Of course, Wusun and Che Shi were more seriously injured.
The general who assisted the chariot king after the king, when he was found, only his head was left. It is not that the Han army forgot to take it away, but it is estimated that he was hit by a stray arrow during the confusion, and then fell down from his horse.
As a result, countless horses' hooves trampled over them, and all the flesh and blood in the whole body fell apart. It happened that only the head was left, which was still relatively complete...
In this battle, all the energy and spirit of Cheshi Houguo were wiped out, leaving only a few wreckage.
The Wusun people suffered less losses because they came in small numbers.
The mobile troops that Xiao Kunmi can mobilize at any time are four to five thousand. The others are responsible for local guards and also participate in production. After all, the Wusun warriors are not professional soldiers, but also half herders and half soldiers. And among these four
Among the 5,000 standing troops and horses, some should be left as housekeepers, and only 3,000 can bring support.
When Wusun was still poor, he not only drove away the Xiongnu, but also beat up the Yuezhi, which was the predecessor of the Kushan. He occupied the Ili Valley, took over a large number of Yuezhi and Sai tribes, and moved along the
The Ili River expanded to Kyrgyzstan and Kazakhstan in later generations. At its peak, it had a population of 500,000 to 600,000. It was known as the warrior who controlled the strings of 100,000!
But, that's it.
Gao Shun had no more power to expand his victory.
The Han army's damage was also not small.
Some of the heads that could be taken away were pickled with lime and were used as souvenirs in a sense to be sent back for verification. Of course, there were many that were not taken away, such as those who lost their bodies in the melee.
Only the head of General Chaushi Houguo was left. Because the remaining space needed to accommodate the corpses of the Han army's own generals and soldiers.
On the second day of the battle, the corpses of the Han soldiers were basically recovered.
When they set off from Yanqi, there were more than 2,000 people who followed Gao Shun, and now only a little more than half are left. The biggest loss was the vassal army. Kaza was seriously injured, and almost all the vassal armies under him were killed or injured in the previous melee.
After all, only about two hundred people were left.
The Han army also suffered a lot of casualties. After Chen Sanlang sent away the batch of wounded soldiers, there were now nearly a hundred more wounded soldiers, of which thirty or forty were seriously injured, while the rest were slightly injured and could walk around.
This number is distressing.
The Han soldiers who could find the corpses were gathered together.
They will be buried on Tianshan Mountain.
Toward the east direction of the sun.
Heading towards Chang'an.
The living dug holes for their dead comrades.
As for the corpses of the Cheshi and Wusun people, they were abandoned at the mouth of the Wutu Valley. Perhaps thousands of years later, some archaeologists, or some live-streaming digging party, will dig out the remains again.
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Lu Silang checked the names of the generals according to the roster, then had trees cut down on the mountain, sawed them into sections, peeled off the bark, and then wrote the names of the fallen soldiers one by one.
Roots were inserted in front of the burial place.
From a distance, it looks like a sword and gun stuck in the ground.
It's like a series of monuments...
"Before I joined the army, what I did most was digging the ground..." A soldier waved his hoe and muttered, as if he was talking to his dead comrades, "I will make sure the ground is dug beautifully for you..."
But, doing this kind of work once is enough, really..."
Those who can find the soldier cards are in a separate pit, and those who can't find them can only squeeze in to survive. Anyway, when we were alive, we were fishing for food from the same pot and sleeping in the same tent.
In the same camp, everyone knows how many moles are on their butts and how hairy their legs are, so they don't care whether they need some privacy after death.
The corpses were placed one by one and then buried in the soil.
Lu Silang asked others to take some registered heads of barbarians and pile them up in front of the forest of tombstones like melons and fruits. "There are not enough cattle and sheep to make sacrifices, so these heads will make do."
Just use it! By the way, go get some more horse heads! Put them on too!"
Human casualties were heavy, and so were the horses.
The soldier responded, then placed the heads on the table and asked, "Sima, have these heads been counted for them?"
Lu Silang nodded and took a breath, "Do you still need to remind me? The old rules are all counted. One person plus three. It's all recorded, don't worry."
After the bloody battle, the friendship between the comrades has also been improved. The original expression of mutual distrust and suspicion that the other party would embezzle one's military salary has disappeared.
As he spoke, Lu Silang shook the booklet in his hand, "Look, someone specially sent this booklet directly to Chang'an... Don't worry, no one will deduct it this time..."
"The sentiment is so good. How much money can one have with such a head?" The soldiers asked, "Is there any difference between those from the Cheshi Kingdom and those from Wusun?"
"There is no difference. The difference is between those with armor and those without armor." Lu Silang replied, "Didn't I say it before? Those with armor are valuable, those without armor are worthless... Oh, these, of course these
They are all considered armored..." Quan
For soldiers killed in battle, their pension plus at least three heads of bounty, a family can get about 120,000 to 30,000 yuan.
The credit that Qiusi has cultivated now is very reassuring from top to bottom.
One hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money for an ordinary family. It can support the expenses of an ordinary family for at least ten years, so that the next generation can have the opportunity to grow up.
Although Lu Silang and others do not understand what sustainable development is, they at least understand that even if they die in the battle, their families will have no worries and their hearts will be settled.
Are you a soldier? If you are away from home all year round, if you are uneasy at home, who is the soldier who can fight with peace of mind?
In this regard, Hussar has undoubtedly done a good job.
Perhaps in order to dilute the sadness of life and death, or perhaps because Lu Silang wanted to boost the morale of the surrounding soldiers, he stopped the soldier holding the barbarian's head and said, "By the way, one hundred thousand, you can change your name now."
Changed."
"Why?" The soldier named Shiwan was stunned for a moment.
Lu Silang said: "I remember when you were a soldier, you said you wanted to make one hundred thousand dollars, so you called it one hundred thousand, right?"
Shiwan nodded, "That's right... but it's never been enough. I saved a little, spent it, and then saved again. It's been more than three years..."
Lu Silang nodded, "But this time, you should have enough. I saw that this time alone you have five armored heads, plus the previous ones, the total is eight, which is 40,000, etc."
Cut off a few more, add in the expedition pay, victory rewards, etc., and it will be almost 100,000. So what is your next name? Twenty thousand? Or three hundred thousand?"
"Hahaha, 300,000 more? If you can get 100,000, you'll be fine! If you don't change it, just 100,000 will be fine. I'm not greedy." The soldier was also very happy and laughed.
Lu Silang was a little surprised, but seemed to be somewhat expected, and nodded, "That Cheng. One Hundred Thousand, One Hundred Thousand is indeed a good name."
In the Han Dynasty, the rich and poor were distinguished according to family status, that is, family property. Generally speaking, those with less than 20,000 yuan were poor. If the county suffered a disaster, these families with less than 20,000 yuan in property would receive
Certain preferential tax reductions.
It’s like a tax-free tax refund of less than a certain amount in future generations...
Twenty thousand to one hundred thousand is the wealth of an ordinary family, and one hundred thousand reaches the standard of the so-called "middle people".
Equivalent to the middle class of the Han Dynasty.
As for going up further, for example, those with one million are naturally rich, and if they exceed three million, they have to be more careful during the Western Han Dynasty. For example, in the second year of Yuanshuo, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, three million heroes from the county and country were emigrated.
The above is in Maoling.
In the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was the world of local rich people. When capital began to control everything and monopolize the local economy, there was a phenomenon that the level of rich people would rise sharply. Those with tens of millions of assets were already looked down upon by some rich people.
, in their eyes, hundreds of millions of dollars is a small goal.
Dahan is still an era with a huge gap between rich and poor.
Ordinary people like Lu Silang and others can only join the army at the moment and carve out a world in the desert and snowy mountains of the Western Region and the northern border, thereby changing their own destiny. Relying on meritorious service again and again, one by one
First level, to achieve self-improvement!
Perhaps that name, which is so tacky in the eyes of the nobles, is the life-long dream of these ordinary Han people.
Lu Silang saw that the work of burying the soldiers' corpses was almost done, so he came back to find Gao Shun.
Originally, Gao Shun wanted to personally preside over the memorial ceremony and bury the corpses of the Han soldiers, but he was unable to do so, firstly because of his injuries, and secondly because of illness.
Before, Gao Shun still had the spirit of winning, but now...
After heaving a sigh of relief, he collapsed.
Lu Silang arrived outside the Chinese army's tent and looked at the faces of the guards standing outside, "General... are you feeling better?"
The guard frowned and shook his head slightly.
People in the Han Dynasty were not completely ignorant of the lack of oxygen in the plateau. It's just that sometimes it makes people more confused because of their partial knowledge.
In the Han Dynasty, altitude sickness was classified into the category of "miasma".
Just like many Han people in the Central Plains experienced various inadaptations, acclimatization, and mosquito bites in the southern woods, and then they could not determine the specific cause and classified it as an invisible and unspeakable "miasma". For those who suddenly appeared in the plateau area
The large-scale altitude sickness that occurred was also considered by the Han people to be a type of "miasma".
Because one of the obvious symptoms of altitude sickness is very similar to miasma, which is the "inexplicable" onset, and because mutual infection cannot be ruled out, I even worried about whether it might be a plague...
The door curtain opened and the army doctor came out.
"How is it? How is the general?" Lu Silang stepped forward and grabbed the doctor, asking in a low voice.
The army doctor said: "It's a little better...but...I think...this..."
"But what?" Lu Silang asked, "Why are you so nagging? Can't you finish it in one breath?"
The doctor was also helpless, "I am from Jin Chuang Ke, and this cold miasma disease is not my specialty...and I only found out about this disease after reading the newspaper of Baiyi Medical Center..."
"Then... did the Hundred Medical Clinic say how to treat this cold miasma?" Lu Silang asked.
The doctor shook his head and said, "Perhaps, but after I joined the army, I stopped receiving the newspaper. How about you ask the food transporter to see if there is the latest newspaper from the Hundred Medical Center and bring a copy? I gave it to the general.
Some decoctions, but there are not many herbs... Sigh, I would have brought more herbs if I had known better... Forget it, I'd better go to the surrounding mountains to see if I can pick some..."
Lu Silang nodded repeatedly, and then asked the soldiers to follow the doctor to help collect the medicine.
Altitude sickness is something that even later generations may not be able to determine the specific group of people who suffer from it. It can only be said that some people are likely to have such a reaction, but it is not absolute. It is even possible that a healthy person will have to live and die after going up to altitude sickness, and then there will be
He has a basic disease such as low blood pressure, but he doesn't feel anything at all.
Of course, the fatality rate of pure altitude sickness is actually not high. What is terrible is the complications of altitude sickness... 隳
Lu Silang watched the doctor leave, and then listened to the heavy breathing inside the tent, interspersed with the sound of coughing, and his heart couldn't help but become heavy.
Lu Silang was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether it was better to go in and report, or to let Gao Shun rest more.
"Shiro?" A hoarse voice came from inside the tent, "Come in."
Lu Silang responded quickly, then nodded to the guard who raised the curtain and walked in.
"General..."
Gao Shun's complexion was not good. He was a little pale due to injury and lack of Qi and blood, and his eyes, lips, and tongue were a little dark due to altitude sickness...
"General, the bones of the soldiers have been buried." Lu Silang reported everything at hand, and then secretly looked at Gao Shun's expression of unspeakable fatigue and pain, and couldn't help but asked worriedly, "General, why don't we set off back immediately?
After the army... we can reach Yanqi in three days by hurrying, and then we will reach the West Sea..." Quan
Gao Shun waved his hand, coughed twice, and breathed out, "There is no rush... We have to deal with the Wusun matter first..."
Only by retreating slowly can you maintain a deterrent effect. If you rush back with your tail between your legs, everyone will know that something is wrong.
Lu Silang sighed slightly, "General, that prisoner from Cheshi's country..."
Gao Shun breathed a few times with some difficulty, "I'll be hungry for two days, and then I'll ask... Just don't die... We need him to handle the matters at hand..."
A little king from Cheshihou was caught in the melee.
Xiao Wang, who lives in the country behind Che Shi, did not expect that it was obviously a good situation, but why it turned into this situation...
He had just boarded Xiaowang.
He was still imagining that he could command thousands of troops and horses to gallop across the vast land of the Western Region.
As a young man, how can you not have dreams?
But he didn't expect that he had a hot head and wanted to take advantage of the Han people's defeat to act as a hero, which made him feel like a salted fish now...
A smelly salted fish.
If becoming the little king of the kingdom after becoming a driver was the peak of his life, then now is undoubtedly his trough, or what can be called the abyss.
In the previous melee, he rushed too far forward. As a result, when the Han army counterattacked, even though his guards desperately tried to protect him, unfortunately he was thrown off his horse while escaping. The Han army saw him
He was dressed gorgeously and knew that he was a big fish, so he didn't kill him immediately, but left his life...
But he really wished he had died in the battle!
He would rather die on the battlefield!
Along the way, the chariot master Houguo Xiaowang, who was made a prisoner, recalled the heroic words he once shouted, and tried to kill himself with a knife several times, but never found the chance.
Later, he found an opportunity and wanted to hit his head on the cliff. But for some reason, he held back some strength at the last moment, so that although his head was bruised and bleeding, he still survived and was killed.
The doctor of the Han army cursed and poured herbal medicine into his head, and then the bleeding stopped...
So he desperately discovered that he didn't have the courage to commit suicide at all.
Not being afraid of death is just a short-term impulse, while being greedy for life and afraid of death is the normal state of life.
Although the young king of Cheshi Hou Kingdom did not die, he still felt that he was still loyal to Cheshi and his people. Even if he was captured at the moment, he still had to show his courage as a Cheshi...
…
But things were not as simple as he imagined.
When he was first caught in front of the Han generals, Lu Silang was also somewhat interested in the young king of the Che Shi Hou Kingdom, and casually asked him if he would surrender. Naturally, the young King of the Che Shi Hou Kingdom was very impassioned at that time.
Jili Gulu talked a lot, but before he finished speaking, Lu Silang lost interest and had people take him down like he was driving cattle and sheep.
Later, after he failed to commit suicide, he even skipped the binding.
This is simply an insult!
The young king of Cheshi Houguo gritted his teeth. He even cursed and cursed the Han people. He felt that although he did not have the courage to commit suicide, why couldn't the Han people kill him with one sword so that he could at least gain the reputation of a warrior? This is also a good thing, isn't it?
But the Han people did not take action, they just imprisoned him.
He was imprisoned in an empty den with no food or water to drink.
He is very hungry.
Very thirsty too.
He once heard that in the early years of the Western Regions, a Han Chinese was captured by the Xiongnu and imprisoned in a den in the ground. He was not given anything to eat or drink, but was fed with snow falling from the sky and the felt on his body.
The hair is swallowed to satisfy hunger...
At first he thought that what the Han people called Su Neng could do, and he could do it too.
He is full of pride.
Soon he began to worry...
But there is nothing but dirt around, and there is a clear sky outside with no clouds at all. Where does the snow come from?
Moreover, the hair is not tasty at all. He just tried a little bit and he felt nauseated and retched. He even vomited some gall water. How could he possibly eat it?
Later, the Han people sent him some food and drink, but there was a condition that he could only eat it if he surrendered.
The little king of the country after the car division gritted his teeth and refused.
But soon he couldn't hold it any longer.
Without drinking, I can't even urinate a drop.
The feeling of hunger tortured him all the time. He felt as if he had spent his whole life in the cellar where he didn't know the sun and moon. He was so hungry that his eyes turned black, and he was so thirsty that he fainted. In the end, his eyes even turned green.
I dug at the ground, but there was nothing there except gravel.
He even stretched out his dry tongue to lick the soil and lick the branches that were used as sheds in the ground, plucking off the dry bark again and again and stuffing it into his mouth...
When he fainted from hunger, he felt as if he had returned to Wutu Valley, back to his gorgeous tent prison in the royal court...
In a daze, he seemed to see the people from Cheshi Houguo charging up with a bravery beyond ordinary people, and then leveled the entire Han army garrison, beheaded all the Han army generals, and then opened the underground cave.
He rescued himself, and the Chariot King came to him, praised his perseverance and loyalty, and handed him sweet wine...
But when he regained consciousness, he realized that the person in front of him was not his chariot king, but the Han general named Lu Silang. What he was holding was not fine wine, but an ordinary water bag.
, and he had already drank most of it.
After the water was in his stomach, he suddenly made a loud roar of hunger.
Lu Silang took a piece of roasted horse meat from the soldiers on the side and handed it to the young king of the country behind the chariot division.
The fragrant roasted horse meat is so golden in color and the aroma is so tempting.
The little king of Cheshi Houguo couldn't help but reach out and wanted to catch it out of instinct, but Lu Silang took back the food and smiled, "Will you surrender?"
The little king of Cheshihouguo thought of the heroic words he had said in his hometown, the trust and expectation of the king of Cheshihouguo for him, his honor, his fame, everything he had...
Everything is trying to dissuade him!
Would rather die than surrender!
Except for his hands and mouth.
His voice was weak, but he was relieved of all hardships.
His hands stretched upward, hungry.
"I am willing to surrender..."
The roasted horse meat was thrown in front of him, and he jumped on it like crazy, sucking and tearing it.
"It smells so good..."
After he ate the meat and came to his senses, he realized that he had only stayed in the den for a day and a night, not as long as he thought...
