To a certain extent, Li Shimin's ability to win against the Turks had a great element of luck.

If it weren't for Jieli stupidity.

If it weren't for Xue Yantuo's rebellion against the Turks.

Datang is afraid that it will have to wait for decades to make the northern border stable.

But even so, this battle is not so easy to fight.

Because the Tang Dynasty sent troops too quickly, Jieli had not yet had time to prepare, and many places had not yet had time to send heavy troops.

Therefore, Datang has an advantage in the early stage.

Especially in the Battle of Dingxiang, Li Jing only led 3,000 men and horses to break through and occupy Xiangcheng.

This battle frightened Jieli so much that he retreated 500 miles overnight, and only when he reached the mouth of the moraine did he dare to set up a tent to reorganize his troops and horses.

He originally thought that Li Jing would lead 3,000 soldiers and horses and dare to go deep alone, and there must be a main force following.

That's why I ran away in a hurry.

Who knew that when he arrived at the place, he knew that Li Jing had only 3,000 soldiers and horses, and there was no more.

This time, it can be very angry.

Troops were sent on the spot to prepare to annihilate all these 3,000 people on the northern desert grassland.

It is not wrong for Li Jing to enter with 3,000 soldiers and horses, and it is not wrong that there is no army behind.

But he couldn't stand the back, and Li Tao chased fast.

After Li Jing led the army to occupy Xiangcheng and Jieli escaped, Li Tao expected Jieli's dynamics.

also knew that he would definitely be annoyed and angry about this, and reacted quickly to try to wipe out Li Jing.

Therefore, on that day, Li Tao did not enter the city, but directly led 20,000 soldiers to Baidao.

set up an ambush in Baidao, just waiting for Jieli to enter the trap himself.

Sure enough, just two days later, Jieli's men arrived.

The result was obvious, and he was beaten by Li Tao by the collar.

These Turkic people who were beaten straight back into the depths of the desert with blue noses and swollen faces.

Although the two victories are inspiring, the losses on the part of Datang are not small.

If you know history, you know how terrible it is to fight against the Northern Desert Turks.

Sui Turks are located in a bitter cold land.

But the Turks grew on horseback.

Even children of a few years old in the clan can ride horses and shoot arrows.

Because these are their survival instincts.

It can almost be said that the Turks are all brave and good at fighting.

When it comes to fighting, all the people are soldiers.

After the two battles, the Datang side suffered a total of more than 6,000 casualties.

Among them, more than 2,000 were killed in battle, and more than 700 were seriously wounded.

Of the more than 3,000 people who were slightly wounded, only more than 700 were able to continue fighting with the army.

The rest will all be transported back to Yanmen Pass in batches by the brothers on the logistics supply line for treatment.

……

It also started on this day.

Li Chengqian's days of chic freedom have also come to an end.

On the first day, the logistical supply lines returned the seriously wounded.

Because of backward medical conditions, wound infections and other problems.

Less than 30 percent of the seriously injured who arrived at Yanmen Pass alive.

Moreover, even among these three percent, many of them will not survive.

For this situation, the people next to him can only watch.

How uncomfortable it tastes is only clear to the parties themselves.

Among the seriously injured, some were stabbed at the least, and the most were missing arms and legs.

Even if you don't fight on the battlefield, you can feel the tragedy on the battlefield.

Those wails, those cries of pain, piercing the heartstrings.

Originally, Li Chengqian thought that he had Bian Que's medical skills and could allow more people to survive.

But he still had to watch many people die in front of his eyes.

While bandaging a wounded soldier with a broken arm.

Li Chengqian's eyes couldn't help but redden.

The ten fingers are still connected to the heart, and the broken arm hurts......

But this wounded soldier kept looking at Li Chengqian and never wailed.

Li Chengqian glanced at him and suddenly felt familiar.

It seems that I have seen him somewhere.

After a long time, Li Chengqian suddenly remembered.

When attacking Liang Shidu, I saw him in the camp of wounded soldiers.

Li Chengqian glanced at him: "You kid is too finished, why are you injured again?" ”

Last time, when attacking Liang Shidu, this sixteen or seventeen-year-old guy killed a Turkic cavalryman.

After being stabbed twice, it was still Li Chengqian's wound that he stitched up for him.

He also remembered that the time this guy was poured on the wound with strong liquor, and he was as silent as he is now.

Seeing Li Chengqian talking to himself, the wounded soldier grinned: "Your Highness, you still remember me." ”

"Of course I do."

Li Chengqian helped him treat his wounds and said, "How about it, how many Turkic cavalry did you kill this time?" ”

"Kill two."

The wounded soldier showed off his face: "This arm of mine was lost when I fought with the Turkic barbarians." ”

Hearing him say this about his arm, it was like a joke, and Li Chengqian's tears almost fell.

Li Chengqian's voice almost trembled: "Does it hurt?" ”

"Huh?"

He didn't hear clearly.

"Does it hurt to break your arm?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"All of a sudden, it was gone."

He said: "I have always remembered His Highness's words, we are all here to keep Datang safe." ”

"My life is all from Datang, what is a broken arm, when I am injured, I can still go to the battlefield."

The young wounded soldier spoke with ease.

As if it had nothing to do with him.

But his words directly pierced Li Chengqian's heart.

Sixteen or seventeen years old, in later life, it was the age of junior high school.

But this guy is already on the battlefield.

So far, the heads of three Turkic barbarians have been cut off.

What a glorious achievement.

Li Chengqian pursed his lips, helped him bandage the wound, and patted his body.

"The battlefield is something you don't want to go."

"When you're healed, how about coming to my Qianzi camp?"

This ability, Li Chengqian's affirmation of him.

Who knows, but he doesn't appreciate it.

He looked up at Li Chengqian.

"Your Highness, I'm afraid this won't work."

"I don't want to go to the Dry Word Camp."

"Why?"

Li Chengqian was puzzled: "Isn't it good to be my personal soldier?" ”

"It's because I'm His Highness's personal soldier that I can't go."

The young wounded soldier looked at his severed arm, and his smile became a little bitter.

"I only have one arm left, and I am not qualified to be His Highness's personal soldier......"

"I said enough is enough."

Li Chengqian rarely took a tough line.

"After the injury is healed, I will go back to pack my things and report to my dry word camp."

After speaking, Li Chengqian didn't care what his expression was, and walked outside.

The wounded soldier looked straight at Li Chengqian's back, biting his lip tightly to prevent himself from crying.

The night was destined to be difficult.

Li Chengqian also expected it a long time ago.

But he didn't expect it to be so bad.

Listening to those wails, listening to those wails, he didn't have the heart to sleep at all.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Li Chengqian asked Cheng Huailiang to take the Yueqin.

"Come to a bowl of mutton steamed buns, climb the bridge of the Naqu River, and find the story in the alley......"

"I have been singing songs for a long time, you are swaying in the sea of people, some people cry and some laugh......"

"I can't forget, I can't forget, how much is the past of Chang'an City, who is singing the rattle, and the time in the capital is ......"

"Shangjing, don't forget that there was a night breeze in the summer night of the city......"

"Shangjing, I sang once, when will I be able to return to your dreams......"

The moon qin is played slowly, and the sound of the piano is melodious.

Li Chengqian's immature children's voice slowly sang a folk tune.

The wounded soldiers around him listened to it with fascination.

What ordinary people love most is their family, their relatives, and their lovers.

And what they love most is the land under their feet.

The feelings in the hearts of the Tang soldiers are nothing more than four words.

"Fight for Beijing!"