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Chapter 347

Chapter 347 Making a Decision

The next day, it was early 10 o'clock in the morning.

In a hall of a wealthy family in the city, the surviving members of the group of netizens, mainly those who are now able to move, appeared here.

Lang Qing stayed up all night amid the sound of rain pounding in his ears.

On one side, he had thick panda eyes and a pale face, constantly smoking to stay awake; on the other hand, he held a piece of statistical data in his hand and spoke in a very tired voice.

He began to talk about some more specific statistical reports from the city-stealing battle a few hours ago:

"In terms of losses, we lost a total of 42 people last night, including two netizens, Li San and Cang Guan. Let alone the veteran Cang Guan, Li San, the rookie, died heroically.

A total of 35 people were seriously injured, 13 of them were not sure whether they would survive the critical period, and 9 of them would be disabled even after they recovered.

In addition, six netizens including Team Leader, War Dog, Big Fish, Xu Feng, Lao Snake, Fengrui, and AT were seriously injured. Fortunately, none of them should be left disabled.

However, it will take at least half a month for them to recover part of their combat effectiveness.

Adding in the personnel who are acclimatized and have caught colds and fevers in the heavy rain for days, we now only have a force of over 300 troops to use."

Under such a result, Hu Biao and the others couldn't help but have a headache.

Forget it for today, everyone is exhausted after a day of hard work yesterday, so let’s take a day’s rest before talking about it.

In the face of such a natural disaster, even with all the advanced science and technology in the modern plane, there is no good solution; in this day and age, what can they do?

I guess I also put some cows, sheep and pig heads on it to pray to the Dragon King that he would open his eyes and not do it again.

By the way! We also asked the Liao soldiers and learned that the Jurchen army led by Wanyan Loushi is still operating in the Bei'an Prefecture area, which is east of Chengde, about two to three hundred miles away from here.

You know! They had many advantages in sneak attacks, equipment, and heavy blows, etc., but in the end, they also achieved this result in the first battle.

The main reason is that the Jurchens of this period were at their peak in terms of physical fitness, martial arts, and morale.

Except for a small number of uninjured people, who were covered with oilcloth that could provide some psychological comfort, they began to patrol and guard the city.

The remaining personnel found a place to take shelter from the rain in Haiyang City.

Do you think you should help them? We all belong to the Han family, so we can't let them starve to death, right? As long as they wait until the summer grain harvest, they should be able to recover.

While Hu Biao and others were worried, Lang Qing paused for a moment and then continued:

It all means that they and Wanyan Loushi, the leader of the Jurchen faction, already have a deep and undying hatred between the two parties.

If everyone's mood continues to be so low, it's totally unacceptable.

Presumably after seeing this, those grandsons had no other choice but to immediately agree to turn their backs.

When I get up early tomorrow morning, regardless of whether it rains or not, I will take the Jurchen heads and flags with me to Pingzhou City to show it to the soldiers and civilians in the city.

The other two teams went to patrol the northwest directions of Haiyang City. If the Jurchen army came to kill them in advance, they could also give an early warning.

Therefore, we will complete the first phase of the task first, and then send a fast horse to deliver this news to the dead eunuch Tong Guanna, asking him to quickly send money.

The Jurchens in their peak period were really too powerful in terms of combat effectiveness.

After saying this, the statistics and various news in Lang Qing's mouth have come to an end.

We killed a total of 120 Liao soldiers and captured 180 people. We also found about 700 civilians in the city. After some inquiries, we determined that most of them were Han Chinese, and there were also a few other ethnic groups.

Everyone thought about it for a while, and everyone's expressions immediately became much better.

However, seeing that everyone's morale was a bit low at the moment, he still took on the responsibility of the commander of the Xuange Battalion to let him know that he could not continue like this.

All of them are cavalry, and it only takes two or three days to kill them."

"In terms of results, we killed the enemy chief Wanyan Oru and his 167 men in total, which means there were at least 50 Jurchen warriors. They escaped last night under the cover of darkness and heavy rain.

Immediately, they started to laugh and started to adjust everyone's morale.

There is no need to continue, I am afraid that the wheat that can be harvested in half a month has been completely destroyed in such a heavy rain.

We are destined to have no harvest, and we don’t know how many people will starve to death in Northland this year.”

We have enough food to eat, but the problem is that the people in the city have less food.

Originally, now, when the summer grain harvest was about to be harvested, they were a little short of food. After being robbed by the Jurchens a few days ago, the food in their hands was probably about to run out.

"What the hell! It's been raining for so many days, and the amount of rain is still so heavy.

After all, following Wanyan Oru's suicide, dozens of Jurchens escaped.

In the end, we seized another 320 horses, weapons, tents, carts and other baggage. Even though the amount of food and fodder was not large, it could last us about twenty days.

Maybe the other party will come over with soldiers to kill them after something happens.

No need to think about it, he must have escaped back to report the news.

For this reason, Hu Biao said in a relaxed tone: "Brothers, please relax, what is there to worry about?

Think about it, behind us there is the Song Dynasty, a big dog with money and food. As long as Zhang Xian of Pingzhou is willing to raise the banner to express his submission to the Song Dynasty, what will we need from the future?

The problem is that as a modern person, as a young man Hu Biao who was born under the red flag and grew up under the red flag, he has kept in mind the eight honors and eight shames since he was a child.

There were even teams of ten people. There were three teams in total, all riding out of the city on war horses.

Among them was a team of ten people, who went to notify the people left behind in the secret camp, and hurriedly moved to Haiyang City with their few belongings.

In response to the above information, before anyone else could say anything, Yang Dongli thought of something and immediately expressed his concerns with a wry smile:

Even navigation in the Northern Song Dynasty is said to be quite developed. By then, sea ships will be able to transport grain, equipment, and reinforcements, which will be much more efficient than the land route.

If the two sides lined up to fight openly, no one really had the confidence to defeat them.

In the following time, everyone discussed how to rest, recuperate, guard, and organize the army in the next period of time.

Of course, we know that the above method of begging the Dragon King is feudal superstition and is actually useless.

After Hu Biao said so much, it sounded quite reliable.

After hearing this sentence, everyone laughed helplessly.

The soldiers of the Song Dynasty are indeed bad at field battles, but they are not bad at defending the city. With their support, it will be much better. Besides, aren't we still here?"

After they chopped up some ownerless furniture and wood, they built a warm fire.

They hurriedly ate some dry food with hot water, and without waiting for them to dry their clothes, these exhausted personnel had already fallen asleep on some hay or wooden boards.

Soon after, in the entire Haiyang City.

It seemed that the only sound left was the "gushing~" sound of the heavy downpour, mixed with the sound of grunting like the sound of mountains.

(End of chapter)


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