikes.
Of course, the task of replenishing the wounded troops of Goryeo had to be done by sending down troops from Goryeo.
In fact, this is not cruel. For some seriously injured people, it is a kind of relief. It's just that human beings have the desire to survive, so the cries they make when they die are so miserable.
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Then, on the battlefield, a sky-like fire lit up. It was not a bonfire, but a cremation ground built by Goryeo soldiers for the Ming army's dead.
The fire colored the sky, and the dark night was filled with shocking red, as well as the scorching heat that made people flinch away, and the indescribable burnt smell.
One after another, corpses were swallowed up by the flames. They were seven-foot-old men when they came, but they were just small jars when they returned home.
Zhu Yunxi and his generals, including King Zhu Di of Yan who had just joined him, stood silently in front of the fire. They watched in silence, and the firelight illuminated their sad faces.
There was a roar, the wind blew, and sparks were everywhere.
Facing the burning fire, Zhu Yunxi took off the golden helmet on his head and slowly lowered his head.
"Let us mourn for the Ming Dynasty soldiers who died in battle!" Others looked at him in confusion, even with some horror. Zhu Yunxi bent down slightly and said calmly, "The sun and the moon will last forever, and the heroes of the Ming Dynasty will be immortal."
Everyone may not know what the silence means, but everyone understands Zhu Yunxi's actions. The emperor's grandson, who was rich in gold, actually acted against these brothers who died in the battle, which is simply shocking.
But this kind of shocking and unheard-of thing makes people feel particularly excited.
When Li Jinglong saw the emperor's grandson, he lowered his head solemnly with his golden helmet under his arm, his face full of solemnity, and shouted loudly, "All the soldiers, Your Highness the emperor's grandson, are here to see off the brothers who died in the battle!"
Suddenly, the mountains and plains were filled with cheers that seemed to shake down the stars, rising and falling like waves, "Your Highness, a thousand years old! A thousand years old! A thousand years old!"
Soldiers are not afraid of death, what they are afraid of is that no one cares about their death. At this moment, whether it is the officers and soldiers of the Beijing Camp, the officers and soldiers of the Liaodong Dusi, or even the officers and soldiers of Yan Fan. There is no longer any factional distinction, they stick together closely
Holding Pao Ze's shoulders, he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Bring me the wine!"
The wind blew again, and Zhu Yunxi stretched out his hand.
A bowl of clear wine fell into his hand. He felt the wine bowl with both hands and bowed slightly towards the burning fire again.
Then the wine bowl tilted, and the strong wine from the Ming Dynasty was sprinkled on the land of Goryeo.
"In the scorching summer, I can't take your bodies home with me!" Zhu Yunxi's voice was a little hoarse. At this moment, apart from the sound of burning flames, there was only his voice between heaven and earth. "But I can't bring your souls home with me!"
Bring back!"
"The majestic spirit of all the heroic spirits will last forever, and they will be with the Ming Dynasty! On the day when the teacher returns to the court, the souls of all the heroes will enter the Martyrs' Shrine to rest with the country and enjoy the incense of the Ming Dynasty! In the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the descendants of the Zhu family of the Ming Dynasty will come to the Martyrs' Shrine in person to pay their respects.
You heroes of the Ming Dynasty."
"My dear friends of the Ming Dynasty, don't worry about what happens after your death. You died fighting for the country, and the Ming Dynasty will not let your parents, wives, and children suffer!"
As he said that, the bowl in Zhu Yunxi's hand fell directly to the ground and shattered into pieces, "My sons, go on your way in peace!"
"Go on the road with peace of mind!" Under the night sky, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were all shouting with great enthusiasm.
Then, Zhu Yunxi walked to a pile of flames that had just been extinguished, squatted down, and gently swept the bones that were still glowing with sparks and heat in the fire.
His movements were very slow, as if he were afraid of disturbing a sleeping person. His movements were very solemn, as if he were performing some kind of ritual. His face was pious, and his eyes were sparkling.
There are no undead people in the war, and there are only more than 10,000 people left in Goryeo's 70,000-strong army. In the two wars, the Ming army suffered nearly 10,000 casualties. Zhu Yunxi can not care about the Goryeo people, but he cannot care about these sons of the Ming Dynasty.
Seeing this, under the night, the shouts that had just stopped started again, "A thousand years old! A thousand years old! A thousand years old!"
Not far away, King Zhu Di of Yan looked at this scene and listened to the cries of the soldiers around him, his face a little gloomy.
"What are you doing with all this nonsense? To win over the morale of the army, how can there be any real money or money? It's just a vain idea!"
Zhu Di thought to himself silently, and then looked at Zhu Yunxi who was carefully placing the jar containing the ashes on the cart. Unknowingly, the curse in his heart turned into something unpleasant.
He seemed to be thinking of the men who died fighting with him, so he couldn't help but turn his head away and try his best to keep his eyes open.
"Damn, this kid... This kid is so good at what he says and what he does!" Thinking, he turned to look in front of him again, "Your father is better than me, and the son he gave birth to is also good."
Better than my son! Damn it!"
I was thinking wildly in my mind when I suddenly felt someone sobbing beside me. When I looked back, my son was secretly sobbing and wiping away tears.
"What are you howling for?" Zhu Di said angrily.
Zhu Gaoxu held his head up stubbornly to prevent tears from falling, but his voice was full of tears, "Dad, two of my guards died in the battle. They have been with me since I could not ride a horse...
....."
"Hold it back! Don't cry!" Zhu Di touched his son's hair and patted it. His scolding suddenly turned into tenderness, "Let's go and help!"
Then, two people, one large and one small, walked up to Zhu Yunxi, squatted down, and started picking up bones.
Seeing them, Zhu Yunxi did not speak, but grinned sincerely.
After a long time, the flames were all extinguished. All the heroes who died in the battle were sealed up, ordered to be counted by the military judge, and registered in the military book office.
After finishing these tasks, Zhu Yunxi led the generals to the army tent.
"Your Highness, how should we dispose of the corpses of Koreans?" Li Jinglong asked in a low voice, "It's hot, and if they are left for a few days, they will stink. If they are not handled well, they will get sick!"
"Ask the troops who surrendered from Goryeo to collect them together and melt them!" Zhu Yunxi was thinking about other things and then replied.
"Your Highness, there is no need to waste that effort!" Cao Zhen, the general of the military general, Jingchuan Hou, said with a smile, "Tomorrow, just use the trebuchet to throw it into the city. Hehe..."
"You guy!" Zhu Yunxi scolded, "You didn't hold yourself back well enough to get into the water!"
These killers are each more bad than the last, and each one is more ruthless than the last. They will not even spare the body of a person after death, but also make it into a biological and chemical weapon. If he really follows his plan, the plague will be rampant in the land of Goryeo. Even if it is hundreds of years later,
Years later, people will remember this deep hatred.
"Go away!" Lan Yu scolded and cursed, "How dare you say such immoral things in front of His Highness? You can speak freely, watch your skin carefully!"
"Isn't that what we did before...?" Cao Zhen took a few steps back and muttered softly.
"Your Highness, are you thinking about destroying the city?" Zhu Di asked, seeing Zhu Yunxi's gloomy expression.
Zhu Yunxi smiled slightly, "I'm not worried about destroying the city, but I'm worried about the 20,000 Korean cavalry surrounding us?" He said, frowning slightly, "Where are the 20,000 people?"
Judging from the military reports received so far, Goryeo's 20,000 cavalry are about to arrive in Anzhou, but there is no other useful information.
"Your Highness, don't worry. Although there are 20,000 Goryeo cavalry, Dingyuan Marquis Wang Bi is also following with 4,000 cavalry!" Lan Yu said with a smile, "Four thousand versus 20,000, Brother Wang may not be able to defeat him, but
You can even bite off a piece of their meat!"
Zhu Yunxi stopped in front of the big tent, "What I'm thinking about is how to annihilate all 20,000 cavalry!" As he said that, he turned around and said, "The side of Duke Xin should be at sea, right?"
This chapter has been completed!