Low morale caused by a large number of casualties on one's own side has been common since ancient times, even for some armies that set foot on the battlefield to fight for the sake of the country, nation, etc., not to mention that they are not a nation in the first place.
Taxi soldiers.
But Zhao Hongrun once again captured the hearts of the Shangshui soldiers and the Sheang tribal warriors through a grass flute song and some impassioned words, and inspired and boosted the morale of the two tribes. In the eyes of many people,
It all feels incredible.
What made everyone feel most happy and honored was the conversation between Zhao Hongrun and Shang Shui's soldiers.
At that time, Zhao Hongrun teased Yang Wu with a humorous remark, which made the Shangshui soldiers present feel a very novel feeling: It turns out that His Highness King Su is not always aloof, he is actually very close to us.
It was due to the intervention of Yangwu that the atmosphere on the west wall became very good. For example, when Zhao Hongrun had finished encouraging the soldiers and was about to return to the felt tent, another young Shang Shui soldier mustered up the courage.
, begging His Highness Prince Su to play the music just now.
Maybe this soldier was like Ran Teng, the general with thousands of troops, who only came after hearing the news when the song ended, hoping to listen to it in full.
Of course, it could also be that I just like that piece of music.
But no matter what, this proposal received general support from all Shangshui soldiers and Sheang tribe soldiers present.
In fact, Zhao Hongrun didn't mind playing that piece of music again. After all, what's the point of playing it again? However, he couldn't help but want to tease the Shangshui soldiers. He deliberately looked at the darkening sky and said hesitantly: "
There’s no harm in blowing it again, but it’s getting dark now and you haven’t cleared the battlefield yet…”
As expected, upon hearing this, the Shangshui soldiers nearby couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
At this moment, Xu Jiong, a general with three thousand people, probably guessed Zhao Hongrun's thoughts, and shouted loudly from a distance: "Your Highness, Prince Su, just blow it again... Don't worry, Your Highness, the general will be here later.
If you order the torches to be lit, these bastards will be able to clean up the battlefield before tonight."
The nearby Shang Shui soldiers were slightly startled, and then started making noises.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun did not show any pretense and said with a smile: "Okay, since Xu Jiong's three thousand people will guarantee it for you, I will play it again... By the way, those who have memorized the melody will hum along."
"Whoa whoa--"
The merchants, sailors, soldiers and generals cheered.
After that, Zhao Hongrun played it again, and the Shangshui soldiers, or even the tribal warriors of the Sheang and Sheang tribes, this time, as Zhao Hongrun said, they couldn't help humming along, hoping to keep this beautiful tune in their hearts.
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After about half a stick of incense, Zhao Hongrun finished blowing it for the second time.
Although the merchant navy soldiers were reluctant to leave, they had no choice but to let His Highness King Su go because they had spoken before him.
However, when His Royal Highness King Su left, they gave him a huge cheer, which could be described as a farewell.
"Your Highness, you are really... outstanding."
Even Zong Wei Chief Shen Yu, who had repeatedly reminded Zhao Hongrun to leave early several times before, could not help but praise him in a low voice at this moment.
Zhao Hongrun smiled slightly.
It would be too hypocritical to say that I am unhappy when I have received heartfelt recognition, support and support from so many people.
But when he thought of the huge number of casualties, his heart still felt a little clogged.
"There is only so much I can do..."
He sighed slightly.
"His Royal Highness King Su."
In the distance, Wu Ji led several chiefs of the Yi tribe and passed towards Zhao Hongrun.
"His Royal Highness King Su is so versatile. I listened carefully just now, and the music is really...beautiful." Halegoh, the leader of the Aries Tribe of the Sheang Tribe, praised.
Before he finished speaking, the other clan leaders also spoke in admiration.
It’s no wonder, after all, the people of Sanchuan are a nation that loves music. There are many folk songs with a long history in the culture of the Yi people.
"What the hell, I made you laugh." Zhao Hongrun cupped his hands towards the clan leaders and said with humility: "I just feel that the sacrifices in this battle are too great, and I feel sad in my heart. I think of these soldiers and generals and the tribes."
warriors, so..."
As soon as they heard about the casualties in this battle, the smiles on the faces of the clan leaders gradually faded away.
You must know that several tribes of the Yi tribe have lost nearly 2,000 young people in the tribe today, which is not a small number.
However, they have no hatred, because they can now firmly believe that the King Su of Wei in front of them is worthy of trust: a person who can play such a beautiful and melodious grass flute song cannot be a person who goes back on his word and has a vicious heart.
Although this explanation may seem funny to the Wei people, the Yi people believe it firmly.
After a few pleasantries, everyone got down to business.
The suggestions of these tribe leaders were similar to Wu Ji's. They all suggested taking advantage of the Jiejiao army's defeat today to pursue them while they were victorious.
But Zhao Hongrun shook his head and vetoed their suggestion of being greedy for credit and rash: "Although Jiejiao was defeated today and lost a lot of slave soldiers, its tribal cavalry suffered almost no losses. To put it bluntly, we are still in a difficult situation.
At a disadvantage...if we want to defeat Jijiao and capture Bitatu in one go, we still need a big victory."
Having said that, great victory...where can it be so easy to obtain?
The clan chiefs looked at each other.
"Patriarchs, please don't be impatient. Let me observe Jiejiao for another three days. Within three days, we will make a decision!"
"In that case..."
The clan chiefs nodded.
That night, the Shangshui soldiers lit bonfires and torches and disposed of the corpses along the west city wall.
It has to be said that because there were so many enemy and enemy soldiers killed in the area around the west city wall today, the merchant navy soldiers were busy until late at night.
However, despite this, no one complained about being tired or dissatisfied.
I saw the soldiers carrying the corpses by the light of torches while humming the music played by Zhao Hongrun on the grass flute.
This surprised many soldiers who were not present to listen to Zhao Hongrun's performance.
No, a soldier grabbed Li Hui, Yang Wu and others who were humming this song, and asked in surprise: "Hey, brother, what is that humming in your mouth? It doesn't seem like our Chu country
song."
Yang Wu smiled and said: "Hey, this is the music that His Highness King Su played on grass near the west city wall around dusk..." At this point, he seemed to have thought of something, and added with some pride: "
By the way, don’t talk about our Chu Kingdom in the future. His Highness King Su said that our Shang Shui Army are all Wei people now and are compatriots of His Highness King Su, so we should be said to be our Great Wei..."
"Okay, okay, don't talk about these useless things." The soldier obviously had no attachment to his motherland. He interrupted Yang Wu impatiently and asked curiously about the music: "King Su played it.
Song? Why?”
"Why?" Yang Wu scratched his head and said matter-of-factly: "To commemorate the fallen soldiers, our Shangshui Army is the direct army of His Highness King Su."
"In memory of the fallen soldiers? Was it His Royal Highness King Su who played that tune on the west city wall?" The soldiers nearby gathered around.
Seeing this, the soldiers like Li Hui, Le Bao, Yang Wu and others who were lucky enough to listen on the spot praised the grass flute played by Zhao Hongrun. Some Shangshui soldiers even learned to play the grass flute.
Unfortunately, his technique was so poor that he was immediately eliminated by the soldiers who had heard Zhao Hongrun's playing.
Subsequently, as more and more Shangshui soldiers discussed this matter, the fact that King Su played a song on the west wall to commemorate the sacrificed soldiers quickly spread throughout the Shangshui Army, making those who had not heard of it
The soldiers who were not present to listen suddenly stamped their feet and beat their chests.
And Yang Wu, who had a few words of conversation with Zhao Hongrun, and another soldier who begged Zhao Hongrun to play another song, in the blink of an eye, became the jealous object of all the Shangshui soldiers. For a time, they were all in the army.
It's quite famous.
In just a few days, the grass flute song "It's hard to see each other and hard to say goodbye", like a storm, has become a ditty that almost everyone can sing a few lines to the Shangshui soldiers and the Sheng and Sheng tribesmen.
Even in the future, when the Shang Shui Army mourned the sacrifice of Tongze after the war, they would play this tune on the grass flute as a farewell to their comrades.
A night of silence.
The next day, August 24, the Jiejiao people once again gathered on the three walls of the west, north and south of Luocheng and attacked the city again.
I have to say that maybe it wasn't obvious yesterday, but today, there is a significant gap in the morale of the two armies, the Shangshui Army and the Jiejiao Slave Soldiers.
I saw that the merchant soldiers on the west wall were still as high in morale as yesterday, and even seemed to be even more desperate and ferocious than yesterday. On the other hand, the slave soldiers seemed to have been stripped of their claws.
The wild beast no longer has the madness of yesterday, and seems to be sick and depressed.
As a result, today's Shangshui soldiers on the west wall only relied on the remnants of yesterday's battalion to block the offensive of the Jiejiao slave soldiers. Immediately, Wu Ji, who was in charge of commanding the overall situation, improvised and withdrew some of the shields.
He replaced his hand with a group of crossbowmen, and actually blocked the Jiejiao slave soldiers at the gate of the city.
Perhaps realizing that the situation was unstoppable, the Jiejiao Army only attacked for an hour before retreating.
Waiting for August 25, the Jiejiao people attacked Luocheng again. They mobilized troops just like the previous days. However, after only half an hour of attacking Luocheng, the Jiejiao people hastily withdrew their troops.
After the war, the Shangshui soldiers at the West City Wall felt very puzzled.
Because of the fierce battle on August 23rd, the offensive of the Jiejiao slave soldiers in the next two days was not ferocious at all, as if those slave soldiers were just here to die.
Is that their illusion?
Of course not!
The reason for the calculation is simply that after listening to Zhao Hongrun's words, the generals of the Shang Shui Army gradually accepted that I was a Wei man and thought that I would die in the service of the Wei Dynasty, and gradually regarded themselves as a true soldier.
The people of Wei had high fighting spirit.
As for those slave soldiers, the Jiejiao tribe leader Bitatu and the Jiejiao warriors under his command, will they care about the status of the slave soldiers under them like Zhao Hongrun?
The difference in treatment methods meant that although the Jiejiao Army still had an absolute advantage in terms of military strength, it became increasingly unable to shake the rock-solid Luocheng.