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The Turks are gone and the war is over. After only three days of repair, Yunhao took Zuo Wuwei back to Bingzhou City. In order to pack lightly when leaving, except for the gunpowder and oil trebuchets, all the remaining baggage was left in Bingzhou City. Without Li Er's help, Zuo Wuwei would have had problems eating.
When we came, we were full of vigor and vigor, but when we returned, we were staggering and the camp was full of wounded soldiers. The wounded barracks in this era were terrifying, and the army did not bring much alcohol at all. Fortunately it is winter, so the chance of infection is relatively low. If it were midsummer, the casualties of the wounded soldiers must be an outrageous figure.
Yunhao had no choice but to take the wounded soldiers to Bingzhou. As long as they arrive in Bingzhou, they will have primary treatment. Many people's hands and feet may be saved, and many people's lives may be saved.
Along the way south, God also presented more problems. The snow turned to rain as it fell, and the ground became muddy for a while. After a while, it was as cold as stone, and the dirt road that had been in disrepair for many years was full of potholes. This is not a problem in the cold winter, when the ground is frozen solid. But when the warm wind blows, he will die, and when the warm wind blows, the ground will melt away.
When you step on it with your boots, it will make a "gurgling" and "gurgling" sound. The mud at this time is very viscous. Sometimes the boots can even be pulled off the feet.
Many people have long since lost their leggings and clean linen. The only option was to boil the leggings in a large pot and use them as bandages for the wounded. At this time, he didn't care about cleanliness. Boiling it in hot water was the only way Yunhao could think of to disinfect it.
Every day when we camped, we could hear the painful wails and groans in the wounded barracks. Every morning while marching, there were always people who could no longer move. There was no farewell to the body, no memorial service. I just found a pile of wood, lit it, and threw the body in. Don't worry about the wood not burning. In fact, corpse oil is the best combustion accelerant.
Every morning there is a bonfire burning corpses, and everyone is numb looking at the bonfire. There were too many corpses and it was impossible to burn them one by one. The soldiers would light a bonfire, and when one corpse burned out the oil, they would throw the other one in. This ensures that the person is burned thoroughly and the finest ashes are left behind.
When the fire stops, someone will emerge from the pile of ashes. Use a shovel to poke some out and put them into the urn. Too many people died, more than 6,000 people died in Shuofang. The urns brought with the army have long been used up.
Without urns, things like pots and bottles became in demand. In the end, the helpless cook contributed all the pickle jars, but there was still no place to put the ashes.
In the end, there was no choice but to put the ashes of the dead soldiers in sacks. Anyway, we are all Pao Ze, and if we die together on the battlefield, there will be no distinction between you and me. When they arrive in Bingzhou, they will have a brand new urn. But before that, all they had were sacks.
Zhang Xiaosan¡¯s arms were put into Li Xiaosi¡¯s legs, and Wang Laowu¡¯s head was put into Hu Laoliu¡¯s crotch. Some people's urns even contain parts that have nothing to do with them.
Yunhao was nestled in his carriage, afraid of light, water and sound. Like a rabies patient, such a tragic sacrifice. Yunhao's heart felt like it was being fried in hot oil, and every day was a struggle for him. He didn't dare to go out because he was afraid of seeing the depressed eyes of the soldiers. Afraid of hearing the miserable howl every night, he even dared not breathe. Because the air is filled with the smell of barbecue.
Xiong Kuohai sat on Yunhao's car with his arms hanging and saying nothing. Not even a glance at the piles of burning corpses. There are no immortals in a war, and living to survive is not necessarily better than dying. It's as long as it is horizontally and vertically, which is like a mirror in every Killer's mind.
Actually, Yunhao didn¡¯t know that the soldiers were not depressed. On the contrary, their eyes were more filled with joy and hope, and they suffered more than 80% damage in the first battle. But the Turks also left corpses everywhere, not counting those killed by Li Er's men. Even counting the Turkic heads in Shuofang City, there are more than 10,000. There are still many buried in the ruins of the fallen city wall.
The Tang Dynasty established a country based on military merit and granted titles. If you want to live comfortably, you must have military merit. Sometimes, military merit can even bear the blame. For killing so many Turks this time, the reward from the imperial court will definitely not be enough. Everyone has calculated how much they will bring in for their family this time. For many years, the family did not have to do corvee work or pay taxes. Thinking that the output of the field will be their own, those injured guys can even laugh out loud.
There are even some guys who have reached the ninth rank of honors and even fantasize about what kind of errands they can do. Not everyone has the opportunity to eat royal food. Lieutenant Zhe Chong didn't dare to think about it, but it shouldn't be difficult to become a catcher in the yamen, or even a superintendent. As for the guys who were originally captains, they even dreamed of being promoted and making a fortune. this oneWith such a great contribution for the first time, I am afraid that many people will be able to touch the threshold of the general. This is a carp jumping over the dragon's gate, a major event that affects future generations.
The most excited people are Qiu Shili and Sheng Yanshi. This time the two of them have outstanding military exploits, and as they are already generals, they may be able to get a title. I don't dare think about it, but it shouldn't be a problem to grant a title such as township son or county son. Being an official is not considered a great honor, only having a title is the real nobility. Although it is the lowest level, it is not a noble one.
The titles of Viscount and Baron are in Chang'an. There are more bastards in the Weishui River than them, but in the remote hometown of Longyou, there is definitely something to eat. Even the county magistrate must bow respectfully when he sees a noble family head. When people live this life, they live with a face.
As for those who have died, it is enough to commemorate them and express their condolences. However, many people secretly found the marching clerk and secretly moved their heads to the deceased Pao Ze. Let these dead people also enjoy some military glory. Not only does it sound good when you get home, but the government pension will be more. At least, this family will no longer have to do corvee labor within ten years.
Sima Quan of Wuli should not see what happens between the robes in the army. As long as there is no pretense of military merit, they will not care. There is a camaraderie among people who fight to kill people. This kind of camaraderie in the military needs to be encouraged and preserved rather than attacked and stifled.
The patter of spring rain finally began to fall, and many soldiers who had suffered from cold began to have fever. The situation of the wounded soldiers was particularly worrying. Bingzhou City was more than twenty miles ahead. But many people just didn't make it through this final stretch. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com