Chapter 481 The thoughts of the Thai people on the victory of the war
It was just getting dark, and the light from the sun had a burning feeling.
Everything was quiet in the Han army camp.
The gang leader had just gotten up when the sound of clattering pots and pans was heard, mixed with one or two horses' neighing.
The patrolling guards walked past the side of the tent with shivering footsteps and gradually disappeared.
Ying Yuan, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and threw away the piece of cloth covering his stomach, which was almost dripping with water.
So damn hot!
"Let's sleep a little longer, it's time for exercise later."
The confused lieutenant next to him muttered something, rolled over, and went back to sleep.
Ying Yuan looked around and saw that there were empty beds everywhere in the camp. In the tent that could have slept about twenty brothers, there were only two officers, himself and the lieutenant, and three soldiers.
The rest of the brothers were all killed in the battle the day before yesterday.
Yingyuan wiped his face, stood up, put on his regular robe, and stepped on the open-toed straw sandals. After thinking about it, he dragged off the straw sandals again, threw them aside, put on his military boots, then opened the curtain and left the camp.
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The cool breeze in the air made Yingyuan feel much more comfortable.
After saying hello to the guards guarding the camp, Yingyuan left the camp and walked to the hillside not far away. Among the tombstones, he found the tombstone of a familiar figure and sat down.
In the last battle, the vanguard, a dozen battalions, and three thousand brothers he led were all lost in that battle.
Every war involves casualties, and deaths are inevitable.
Yingyuan knew this truth very well, but when it happened to him, Yingyuan just couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand the brother who was jumping around and bragging and spanking beside him a few days ago, and he just disappeared.
Er Hua Liu, who loves to talk dirty, and Luo Tuo Wu, who has not yet found a wife, always wonder whether his salary was higher in Qin or Han...
One by one, all dead, all dead...
"What a manly man, why do you pee like a horse?"
A scolding voice sounded behind him.
Ying Yuan wiped his eyes, turned around, and saw General Hua Xun in a crimson robe, but the commander-in-chief was wearing a white coarse short-sleeved coat.
"Meet the Commander-in-Chief"
Ying Yuan hurriedly stood up, cupped his fists and saluted.
Su Lu nodded, motioning for Yingyuan to avoid the ceremony, and asked, "Why, are you mourning Pao Ze here and crying for them?"
When Yingyuan heard this, he couldn't help himself with the sadness. He felt tears welling up in his eyes and his voice was hoarse.
"Commander Mingjian, the last general, the last general is not strong-willed enough. I watched these soldiers die on the battlefield with my own eyes. I feel really uncomfortable thinking that they are still the same as before my eyes yesterday."
Hua Xun snorted coldly: "You are so soft-hearted, and you still want to be a general. It is a wishful thinking."
"When I first asked the commander-in-chief to send troops, I thought you were a cold-hearted tough guy, but I didn't expect you to be a coward."
Yingyuan stood up straight and spoke loudly: "General Hua, I used to be a scholar. I have a soft temper. This battlefield is not where someone like me should be. Besides, I just asked the commander to send troops."
, what does it have to do with whether you are cold-hearted or not?"
Hua Xun smiled, patted Yingyuan on the shoulder, and said with a smile:
"Of course it does matter. These new troops have been recently incorporated into the military camp. They have never seen blood. Without a long period of hard training, they will not be able to form combat effectiveness. But if they can fight once or twice and see blood, they will soon be able to fight.
Can become a strong army."
"But, people will always die in war, especially the new army. The less training, the more people will die. I thought you wanted to kill more people and quickly build up combat power, so that you can attack your hometown in western Liaoning.
Avenge your father and fellow countrymen."
Ying Yuan felt a sudden buzzing at his temple, and he could no longer hear Hua Xun's next words.
Why did so many people die? Er Hua Liu, Qian Xiao Bian, Luo Tuo Wu, they all died at once, and it was because of themselves!
Self-blame, guilt, sadness, and many other feelings came to my heart. Yingyuan collapsed. How could this be?
I really didn’t mean it at the beginning!
Ying Yuan thought with guilt in his heart that he really just wanted to avenge his father and fellow villagers in Qin, and never thought of killing them.
Su Lu stopped Hua Xun from chattering, comforted Ying Yuan and said:
"Okay, tears and guilt cannot avenge them. Live well and pass on what you learned on the battlefield to your colleagues and your brothers, so that they know how to survive. This is the most important thing.
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"Everyone in the forward battalion is dead. I originally had new arrangements for you, but judging from your current mood, I'm afraid I won't be able to complete them well. How about this? You'd better stay in the Chinese army and continue to obey General Hua Xun's command."
Ying Yuan stood upright and said in a hoarse voice: "No, the general is doing very well now. As long as the commander-in-chief has his duties arranged, the general will definitely be able to complete it."
Su Lu and Hua Xun looked at each other, and Hua Xun immediately said with a smile:
"Forget it, you are here bleeding horse urine so early in the morning. I don't believe you can complete the duties assigned by the Commander-in-Chief."
"I will ensure that the mission is completed."
Yingyuan shouted at the top of his lungs.
Hua Xun snorted coldly, "Okay, the commander-in-chief originally wanted you to lead a battalion, open up the passage between our army and the enemy's rear, and transport all those things back. Seeing how soft-hearted you are, you can't do this job.
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Ying Yuan blushed and argued loudly: "General, if you think I can do it, please give me this chance, General Hua."
Su Lu waved his hand to stop Hua Xun who wanted to continue talking, and spoke:
"The enemy's rear is different from what we have here. If you encounter the enemy, if you are soft-hearted and timid, you will send the brothers around you to the enemy's mouth. Can you see your brother Paoze die in front of you and not save him?"
Yingyuan's face turned pale, but after a moment, he gritted his teeth and said:
"I promise that in order to complete my mission, even if my mother and I die in front of me, I will never blink an eye."
Su Lu waved his hand: "No need to talk big words, I will leave this task to you first. Although your temperament is not suitable, you are from western Liaoning and you are from Gangcha County. In terms of status, you are the most suitable candidate.
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"Go back and prepare. We will set off tonight. Feiniao Camp will cooperate with you and send you over the mountains in front. You will have to walk the road behind on your own."
Yingyuan bowed and agreed, then turned around and prepared to go.
Hua Xun looked at Ying Yuan's back, smacked his lips and said, "Commander Commander, this Ying Yuan may not be easy to use."
Su Lu turned around and walked towards the road he came from, "Left or right is just a move. You have to walk through it to know whether it will work or not."
That night, Ying Yuantong took a battalion head newly assigned to him and about 200 people on several large transport birds and headed straight to the northwest.
At night, all the lights in Beishan City have been extinguished. Only the residence of Luo Teli, the commander of the Taixi Expeditionary Force, which originally belonged to the Beishan Governor's Mansion, is still lit.
McMahon's head was wrapped in gauze, he pointed at the defense map and said in a hoarse voice: "Sir, the Han army's crossbows have been flying into the city in the past few days. The brothers have suffered many casualties. We can no longer tolerate the Han army to continue like this.
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Rotli, who was sitting at the top, looked ugly. He looked at the officers next to him, and an officer with a mustache spoke:
"General McMahon, it's not that I can't wait to leave the city. Without the cooperation of the barbarian troops, our Taixi infantry is no match for the Han army. It is not the time to leave the city for a decisive battle."
McMahon looked anxious: "Sir, now is not the time, so when will it be?"
Rotli looked at the swaying lights in the hall, his voice wavering, "When our army's new ballistae and trebuchets arrive."
