"A total of 7,352 people were killed in our army, most of which were caused by the Qin Army's Iron Eagle warriors. 6,321 were seriously injured and 10,821 were slightly injured.
They have all been sent to the rear for treatment. The Qin army lost about 14,000 people, including about 650 Iron Eagle warriors who died in battle."
All along, casualties on the battlefield have been counted together.
Serious injury equals death, minor injury equals no injury.
In troubled times, human life is the most valuable thing. No one will waste resources to treat an ordinary soldier. Whether he can recover or not depends entirely on himself.
Therefore, once a soldier is seriously injured, it can be said that he will definitely die.
However, Zhao Kuo ordered that no matter how serious the soldiers' injuries were from now on, as long as they were still alive, no one could give up and all efforts must be made to treat them.
That's why Liu Ping counted them separately.
Of course, the losses of the Qin army are still counted together.
"You are indeed the Qin army." Zhao Kuo said with emotion.
In this battle, it seems that the Qin army's battle losses were twice that of Zhao's. In fact, if Zhao's army was seriously injured, the battle losses of both sides were actually about the same.
But Zhao Jun is the defender!
"Fortunately, we got a group of doctors, otherwise I really don't know how to fight."
"We just had a battle, what do you think?" Zhao Kuo looked at Lian Po and others.
"Judging from the attack just now, the commander of the Qin army is still Wang Lu." Lian Po said with a frown.
"It's really not like Bai Qi." Tian Dan also said.
Although he has never played against Bai Qi, he has studied Bai Qi's fighting style and rarely fights head-on.
"Has Bai Qi not been appointed commander-in-chief yet?" Zhao Kuo was a little confused.
According to historical records, after the State of Qin learned that the commander of the Zhao army was changed from Lian Po to Zhao Kuo, it changed the commander to Bai Qi.
However, the specific time is not recorded.
"But today's battle is a bit weird, like a test. It's best to be careful." Le Yi reminded.
"I will give the order." Zhao Kuo nodded, and he was right to listen to Le Yi in terms of military matters.
…
"My lord, the battle report has been written." In the evening, Liu Ping came in holding a piece of cloth.
According to regulations, the frontline must report to Handan after every war.
Of course, as Zhao Kuo is the head coach, he does not need to do such small things himself, he can just leave it to his subordinates.
"Let me take a look." Zhao Kuo took the cloth and looked at it generally. "Just write it like this. Write more casualties of our army. Don't send it now. We will send it two days later."
"No." Liu Ping didn't understand why Zhao Kuo had to over-report some casualties and send it two days later. Other generals under-reported some casualties so as to claim credit. Can they still claim credit for over-reporting?
But this has nothing to do with him. He is Zhao Kuo's retainer, and he can do whatever Zhao Kuo says.
As for what King Zhao thinks, it has nothing to do with him.
"The last secret report should have been sent to King Zhao. I wonder if King Zhao will let me go back." Zhao Kuo looked at the night sky outside the camp, his thoughts flying thousands of miles away.
…
Zhao Guo, Handan.
"Yu Qing, take a look at this secret report." King Zhao handed the secret report to the scribe next to him.
Yu Qing took the secret report and read it again, with a faint smile on his face and stroking a few sparse beards, "Your Majesty, this is a good thing."
"Oh? Why did Yu Qing say this?" Zhao Wangdan asked in confusion.
"Your Majesty, please read this. The secret report states that the Qin army attacked the military camp at night and that Zhao Long and others died fighting. However, it does not say how many soldiers were killed or injured on both sides. This is unreasonable." Yu Qing pointed to the secret report and said.
"You mean, Ma Fuzi lied about military information?" Zhao Wangdan frowned.
"No, this shows that Ma Fuzi started to seize military power as soon as he joined the army. Has your Majesty received any letters impeaching Ma Fuzi these days?"
"Nothing." King Zhao thought for a moment and shook his head.
"That shows that Ma Fuzi has achieved certain results. It only took him a few days to initially seize military power. He is worthy of being the son of a famous general." Yu Qing said with admiration.
"What do you mean by Yu Qing?"
"Just follow Ma Fuzi's wishes. Give rewards and titles to calm the minds of the soldiers." Yu Qing said.
"Okay, Yu Qing will be responsible for this." Zhao Wangdan nodded.
"I wonder why General Lian Po hasn't come back yet." King Zhao muttered.
"General Lian Po is a steady man. He must be worried about the war and wants to stay a few more days." Yu Qing said with a smile.
"That should be the case." King Zhao nodded.
…
Qin State, Xianyang.
It is eight hundred miles into the hinterland of Qinchuan, with the Wei River running through it to the south and Mount Wei to the north.
Xianyang in the evening was somewhat peaceful, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire city into golden red, making it magnificent.
Qin Wangji, who was over sixty years old, climbed up the city wall with the help of his guards. He held the female wall with both hands and watched the Wei River slowly move eastward.
"The sun sets in the west and the white waves pass in the east."
Qin Wangji looked at the rolling waves of the Wei River and recalled in his mind the time when he had just been crowned King of Qin.
In the blink of an eye, it has been more than forty years.
Qin Wangji was already very old, and his face was covered with wrinkles. He didn't know how many years he had left to live.
Qin Wangji looked at life, old age, illness and death very calmly.
As a monarch, he has already lived a long life at this age.
Most monarchs have received the most formal education since they were young. They are provided with fine clothes, fine food, and magical elixirs every day. They also have to practice literature and martial arts to keep fit.
In the end, the life span is not as long as that of an ordinary person.
His eldest brother, King Qin Wu, achieved extraordinary results at the age of eighteen and was hailed as the strongest martial arts genius in the history of the human race.
However, at the age of twenty-three, when he was lifting the cauldron, he encountered a backlash of luck, accidentally missed and was smashed to death.
This is God's jealousy of talents.
Qin Wangji was very satisfied that he could live to be over sixty years old!
But he still has one unfulfilled wish, which is to solve the last obstacle for his descendants in his lifetime: the Kingdom of Zhao.
"Urgent report from Changping."
Suddenly, a burst of rapid horse hoofbeats broke the tranquility of Xianyang, and a figure quickly rushed over from a distance.
"Stop it." Qin Wangji frowned.
"promise."
After a while, the soldiers who reported the news were brought up.
Qin Wangji received the urgent report, opened it and looked a little unbelievably: "We actually lost."
The soldier who reported the news looked at the King of Qin in fear and did not dare to move, for fear that the King of Qin would behead him if he was unhappy.
Many seniors who delivered letters died unjustly like this.
However, Qin Wangji was very generous and did not embarrass him. He waved his hand and said: "After receiving the reward, rest for the night and return to the army tomorrow."
The soldier breathed a sigh of relief and quickly knelt on the ground, thanking him repeatedly.
Qin Wangji paced back and forth on the city wall. He was not angry because he lost.
Victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists, and the Qin State has a great cause. It can afford to lose ten times, let alone lose once.
Moreover, Wang Lu said in the battle report that the losses of both sides were almost the same, but the losses of the Iron Eagle Rui were somewhat greater.
Qin Wangji believed that Wang Lu would not lie to him.
The afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared on the horizon, and night gradually enveloped the earth. King Qin stopped.