He ​​Huchen is very considerate.

Like a timely rain, medicine, tents, campfires, clothes drying racks and clothes poles were all ready for the Lion Camp.

Of course, Gao Yingdeng was also a kind man. Thanks to him, the Lion Camp once again had horse meat.

As the first captured officer in the history of the Lion Camp, Liu Chengzong focused on educating him: "Look at Huang Shengxiao, who went deep behind enemy lines with his bare buttocks to chop down a bunch of gunmen, and then came back and fired the cannons. That's called bravery."
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"Look at you again. You can run faster than anyone else. You can attack an infantry formation with such force. How can anyone use horse soldiers like this? You are so stupid!"

Gao Yingden drooped his face and lay on the couch, holding a fire in his hand and feeling embarrassed: "I used to rush like this. This is what Ningsai Camp taught me. If the rush fails, I will find another opportunity. If I rush, I will rush in.

It should collapse."

"You don't look at the terrain. Do they have ground collapse? Hundreds of people are blocked in the path...Forget it, you are indeed very brave. I don't feel sorry for these horses, but I am afraid that if you die, I will lose a general."

Liu Chengzong looked at Gao Yingdeng and said: "I will let you rush in the future, and you can rush again, okay?"

Gao Yingdeng nodded continuously while lying on the couch, and then Liu Chengzong gave up and walked out of the military tent to exhale a breath of fresh air in the rainy mountain forest.

This incident made Liu Chengzong very angry. He was obviously a person who had never experienced the battle of Li Bei.

In fact, Gao Yingden is holding fire, otherwise this matter will not be over.

Don’t disturb your children while eating.

The mountains and forests were green, and after an extremely exhausted battle, the soldiers of the Lion Battalion slept peacefully in their tents, with only the occasional crackling sound of the rain hitting the tents and the bonfire.

Song Shouzhen was sitting cross-legged by the campfire. He had just straightened his erhu and wanted to play a tune when he was called into the army tent by Liu Chengzong. He raised his hand and pressed a small book on the wooden table and said: "Write it down for me. Each sentry and baggage team is in charge."

Prepare rain gear, firearms rain racks, and gun posts with foldable gun sheds."

After Song Shouzhen finished writing these, Liu Chengzong put away the notebook and asked him not to play music and disturb the soldiers' rest, and then let him go back.

Liu Chengzong was wearing dry plain-colored unlined clothes, carrying a maza and sitting in front of the military tent to listen to the rain.

This season is not cold, but if your clothes are wet, you will freeze to death even if you wear a cotton-padded jacket for a long time.

The right sleeve of this dress had a big tear and was torn off by him.

His right arm had just been stitched by a doctor, and he couldn't use it for a short time.

No one slashed him. Maybe it was because the bow had lost its power due to water damage, or maybe it was used too much. The battlefield was so chaotic that he didn't have time to look at it.

Anyway, he was hit on the arm by a broken bow. If he hadn't worn cotton armor and iron arm bindings, it would have resulted in a murder.

Now it's just a few stitches for the flesh wound, I'm lucky enough.

It’s just a pity that the ninety-pound bow.

After a while, Fan Sanlang, who was wearing a raincoat, ran over holding a pot of soup: "General, ginger soup."

Liu Chengzong nodded and took the ginger soup, blew it slowly and asked: "Have all the war auxiliaries drank it?"

"There are still some drinks left. Li Laojiao didn't drink any. Just now the baggage sentry asked if he would give the prisoners some drinks this time."

"The people from the Lion Camp drank first, then cooked it for Li Lao Jackal's people, and then let them go to cause trouble for He Huchen."

Fan Sanlang nodded and went down to report the message. After delivering the message, he saw Liu Chengzong still sitting in the same sitting posture, upright and looking up at the mountain, and stood beside him.

After standing for a while, Liu Chengzong turned around and asked: "Why are you standing here if you don't go to bed?"

"The general is thinking about how to defeat the enemy. I will protect you."

This answer made Liu Chengzong laugh. He raised his arm and pointed at the mountain and said, "Isn't it beautiful?"

Fan Sanlang nodded.

"What strategy do you think of to defeat the enemy? I'm watching the mountains and listening to the rain."

Liu Chengzong smiled, it was now afternoon, they got up at midnight, and it was still dark after walking for several miles, marching and fighting, everyone was exhausted.

"The deputy generals and sentry commanders are all asleep. I will hold on for a while and then sleep again when they wake up."

As he spoke, Liu Chengzong glanced at Fan Sanlang, turned his head and looked back with a frown: "Whenever I got myself an arrow cluster and put it on, I'm not afraid of piercing myself."

Fan Sanlang wore an iron arrowhead with three flat edges around his neck. Liu Chengzong scolded: "I wonder if that clay monkey was almost killed by an arrow today? Take it off quickly."

The clay monkey is talking about Huang Shengxiao. That guy has an arrowhead and a rope tied around his neck.

It is said that the arrow knocked off half of his ear, and hundreds of arrows did not kill him. Carrying it will bring good luck.

Today, he took off all his clothes, only wearing this arrowhead. When he was grabbing the gun, he was not killed by the gunman. He fell and was almost stabbed to death by his own arrow.

When the arrow was mentioned, Fan Sanlang had a complicated expression. He lowered his head and whispered softly: "This is the arrow that killed Fan Sanlang."

"Then I'll find you a piece of leather later, and you can sew it and wrap it yourself."

Although Liu Chengzong did not ask about Fan Sanlang's situation in detail, from the fact that the girl used a boy's name and the experience of Fan Jiashan, we can guess what kind of story it is.

He shook his head and sighed softly: "You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent you to the world with a head full of snow."

"Bai Juyi Meng Yuan Zhen?"

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Liu Chengzong clapped his hands, then shook his head and said: "The poem is very good, but it is too bitter."

Life is already hard, why bother chewing yellow lotus anymore.

He turned his head and said: "Besides, you are not at that age to pursue something happy."

Fan Sanlang nodded, looked at Qingshan, and then turned his head again: "What poems does the general like?"

"What do you think?"

"The general likes to listen to the rain so much, the spring water is blue in the sky, and he paints boats and listens to the rain and sleeps?"

Liu Chengzong was delighted: "Since entering Shaanxi, have you seen spring water? I like it. Millions of thieves and soldiers are trapped in Nanyang, with no rescue or food."

Fan Sanlang was a little sad at first, but now he suppressed it all. He thought about it carefully and asked: "What kind of poem is this? What's the second half of it?"

"One day the city will be destroyed, and you will cry for your father, and you will cry for your mother."

Both of them smiled, and Fan Sanlang was overjoyed. Then he stopped smiling and said, "Is this what Liu Chengzong, a poet of the Ming Dynasty, did?"

"Hmm... how is it possible? It was written by Zhang Duyou, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, and the poem is called Besieging the City."

"Is this poem really possible?"

Liu Chengzong nodded very seriously. Fan Sanlang blinked, still feeling that Liu Chengzong was lying to her.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves trampling on the mud came from the Shangping dirt road, and Cheng Yun, who was wearing a raincoat, came back with a sniffle.

He walked up to Liu Chengzong, shook his head and said, "I found him in the ravine. Zhao Xi and Feng Wenchang are both dead."

Liu Chengzong closed his eyes after hearing this, raised his head and sighed: "It's so bitter."

Zhao Xi and Feng Wenchang are both captains under Gao Xian's post. Each post has five people in this position, which is similar to the chief hundred in the army.

The Lion Camp has a total of eight posts, including front, rear, center, left and right guns, and six are combat posts. The outpost Yang Yao is to the west of Huanglong Mountain and the center post is behind the palace, so a total of twenty captains participated in this battle.

Chengyun also pursed his lips and exhaled through his nose, lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Zheng Qianxi, the left captain of the rear guard, died in the shelling; Sun Guoyong, the rear captain, had his left arm broken and is still feverish."

"The captain of the left sentry, Zuo, was practicing his weapons to defend the enemy on the ridge of the left wing. He was hit by an arrow in the forehead and was already awake and jumping around."

"Feng Wenchang, the former captain of the right sentry, fought with the enemy on the right ridge and was hit by four arrows. The rear captain, Zhao Xi, fell off the cliff. The squadron leader, Gao Yingdeng, galloped into the formation and was surrounded. He was trampled by many people."

Chengyun paused and said: "Seventy auxiliaries were killed in this battle and thirty-three were seriously injured. Forty-one soldiers were killed, including fourteen captains. Three captains were killed and three were seriously injured."

"Five hundred and sixty-six officers and soldiers were killed by beheading, trampling, and falling, and 720 were captured. The right sentry suffered the most casualties in the camp, and the right sentry also captured the most."

Liu Chengzong nodded slowly. He knew why the right sentry suffered heavy casualties and gained many gains.

Wang Wenxiu's back post bore the greatest pressure, but in the official battle in the middle, both sides were fully armored and fought back and forth for a long time. In fact, only one who was shot or hit in the cheek would die.

The largest casualties at the back post came from the thirteen shellings before the close fight.

One or two small cannonballs will kill or maim each other.

But the battles on the left and right wings are different.

In order to climb the hillside and occupy the battlefield, both the enemy and ourselves were lightly armed. The left sentry was shot down by officers and soldiers from a high position due to the cliff, so it had no advantage.

The right sentry climbed directly up the mountain ridge and fought closely with the officers and soldiers. One captain was killed in the battle, and the other captain lost his footing and fell off the cliff, hitting his head on a rock.

Moreover, there was Gao Yingdeng who was captured by his own people on the right sentry. He rushed into the enemy formation and was almost trampled to death, let alone his soldiers.

The casualties were within Liu Chengzong's psychological tolerance, but the captain's loss still made him sad.

Liu Chengzong nodded again and said to Chengyun: "I understand, you have been busy all day, go drink some ginger soup and have a good sleep."

"This battle was well fought, brother, don't be sad."

Chengyun bit his lip, not knowing how to comfort him, so he stopped comforting him at all. He shook his head and said, "Brother, there is another person you need to meet. Maybe you will feel happier if you meet him."

Want to meet someone?

Cheng Yun has picked up another prisoner, the kind who should climb higher if his level is higher?

Just as Liu Chengzong was thinking this, he saw Chengyun waving not far away, and a man who had just tied his horse and put on a raincoat and a bamboo hat came forward.
To be continued...