The death camp that Emperor Chongzhen was concerned about had just wiped out a large branch of the Zalut tribe.
Cao Wenzhao, the commander of the death camp, was riding on his horse and was listening to the battle damage report.
As the fighting became more and more intense, and gradually entered the depths of the grassland, some fish finally escaped, and the news of their revenge spread spread.
In the battle just now, because the tribe had a large number of people and was vigilant, even though the death camp moved like the wind and launched a sudden attack, there were still casualties.
"Commander, eight of our troops were killed, four were seriously injured, and thirty-five were lightly injured." Cao Bianjiao first reported the casualties of his men.
After hearing this, Cao Wenzhao said nothing and turned his attention to Huang Degong.
"Commander, eleven of our troops were killed in the battle, eight were seriously injured, and twenty-nine were lightly injured." Huang Degong reported with clasped fists as soon as Cao Wenzhao looked at him.
Then naturally, several people's eyes turned to Zuo Liangyu to hear the casualties of his troops.
"Commander, eighteen of our troops were killed in the battle, twelve were seriously injured, and thirty-six were lightly injured." Zuo Liangyu looked a little shocked and reported the casualties of his men to Cao Wenzhao.[
After Cao Wenzhao listened to everything, he said to Zuo Liangyu: "Just now, your troops relaxed their vigilance prematurely and went to clean the battlefield, which led to a counterattack by the Tatars. Be careful next time. One of the soldiers in the death camp was injured and died.
One, it’s all our loss. Do you understand?”
"General, I will obey your orders." After Cao Wenzhao pointed out the reason for the high casualties among his men, Zuo Liangyu answered Cao Wenzhao loudly with an attitude of being open-minded and teachable.
"A total of forty-one people were killed in this battle, 27 were seriously injured, and 119 were slightly injured. This place is too far away from the pass, so we cannot send the wounded back." Cao Wenzhao concluded here,
His expression was a bit gloomy. The wounded could not be sent back, so there was basically only one ending waiting for them.
Cao Wenzhao scanned the battlefield. At this time, the battlefield had been cleaned, and the soldiers of the dead camp were killing horses and sheep to replenish their physical strength.
He looked back and said to Cao, Huang and the three generals from the left: "Let's go see the wounded."
After finishing speaking, he took the reins and urged the horse to go to the place where the wounded were placed. The three generals accompanied him and followed silently.
Seeing the commander approaching, the lightly wounded soldiers immediately put down the food that their comrades had given them and stood up to salute Cao Wenzhao.
Cao Wenzhao returned the gift while checking their situation. He could not help but feel relieved when he saw that these slightly injured soldiers were basically injured because they were protected by armor.
He saw that a soldier's left hand was bandaged in two places, so he walked over and asked, "Were they all injured this time?"
"Come back, Marshal, the wound above was sustained the day before yesterday and is almost scarred." The man replied loudly.
Cao Wenzhao heard that his voice sounded familiar, so he moved his eyes upward from his arms, and when he saw the man's face, he was slightly startled and said: "You are Zhu..."
"Come back to the commander-in-chief, my subordinate is none other than Zhu Yuanzhong." Seeing that Cao Wenzhao was still impressed by him, Zhu Yuanzhong immediately replied loudly.
Cao Wenzhao nodded and asked with concern: "How is your illness?"
Zhu Yuanzhong patted his left chest with his right hand and still said loudly: "It will be fine as soon as we get out of the fortress. God knows that my subordinates are out to avenge their brothers, and I can't bear to let this disease hold me back."
Cao Wenzhao smiled, looked at his nephew and said, "Isn't he your personal guard?" [
Cao Bianjiao stood next to them. He knew that his uncle meant to be his personal guard and was wounded many times. What happened? He smiled and replied: "This boy is tough enough and ruthless enough to fight with his life."
, it’s a miracle that he only received these two injuries.”
Zhu Yuanzhong couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he heard Cao Bianjiao seeming to belittle him but actually praising him.
Upon hearing this, Cao Wenzhao turned around, reached out and patted Zhu Yuanzhong's right shoulder and said: "Young man, it is good to be brave to kill the enemy, but you must also remember to protect yourself. Fighting alone is not worth it. Advance and retreat with your teammates and protect yourself."
Guerrilla warfare is what your family should do."
He was a veteran on the battlefield, and he immediately heard the real reason for Zhu Yuanzhong's injury from his nephew's words, so he gave Zhu Yuanzhong serious advice.
"Come back to the commander, I understand." After many fights, Zhu Yuanzhong's eagerness to avenge his former comrades has been alleviated. At the same time, he also knew that what Cao Wenzhao said was reasonable, so he answered sincerely.
Cao Wenzhao.
Cao Wenzhao nodded, and then started to visit the next one. After reading them all, he came to the seriously injured area.
No one is immune to death in a war. As soldiers, we all have this awareness. But when facing these seriously wounded soldiers, Cao Wenzhao's heart felt a little heavy.
These seriously wounded people were either missing arms or legs, or their torsos were hit by heavy weapons and their internal organs were damaged.
When Cao Wenzhao came to their camp, he did not hear any sounds of crying or pain. On the contrary, this camp was much quieter than the camp next door where the lightly wounded people were.
When these people saw Cao Wenzhao approaching, they stood up and saluted, and looked at Cao Wenzhao with their eyes. When their colleagues who were caring for them saw Cao Wenzhao approaching, they all stood up and saluted.
Cao Wenzhao looked at these people with a heavy heart. These are tough guys and excellent warriors. If they are in the pass or there is a logistics operation, and they are sent to the rear to take good care of themselves, maybe many of them can survive.
But now...
He looked around, then walked up to a soldier who was missing an arm and asked, "Do you have anything to say to your family?"
The soldier struggled to open his mouth, enduring the pain, and replied intermittently: "I...I...I didn't..."
The comrade beside him helped him wipe the sweat from the pain on his head. Seeing that he was speechless, he helped him answer: "Commander, all his family members were slaughtered by the Tatars."
When Cao Wenzhao heard this, he sighed in his heart. He was suffering again. He said softly: "Then do you have any last wishes?"
"I...I...regret..." He was in so much pain that he couldn't finish his sentence, so he had to turn his eyes for help to the colleague who was wiping his sweat.
"Commander, what he means is that he has killed enough, but it would be a pity to go down and reunite with his family." Although he explained his regrets to his colleagues, his tone was not relaxed.
Cao Wenzhao stared at him silently for a while, his eyes full of regret, and then looked at the other seriously injured people.
The three generals and personal guards who followed Cao Wenzhao did not speak, and tried to move as gently as possible so as not to affect these seriously injured people.
Seeing the look in Cao Wenzhao's eyes, one of the seriously injured men mustered up his strength and said in a slightly coherent voice: "Commander...Commander, we are all ready to die when we leave seclusion. If you die...you will die. Tatars
Kill...kill our Han people...the number of Han people, I just ask...just ask the commander to kill more for us...kill some Tatars."
After saying this, he couldn't breathe. The seriously wounded man tilted his head and lay there without any movement.
At this moment, Cao Wenzhao, a man who fought on the battlefield, had a little moisture in the corners of his eyes. He clasped his hands in his fists, looked around at these seriously injured people, and said loudly and decisively: "Don't worry, brothers, Cao has sworn here that he will definitely do it."
Lead the remaining brothers to recover all the blood debt!"
After hearing Cao Wenzhao's assurance, several seriously injured soldiers felt relieved and left with peace of mind.
Cao Wenzhao closed his eyes, and after a few seconds, he calmed down and said, "As long as I, Cao, am here, and on every New Year's Day, I will lead all the soldiers of the death camp to offer incense to you."
After he finished speaking, he stopped staying and left the camp for the seriously injured.
Cao Wenzhao looked at the soldiers of the death camp who were dining, suddenly turned around and said to the three generals who were following him: "The resistance of the nearby Mongolian Tatars is getting stronger and stronger. I took it by surprise, abandoned the nearby Tatars, and rushed thousands of miles to attack Nennen."
Kerxin tribe, severely punish this hard-core lackey of Jianlu."
"Yes!" The three generals accepted the order in unison.
When the "woo woo woo" rally horn sounded, the seriously injured soldiers who were still alive knew that the army was about to set off.
They took one last look at the world they had lived in before giving up their lives.
The soldiers of the death camp gathered around several large fires, paid the most solemn military salute, and watched their comrades turn into ashes. Then some of them came forward to collect the ashes and carry them on their backs. If there was a chance, they would definitely take them back to the pass and return to themselves.
's hometown.
At the same time, there was also a person who finally returned to his hometown, or the place where he forgot his ancestors and sold himself into slavery. This person was Fan Wencheng.