As soon as he entered the wounded barracks, Sikong saw the wounded soldiers wailing. He didn't know what kind of attack it was because of. According to the medical officer of the wounded barracks, these wounded soldiers had been coming to the wounded barracks one after another since the afternoon.
The body was attacked by some poisonous needle, which caused the whole body to become numb, feverish, thirsty, and unable to do any activities. The number of injured people has now reached 800.
Sikong had a gloomy face and didn't speak. He just checked a wounded soldier. He was a slave soldier. He was hit by a poisonous arrow in the neck. At this time, his neck had turned black and started to fester. His flesh and blood were rolling. His whole body was weak and his eyes were dull.
Pale, just a continuous wailing.
"Su Yin, you are so powerful!" Sikong gritted his teeth, as if he was about to crush his silver teeth into pieces. He was already at the critical moment of getting angry.
In just one day, 800 people were lost!
Eight hundred wounded soldiers. According to the calculations of the grassland, one wounded soldier needs at least two sheep, one cow, and one cart of millet from the time he is injured to the time he recovers. Now the Blood Wolf Army is short of food and grass and houses.
The burden of 800 wounded soldiers was increased. What is even more troublesome is that the wounded soldier battalion with 800 wounded soldiers must form a logistics team of at least 3,000 people to take care of these wounded soldiers. 800 people were injured in just one day.
, so what’s next? By then, the Blood Wolf Army will no longer be able to fight, and they will all come to take care of the wounded soldiers.
After watching all this, Sikong didn't say a word, but had a strange smile on his face.
"Su Yin, do you think I will lose?" He thought in his mind, and then left the wounded barracks step by step. As soon as he arrived outside the wounded barracks, he waved to call one of his own soldiers over and gave a few instructions.
The soldier received the order and disappeared in front of Sikong in the blink of an eye.
Soon, a general of the Blood Wolf Army was passed over. This burly Blood Wolf Army general named Bazabach suddenly knelt down in front of Sikong and kissed Sikong's feet to show his obedience.
Sikong helped him up, put his ear into his ear, and whispered some words in prairie dialect. The blood wolf general named Bazabach was stunned for a moment, then showed a murderous look on his face, and knelt on the ground to receive the military order.
Sikong laughed strangely, coughed, and disappeared in front of Bazaarbach.
That night, a fire broke out in the wounded barracks. More than 800 wounded soldiers were burned, and only more than 30 people survived. At the same time, the shaman in the army began to spread rumors that the wounded soldiers in the wounded barracks did not fight hard, which angered them.
There were rumors that the gods cursed them so that their skin would ulcerate all over their bodies, and that the gods also sent down divine fire to burn them all to death.
The grassland people were extremely devout in their beliefs. Under such encouragement, the barbarian warriors soon became angry. With Sikong's permission, the remaining thirty or so wounded soldiers were shown their heads to the public, and their skins were peeled off.
An adult leather drum used to inspire warriors and then please the gods.
Unconsciously, Sikong used his own strategy to execute more than 800 of his wounded soldiers. The method was so ruthless that it made people's hair stand on end.
When Su Yin received the scout's information, he read it carefully and was stunned. He did not expect that Sikong would use such a vicious method to escape the trap she had prepared for him.
He specially ordered craftsmen to make these poisonous arrows. They were designed by Zhuge Cangmang's parents and his son. These poisonous arrows contained a strong but not fatal poison. The only purpose of these poisons was naturally to inflict injuries on Sikong's army.