The scene of the two armies fighting is very ugly, especially the battle with cold weapons. If you stab me, I will give you a sword in return; if you send people to attack the city wall, I will try my best to defend; if you keep adding more troops, I will fight to the death.
The Yue people had an obvious advantage in military strength, and Lu Jia went crazy. He kept ordering his soldiers to rush under the city wall where Zhenzhen was built. The corpses were piled on top of one another, and the Yue people's footsteps all stepped on the corpses of his own people. The ladders
, siege vehicles, and even bed crossbows were used. The front of the city was filled with smoke and smoke. The Han and Yue people fought together. Both sides gave their all and did not care about their own life or death.
Huo Jin killed like a bloody man. He swept down the two Yue people who had just climbed to the top of the city with a halberd. He immediately rushed elsewhere to kill the Yue people who had climbed up the city: "It's so good, so good! Your young master is here.
Who dares to fight for three hundred rounds?"
Hawking was very poisoned by "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" told by Su Ren. He liked the character named Zhang Fei the most, who could roar people to death. Such courage would scare all the famous generals in the world. Therefore, Hawking would kill people while fighting.
, while shouting.
Wei Qing was sitting on the city tower, doing his duties as a commander step by step. While watching the movements on the city wall, he kept issuing orders, making the best use of the few soldiers and horses he had. Although Wei Qing did not have the guidance of a famous teacher, all the military skills he learned relied on
The bamboo slips are very arm's length, but the guards are much stronger than Zhao Kuo. Wei Qing knew how to learn and use them flexibly, and was not restricted by the words on the slips, so Wei Qing will naturally become a famous general in the future.
Throughout the afternoon, the Yue people launched countless attacks. Seeing that it was getting dark, Lu Jia reluctantly ordered the withdrawal of troops. It can be said that Lu Jia was very alert and had guessed Su Ren's plan to send people to cross Yaozi Ridge.
, but he was still a step late. When he led the army in a hurry to Zhichang, he found the Han army's banner at the top of Zhichang city. Lu Jia's eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.
"how so?"
No one could answer Lu Jia's question. All aspects had been taken into consideration and full preparations had been made. Yaoziling was exposed alone, and the Han people just came from Yaoziling and rushed ahead of him to win the property in one fell swoop.
This made Lu Jia want to cry without tears.
General Huang Tongdao said: "Prime Minister, the Han people have the upper hand and are eager to capture it. However, Su Ren's army is right behind us. We have lost this battle!"
"No! South Vietnam will not be defeated. I still have a way, there must be a way!" Lu Jia looked at everyone as if he was crazy, looking for help: "Tell me, whoever has a way will be rewarded!"
Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Lu Jia. Zhao Wen in the corner coughed and came to Lu Jia calmly: "Surrender! Don't let the soldiers make unnecessary sacrifices. If Su Renruo
If the property is burned down, we will be completely finished."
"Boom!" Lu Jia punched several cases: "Su Ren, it's Su Ren again!"
Huang Tong put away the map, rolled it up, and put it on a shelf aside. Lu Jia was depressed for a long time, and rolled his eyes: "General, didn't you say that Su Ren only has 10,000 troops, and there are at least 8,000 Han troops in this city?"
, Could it be that..."
"Prime Minister, I have sent someone to see it. There are indeed 10,000 soldiers and horses behind Su Ren. These 8,000 people are not in Su Ren's team!"
"No, no, there are only 10,000 soldiers in Kuaiji County. Where did Su Ren get 8,000 more soldiers and horses? The people behind him must be fake, fake! Send an order to send troops to attack Su Ren's army!"
"Prime Minister!" Huang Tong knelt on the ground with a bang: "We in South Vietnam have suffered heavy losses now, and our property has been taken away by the Han. If we continue to fight, all the South Vietnamese will die. Even if Su Ren does not have 10,000 troops, it will anger the Han
Chao, although the world is huge, where can our tens of thousands of people in South Vietnam go?"
The rest of the people all knelt behind Huang Tong, imitating Huang Tong's example and urging: "Prime Minister, think twice!"
Lu Jia felt like everyone was betrayed and separated from their relatives. In this situation, everyone has to plan for themselves. The Han people are obviously prepared for a lose-lose situation. As long as Lu Jia sends people to attack again, Zhichang is likely to be the second Panyu. If Lu Jia
If he dares to turn around and attack Su Ren, not only will his property be destroyed, but the Yue people will also face a disaster. By then, Lu Jia will be a sinner of the Yue people, and it is not an exaggeration to be lit as a sky lantern.
Lu Jia sat down dejectedly, sighed and stopped talking.
After a hard day's work, Wei Qing, who had just captured Zhichong and was facing a crazy attack by the Yue people, was exhausted. The battles during the day were very dangerous and he almost couldn't defend the city wall several times. Eight thousand people faced a Yue army with tens of thousands of people, and they fought hard.
After an afternoon of killing, the damage was very heavy. There were rows of soldiers under the city wall, and there were more people screaming and wailing in the wounded soldiers camp not far away.
Feng Xin is Chun Yuyi's apprentice. He has followed his master for so many years and has achieved some success in his medical skills. This time, he followed several fellow apprentices and came to Lingnan with Su Ren's army. When Wei Qing led his troops to cross Yaozi Ridge, Feng Xin volunteered to accompany the army.
For this reason, Su Ren strongly commended Feng Xin, took Feng Xin's hand and told him: "Mr. Feng is concerned about illness. With Mr. Feng here, this army can save many lives."
Since arriving at Zhicheng, Feng Xin has been concentrating on preparing the ward for treating wounded soldiers. He knows that there will be a big battle in the next period of time, and he will still be able to stitch up the wounds of the wounded.
In the simple ward, dry straw is divided into several rows, and a layer of lime is spread under the straw. This is the most primitive method of disinfection. Feng Xin busily checked the condition of each injured person, checking the wounds while talking to the patient.
The wounded soldiers said a few words, which relieved the panic of the wounded soldiers. In the past, after every war, many more people died and were disabled due to injuries than died on the battlefield. The most common death was due to wounds.
Infect.
A glass of strong wine was poured on the leg of a wounded soldier. The open wound was painful. The wounded soldier tightly grasped the straw under his body with both hands, gritted his teeth, and large drops of sweat dripped from his forehead.
"Does it hurt? If it hurts too much, just scream."
The wounded soldier shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."
Feng Xin patted the wounded soldier on the shoulder: "It's okay. You will get better. You will be able to walk again and go to the battlefield again."
The wounded soldier was overjoyed: "Really?"
Feng Xin smiled: "I promise!"
"Mr. Xie Feng!" The wounded soldier had tears in his eyes and was so excited that he didn't know what to say.
When Wei Qing came in, some people saw them and wanted to stand up, but Wei Qing reached out to stop them. After looking around the ward, they felt very good. There were rows of wounded soldiers, with a little distance between them.
Medical officers walked back and forth to take care of them. The wounded were also placed in different places according to their priority. The wounded soldiers closest to the door were the least injured, and many of them were simply bandaged and laughing there.
Finding Feng Xin, Wei Qing nodded: "Mr. Feng, you are a life-saving god!"
Feng Xin said shyly: "I did everything according to Su Changshi's instructions. I didn't contribute much. During this period, I always studied with Master Su Changshi and benefited a lot. There were many things that I didn't understand before. This time
I finally understand it, but the conditions here are simple. If we can build a field hospital like what Su Changshi mentioned, I believe the effect will be better and more brothers can survive."
"This is not bad! I heard from Brother Danghu that when General Li fought with the Huns, more people died from injuries than died in the battle. This time we have a total of 8,000 brothers, and more than 500 died in the afternoon battle.
More than 2,000 people were injured. I just asked you, less than 300 people died here, but you saved the lives of more than 1,000 people!"
The wounded soldiers on the side heard it and interjected: "Mr. Feng, the captain is right, you are our savior, we will never forget you in this life!" One person shouted, and someone immediately responded. The wounded soldiers in the ward,
As long as he could speak, everyone would thank Feng Xin, which made Feng Xin feel embarrassed.
Lu Jia also went to their wounded barracks. He did not agree to the offer of surrender by the officials. Lu Jia still refused to give up. He had worked hard to save some situations, but suddenly he had nothing. He felt uncomfortable no matter what he thought. For
To improve the morale of the soldiers, Lu Jia, the South Vietnamese Prime Minister who had never set foot in a military camp, walked into the wounded soldiers camp for the first time. He knew that visiting the wounded soldiers was a good way to win over the soldiers' hearts.
As soon as he entered the camp gate, there was a stench and painful shouts that made Lu Jia have the idea of turning around and running away. He finally held it back, covered his nostrils with his sleeves, and walked in. Dirty, messy, and poor, accompanied by death and moans.
There were no medical officers in South Vietnam. All the wounded soldiers were arranged in a circle. A witch doctor was dancing and mumbling in the center of the circle. When Lu Jia came in, he danced more cheerfully and had more bits and pieces in his mouth.
General Huang Tong has been dismissed by Lu Jia, and Lu Jia took the army into his own hands. Now Lu Jia can be said to be the de facto king of South Vietnam. With power, there is naturally no shortage of flatterers. As soon as Lu Jia came in, there were people immediately
Shouted: "The Prime Minister has arrived, everyone kneels to welcome him!"
A few wounded soldiers struggled up and saluted Lu Jia, while more people lay motionless on the ground. Lu Jia glared at the flattering guy and asked the official in charge of the wounded soldiers camp: "How are the casualties?"
The official saluted quickly: "Report to the Prime Minister, this is what the wounded barracks is like. If you can survive 20% here, it is pretty good."
"Twenty percent? How come it's so little?"
The official said: "This has always been the case. It's not that I don't do my best. I would like to ask the Prime Minister to give me a clear warning."
Lu Jia frowned: "It looks like there are no less than 5,000 people here. If there are only 20%, it means that less than 1,000 people will survive, and the remaining 4,000 will die? In a small battle, we actually lost 10,000 troops.
Death?"
All the officers were silent. Zhao Wen said coldly: "If you attack Zhicheng again tomorrow, I'm afraid another 10,000 soldiers will die here. Are you sure the Prime Minister really wants to continue the attack?"
Turning around and walking out of the wounded barracks, the smell inside was really unbearable. On the way back to the Chinese military tent, Lu Jia remained silent, and the people following him were also silent. The atmosphere was depressing and tense. (To be continued)