Hu Biao remembered seeing such data on the Internet.
It is said that according to expert statistics, in the feudal period, the army suffered more than 10% casualties in a battle, which was due to a severe drop in morale and collapse.
If you can sustain more than 30% casualties without collapsing, you are definitely an elite force.
Since modern armies are all professional soldiers, the situation is slightly better.
As a rookie on the battlefield, Hu Biao didn't know whether the above statement was true; but there was one thing he could be sure of:
This situation definitely does not apply to the battlefield of Kucha City...
Under the setting sun, Hu Biao seemed to have no bones in his body. He leaned on a wall with his back and slumped there with a weak face, not even wanting to move a finger.
Thanks to this thing, people like Guo Xin, who came from the Tang Dynasty generals, have the qualifications and capital to own it.
In addition, the exquisite craftsmen of the Tang Dynasty carefully crafted the Mingguang Armor with good protective capabilities.
Now, after fighting for almost a whole day and repelling countless opponents' attacks, Hu Biao had been shot with many arrows and slashed with several knives.
Apart from the dull pain at the place where the knife was stabbed, and whether there were any accidents such as bone fractures, there were no other serious injuries.
But now, the physical exertion still makes him feel too tired.
He has never been so tired since he was a child.
Even Hu Biao himself was surprised, where did he get the physical strength to survive until now while wearing such heavy armor.
Fortunately, we can finally take a breath now. About five minutes ago, another joint attack by Tuyuhun and Turks was defeated.
After taking a look at the situation on the battlefield, Hu Biao, a rookie, felt that they would have at least an hour's rest time.
Unfortunately, this is not good news.
Why? Although they defeated their opponents in many battles, there were too many opponents and they could completely use wheel battles.
So, after a fierce battle for a day.
Not to mention that the moat under the city wall had been filled in long ago, and the corpses of Tuyuhun, Sogdians, and Turks were even piled up one or two meters high.
During the last attack on the city, those people even jumped on the corpses and could grab the battlements of the city wall with both hands.
After a day of exertion, the defenders' physical strength, arrows, wood, rolling stones, and even gold juice were all almost exhausted.
Basically all the people who can support the climb up the city wall have come up now.
Originally, Hu Biao was thinking that if the city wall fell, everyone could use the city's terrain to engage in a more brutal street battle.
Before dying in battle, inflict greater casualties on these Tibetans and their lackeys.
Now he knew it was impossible. All the people who could fight were already on the city walls, and there was no one left with the strength and strength to fight in the streets.
It can be said that these cannon fodders have used their lives to consume the defense capabilities of Kucha City to a very serious level.
Next, the Tibetans are always recuperating and they only need to launch an attack.
It should be possible to break through the city relatively easily with just one go.
This is also true. Now, as long as you stand at the top of the city, you can see that there is already a lot of smoke rising from the Tibetan camp five or six miles away.
You can tell at a glance that this is the rhythm of cooking rice and then launching an attack after eating.
What's even more terrible is that not too far outside the city, some Tubo cavalry appeared with long spears in their hands and some animal tails raised high.
Seeing this, the Scarface team became more and more horrified, Zhang Tiezhu spat out a mouthful of blood-stained spit.
He cursed bitterly: "When the fight starts, those Tibetans will go crazy."
"Open your head, why?" the greasy man Xu Feng said.
One-Eyed Dragon answered the question: "The spears in the hands of the Tubo people are fox tails. If there is a tribesman who is afraid of fighting, they will hang the tail on his hat and make fun of them for being cowardly foxes.
None of these fools like the Tubo people would rather die than accept such humiliation, so no matter how many people die in the fight, they will not retreat~"
Hearing this sentence, Xu Feng opened his mouth widely.
After a long time, I couldn't say anything else.
This is also the biggest reason why Hu Biao and other netizens never imagined that they could survive until the end of the mission, only 4 hours and 39 minutes away.
No matter what I use to support it, I can’t even use my life to support it.
Because both sides have amazing willpower, this is basically a war between the strength of both sides, not a level war.
"It's impossible to survive until 11 o'clock in the evening, so I'll forget it if I die in the battle." Hu Biao, whose whole body was sore and weak, told himself silently.
But in the short interval, Hu Biao felt extremely uncomfortable when he thought of his family members whom he would never see again.
Except for Hu Biao, the remaining 12 netizens also thought so.
Yes, that's right! At this point in the fight, even though these people have received a certain amount of care, there are even some people who are a bit fishy in the battle.
But so far, not counting Gangzi who was shot due to military law, 7 netizens have died in the battle.
Some were killed by arrows thrown up from the bow, some had their necks cut off with a knife, and some were grabbed by their collars and thrown off the city wall together; anyway, everyone died miserably.
But in comparison, the people who survived today are not much better, they just live a little longer...
*******
"Baby, I, Lao Zhang, misjudged you. Although you are as weak as a little chicken in battle, you can be considered a capable man if you dare to fight.
Come on, hurry up and have a few bites of pancakes. These pancakes are not as delicious as the food you cook, but if you die after eating enough, you are not considered a starving ghost."
In Hu Biao's heart, which was very lonely and silently thinking about his family, this sentence came to his ears.
Turning around, he saw that the team leader, Zhang Tiezhu, an old guy with his neck wrapped in linen, took out a bloody pancake after groping in his arms for a while.
After he divided the cake into two pieces, he handed the slightly cleaner piece to Hu Biao.
In Hu Biao's surprised eyes, he explained lightly:
"There's nothing surprising. We old guys are used to carrying some dry food with us. Maybe we can survive if we have more food."
After saying that, he stuffed the pancake with blood stains, whether it was his own or someone else's, into his mouth without feeling disgusted at all, and swallowed it in big gulps.
"Thank you." Hu Biao shouted.
I don’t know whether to thank the other person for the compliment or to thank him for the precious half piece of cake.
But this is not important. What is important is that under the current environment, Hu Biao does not want to eat at all and cannot eat anything.
Think about it, under the sunshine of more than 40 degrees, the corpses of those killed in the war were almost drying out.
The strong smell of corpses was mixed with the strong smell of blood, the unique taste of gold juice, and large-headed flies flying all over the sky.
In such an environment, only old soldiers like Zhang Tiezhu and Liang Daya, who have taken life and death lightly, can now eat.
For this reason, Hu Biao handed the pancake to Ruifeng, who was sitting slumped on one side.
This bow and arrow enthusiast who claims to have a 50-pound, or three-shot bow that can be drawn 41 times at a time is considered to be one of the most physically strong among netizens.
The muscles in my arms are still severely strained, and it is difficult to connect the pancakes.
After taking the cake, Ruifeng opened his mouth and handed it to the warehouse manager on the side in a dejected manner.
In short, this half pancake passed through the hands of many netizens and landed in Lao Yang's hand. It was not less in weight at all.
Compared with the other veterans of the Tang Army, who were eating pancakes, it turned out that they were all cowards and sissies.
Perhaps in order to resolve the embarrassment, Lao Yang stuffed half of the pancake into his arms.
In Mandarin, he proposed to the netizens around him:
"As the old saying goes, people leave their voices when they pass by, and geese leave their names when they pass by. I don't know if this world is the same as ours in the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago.
But I was thinking, what if it’s true?
Can we leave something behind? For example, bury some things. If future archaeologists happen to dig them up, they can also know the traces of our existence.
Can you even write a letter home in this way and leave a few words for your family?"
After thinking of this, Hu Biao and others immediately became energetic.
Even though they knew that the possibility of the above statement was very slim, and even a little naive and ridiculous, they still took action immediately.
As for whether doing this would change history beyond recognition, whether the system allowed or disallowed it, they didn't think much about it, and they didn't care much.
Now that we have reached such a point, we are still in the mood to care about other things.
With such an idea, everyone took action one after another.
No pen, ink and paper? It’s okay, it can be solved easily. For example, after Hu Biao pulled hard, he pulled out the yellow and black white T-shirt under the armor. This thing can be used as paper.
There was a very dead Sogdian sitting under his butt. The blood on his chest where he had been stabbed had not completely drained out yet. You could write a book in blood with just a little bit of it on your finger.
The key is that pen, ink and paper are easy to deal with, so what do you write?
Just writing the words "Mom and Dad" on the cloth made him feel so sad that he couldn't continue writing. His eyes even turned red and he felt like crying.
Other netizens basically have the same situation.
After encountering a dangerous situation with a civil aviation aircraft, everyone was given a piece of paper and pen to write a suicide note. It was a unique scene; after all, we are all ordinary people, and we can't let go of that concern.
Such a scene quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding veterans.
Although they did not quite understand what Hu Biao and others had communicated in Mandarin.
But after seeing the posture of Hu Biao and others, he seemed to have thought of something immediately, and an extremely solemn look appeared on the face of Liang Daya, an old guy like a knife.
To be more precise, his whole body was trembling slightly...
