Chapter 388 Ashamed of being inferior to Chen Qingzhi
"Ah, ah..."
"Don't bite your tongue! Open your mouth, open your mouth quickly, and give him a piece of cork to bite -"
"Hold, hold him! Don't move!"
"Don't cut my arm, kill me, kill me, ah..."
"Ah... you bastards, you bastards. Don't burn it, don't burn it anymore, ah... you're a bastard, it hurts me to death..."
In the wounded barracks in the center of the city, the shrill screams never stopped for a moment. Zhu Biao stood in the courtyard with a sad face, the price of victory, this is the price of victory.
"General, the blood inside is too thick, so don't go in, right?" Feng Enjiang's face turned a little pale. In fact, many people behind Zhu Biao also turned a little pale. Because the screams from the wounded barracks were too piercing.
Death is not terrible; being disabled is more terrible. Veterans are not afraid of death, they are afraid of being disabled and waiting to die!
A stretcher was carried out from an operating room. The person on it had passed out, and his face was pale without a trace of blood. "General——" The two young men carrying the stretcher stopped immediately when they saw Zhu Biao,
They all knew Zhu Biao.
Because when Zhu Biao began to reorganize Beiling City, he also made great efforts to reorganize the wounded barracks. Not only did he clear out the land in the center of the city and open up such a large camp, he also opened four small camps at the four city gates.
The camp was set up to facilitate the nearby treatment of wounded soldiers. Many rules were also formulated in a more structured manner, which must be followed by all the wounded soldiers in the camp.
The men and women who came from the wounded barracks were mobilized. The former carried stretchers and took care of the sick and wounded, while the latter washed and cooked bandages and clothes and were responsible for meals. Zhu Biao had no intention of provoking the ethical system of this time and space, female nurses? Don't even think about that. There are many
Everyone has seen Zhu Biao come to inspect and give advice more than once. These two people are two of them.
Zhu Biao stepped forward and approached. He lifted up the bloody sheets and saw that one of the wounded soldier's arms was cut off from the elbow. The layers of bandages on it were tightly wrapped, and faint traces of blood emerged.
"Lift it steady,...cough cough..." There was some tightness in his chest, and Zhu Biao started coughing before he could say the next words. He waved his hand to let them pass.
"Let's go in and take a look." He waved his hand to stop what Feng Enjiang was about to say. Looking at his worried face, Zhu Biao knew what he was going to say. But this little injury really doesn't matter!
The operating room, this is the name given by Zhu Biao. When you walk in, the first thing you see is a cauldron of boiling hot water. Inside, large and small knives and axes are sharp and dazzling, and there are fine-pointed pliers and pliers of various sizes.
The hooks and silver needles were soaked in the boiling water.
In the stove under the cauldron, two soldering irons buried in the charcoal fire were being heated rapidly. A group of people came in and saw a blood-stained doctor walking out of the large room covered by white curtains holding two soldering irons.
Come on. This thing is an indispensable piece of equipment for air force doctors nowadays. Amputations or rotten wounds that cannot be stitched require the help of a soldering iron.
There is a strong smell of blood in the operating room, but it cannot suppress the smell of burnt flesh coming from inside. It can disinfect and heal wounds. In today's extremely imperfect medical facilities, the temporary pain of the soldering iron can
To a large extent, it saved a life.
Zhu Biao knew nothing about medical treatment, and his only knowledge was catgut sutures and sutures, but this technology had already become extremely mature in time and space. All he could do was to provide the wounded barracks with a comfortable and safe environment as much as possible.
!
"General..." The big man who was carried out was not unconscious, but was as weak as if he had collapsed, and his lips were white. There was sweat on his forehead and face because he had been burned twice on his chest with a red iron.
.Even an iron man will become weak.
"Lie down, don't talk. Recuperate in peace..."
This is a soldier in the fifth battalion of cavalry, a direct subordinate of Zhu Biao. Otherwise, the word "zhu" would be added to the title. In today's vigorous battle outside the south gate, Zhu Biao won the morale and fighting spirit of the entire city's soldiers and civilians.
, and killed nearly 50,000 Huqi. But the loss of self-sacrifice also made him heartbroken.
The 30,000 cavalry of our headquarters went out to fight, but only less than 22,000 came back. Excluding those who were seriously injured and those whose hands and feet were injured and were unable to fight, the army stopped three times and lost one.
Six thousand tigers and soldiers came back, and more than 5,300 came back; seven thousand fine cavalry came back, but six thousand were less than six thousand. Zhu Biao lost more than 10,000 soldiers. In the end, even though he gained 60,000 experience points, the system evaluated it as a great victory. Added 50% experience value
, the level has been upgraded to level 90, and there is only about 1,000 points left to reach level 91, which does not make him happy at all.
One-third of the direct troops and horses were lost, and this casualty greatly exceeded his expectations before the war.
"People's hearts are not as good as snakes swallowing elephants. They don't have Chen Qingzhi's unparalleled talent!" In the general's mansion, he was given a "Sanjiu Resurrection Pill". After an hour of luck healing, Zhu Biao was close to recovering from his internal injuries. His health points were restored to 933.
Point, the combat power will not be lost.
He couldn't help but think of the war during the day, and his heart felt sad. To be honest, he had great expectations before the war started. What he longed for in his heart was to be as glorious as Chen Qing's Battle of Xingyang, but the reality was
Extremely skinny.
We had only achieved the initial goal, and were still far away from defeating the enemy in front of us. I couldn't help but sigh to the moon and express my frustration.
"Come back early and have a rest after patrolling the city..." Following Shan Yuping's concerned words, Zhu Biao, who was fully clothed, mounted his horse with a gun and led a hundred personal guards out of the general's mansion.
Hu Qi had suffered a lot during the day, so Zhu Biao had no idea whether he might pull off some tricks at night, so he could only take precautions. Defending a city in this martial arts world was much more difficult than defending a city in ancient China in his previous life.
But it's a peaceful night, no worries at all, and everything is fine.
In the early morning, Zhu Biao, who had only rested for less than two hours, left the general's mansion again under the watch of his wife. Today should be the first day of the siege.
As long as Hu Qi's Da Chanyu is still alive, he will definitely kill for a while. It doesn't matter whether they have already prepared the siege equipment. If they haven't, they can also fill in the trenches and moats outside the city first.
"Report, General. Chief Hu's banner appears outside the city——"
In the north gate gate tower, a vivid sand table was rapidly taking shape under Zhu Biao's fingers. A large circle of soldiers surrounded it, chattering something.
Zhu Biao turned a deaf ear and concentrated on making his own sand table. This thing has been around in time and space for a long time. Thousands of years ago, generals gathered in mountains of sand and drew shapes. Generals with higher quality, such as Yun Zheng, would do it.
This thing.
But, but, just like in ancient China in previous lives, the sand table only developed a rough template and was no longer filled with details. Thousands of years have passed and dynasties have changed, but the sand table still belongs only to high-quality generals.
Self-skills. I have never gotten rid of the simple style of gathering sand into a mountain and pointing out shapes.
The sand table that Zhu Biao is making now is a handicraft that is meticulous to every detail. Compared with the sand table that the generals played with before, this one is full of snow, and that one is for lower-level people.
Everything is done on the basis of real objects. The sand table is made of glutinous rice paste mixed with clay, three feet long and three feet wide, and the scale is 1:15000.
The chatter among the generals stopped and they all looked at Zhu Biao who was still playing with the sand table.
Half an hour, or a quarter of an hour? Zhu Biao stopped. A Beiling County city that had shrunk countless times was clearly displayed in front of everyone.
"Crossbows are ready. Thunderbolt chariots, stay put -" Hu Qi will not be able to enter the city until he fills in the moats and moats outside the city. Zhu Biao is not impatient at all!
Wu Ji's large banner appeared outside the north gate, which he had expected. Because the north wind was still strong now, Hu Qi launched an offensive outside the north gate, and their arrows could reach farther. The Han army's infantry archers were against the wind.
, the range of arrows and crossbows is greatly affected.
The howling north wind can weaken the range of bows and arrows by at least 30%, and the range of powerful crossbows by 15%-20%, and deeply affects the accuracy of arrows and crossbows. There are many powerful crossbows in Beiling City, but the main force of long-range strikes defending the city is still bows and arrows.
, the arrows that originally had a range of one hundred and twenty to one hundred and thirty steps can now only shoot a hundred steps at most when standing on the city wall, and the effective range has been shortened to seventy or eighty steps.
"Ho, ho, hi!"
"Ho, ho, hi!"
"Ho, ho, hi!"
Two full days passed, and after more than a thousand lives were lost, the moat outside the north gate was filled in by Hu Qi, and five sections of the moat were filled in. A towering suspension bridge was placed on the river, as thick as an arm.
The iron chains were cut off one by one by the sword.
The masters of the Hu Qi camp are not something Beiling City can resist right now.
Today is the first day after filling the soil. Early in the morning, before the mist has dispersed, very rhythmic trumpets sounded from the two barracks in the distance. The soldiers at the top of the city immediately sounded the alarm. At night
Zhu Biao, who was originally guarding the military building at the bottom of the north city, put on his clothes and climbed to the top of the city with two steps behind him. He watched the movement outside the city intently.
The sun came out and the mist slowly dissipated. Xie Shuyan immediately raised his telescope and looked outside the city. When he saw clearly what it was, his pupils shrank in an instant, "Is it a well? Why is it so tall?"
A kind of siege equipment that is about ten feet high and can be level with the city or even a little higher. It is in the form of a tower. It can not only protect the soldiers attacking the city, but also directly attack the defenders on the city wall. The effect is far longer.
Far stronger than a ladder truck.
At a long distance, it is a movable arrow tower, which makes the height of our archers equal to that of the enemy on the city wall, thus making the bows and arrows have the same range. The archers stand on the top floor, with a wooden wall in front of them. The following three floors can be used to store troops.
There are boards on both sides and on the top. After approaching the city wall, hand-to-hand soldiers can immediately follow the ladders and pedals to fight directly to the top of the city. A pulley is installed at the bottom of the well, but due to its huge size, the movement speed is limited.
Slow and afraid of fire attack.
Seeing Xie Shuyan raising the telescope, Zhu Biao, Yun Zheng and other generals raised their objects one after another. Even the military commanders and military princes who were not qualified to equip the telescope were all looking northward.
"I'm afraid it's eleven to twenty feet tall." One person exclaimed.
