In such an environment, the subsequent fate of the Turks can be imagined.

Under the combined attack of the blizzard and the triangular spikes, all the Turkic tribes completely lost the ability to travel and plunder from afar.

They can only endure the cold, pain, and hunger, and return to their tribes to survive this winter.

Li Yan didn't know about these situations, he only knew that after this battle, the vitality of the Monan Grassland was greatly damaged.

He only needs to wait until the beginning of spring, and he can lead the soldiers of Fengzhou to sweep the entire Monan grassland, expanding a large territory for the Tang Dynasty.

……

Half a day after the end of the battle, Li Yan had already washed his blood, and at this moment he was reading the battle damage and results data counted by Zhang Dazhu and others.

"More than 16,000 Turks were killed, more than 500 elite battalions were killed, more than 300 were disabled, and 47 ...... were killed in the Jiazi battalion."

Li Yan's mood is not good, although he can't be called a soldier like a son, but after all, these fallen soldiers were trained by Li Yan himself.

After all, there are still feelings.

"Zhang Dazhu, count me the list of fallen soldiers, and I will repay them to the imperial court."

After pondering for a moment, Li Yan could only choose to do his best to help them last time.

Almost all of the dead came from elite battalions, and almost all of them had the merit of killing the enemy.

Few elite battalions have fewer than three soldiers!

If the conversion is successful, almost everyone has a half-turn, which is enough to be a team leader or even a team leader.

It is precisely because of these military exploits that Li Yan was able to win a reward or bereavement for the dead.

You know, in this day and age, military service is only a compulsion, and even if you die in battle, there will be no compensation.

Li Yan can ask for credit for the dead one by one, which is already the limit.

In this way, Li Yan sat in his general's camp for two hours in a row and wrote the names of the fallen soldiers and the merits of the statistics.

"What about you General Li? Is he alright? I'm going to see him! ”

Outside the camp, Cheng Yanjin's voice suddenly came in, and he was still relieved of Li Yan after the battle, after all, the scene of Li Yan's bloodstains before was too scary.

Cheng Yanjin entered the general camp after asking for instructions and getting permission.

As soon as he entered the barracks, Cheng Yanjin saw a thick plate of letters on Li Yan's desk.

The letter was written in detail with the names, places of origin, and merits of the fallen soldiers.

"Nephew, you are ......"

Cheng Yanjin was stunned, since he joined the army, he has never seen any general personally ask for credit for those soldiers who died!

Under normal circumstances, if there are too many people killed after a big battle, it is easy to return some uncountable kills.

According to the normal thinking in the army, most of these credits will be divided or directly credited to the main general.

Who cares about the dead? Unless those who died in the army had close friends and brothers, military exploits were rarely recorded in the dead.

"There are not many things that can be done for generals, although I am not the kind of person who loves soldiers like children, but for the soldiers who died in battle, let the court give their relatives a reward, or I should be on the bottom."

Li Yan has been writing until now, although he is not very tired from his physique, but his spirit is already very tired, after all, he has just experienced a big war today.

"This ......"

Cheng Yanjin originally wanted to say something, but after all, he was silent.

Cheng Yanjin didn't dare to guarantee that he hadn't inadvertently received the credit of these dead people, and no one in the entire court dared to guarantee it.

There has never been a general who has ever said that he does not love soldiers like a son like Li Yan, but he does his best to consider the family of every deceased.

"Datang will remember them."

Cheng Biting Jin held back for a long time, and finally only held back a sentence that he didn't believe.

Will Datang remember them?

Obviously not, except for the living relatives of those who died, no one will remember them at all, including Cheng Yanjin, and he himself can't remember the victims under his command.

"Datang won't remember them, but the credit can't be missing from them."

Li Yan didn't even think about what he said, and subconsciously scolded Cheng Jin.

Li Yan never expected himself to change this era, and the reason why he was busy until now was just that he wanted to do something for the dead.

After all, they are the heroic spirits of the Tang Dynasty and deserve to be treated well.

"I, Lao Cheng, am also going to write a letter to Your Majesty!"

Perhaps moved by Li Yan's behavior, Cheng Yanjin suddenly became enthusiastic, and at the same time felt ashamed of his inaction over the years.

Now Cheng Yanjin just wants to quickly write a letter to Li Shimin and talk about it to soothe the guilt in his heart.

“……”

Li Yan looked at Cheng Yanjin, who was suddenly enthusiastic, and didn't know what to say for a while, he really wanted to ask Cheng Yanjin why he went earlier.

Li Yan didn't say this sentence in the end, since Cheng Yanjin wanted to write it, then let him go, anyway, with such a letter from a state-level bigwig, the court should pay more attention to it.

In this way, Li Yan wrote more than 80 pages of content overnight, in which he summarized the battle of Fengzhou this time, and also stated his planned spring expedition.

At the end of the text, there are more than 70 pages of lists of fallen soldiers, merits, and the rewards that Li Yan applied for for everyone.

The next day, Li Yan and Cheng Yanjin's letters were sent by hand.

A messenger procession of dozens of people, dressed in thick cotton clothes, equipped with spare furs, and carrying sufficient food, set off from Toyosu.

Obviously, it is not easy to send a letter to the imperial court in the face of heavy snow and bitter cold.

But their destination is, after all, south-facing, and as long as they survive the cold and snow in the far north, the rest of the journey will be much smoother.

They were well prepared, and it took them more than ten days to arrive in Chang'an, which took more than four times as much time as usual.

……

In Chang'an City, a somewhat embarrassed messenger delivery team came to the front of the imperial city.

A few minutes later, the old eunuch Wang De walked out of the Xuanwu Gate and ordered them to enter the court.

At this moment, Li Shimin is routinely going to the court, because the group of people who commit trouble in the court and Wei Zheng, who is impeached on a daily basis, have been temporarily "allocated" by Li Shimin, and the current court is too stable, and almost every time he goes through the motions to go down to the court to rest.

It's just that today's court meeting is obviously different, everyone learned the news that someone in Fengzhou sent a battle report, and the atmosphere in the court was a little tense for a while.

"Xuanfeng Prefecture messenger soldiers, let's go to the palace."

The corners of Li Shimin's mouth smiled slightly.

Although he hadn't read the battle report yet, he had already asked Wang De to probably inquire.

Heavy snow in the north, plundering by the Turks, war in Toyosu, and the end result is that Toyosu wins!

Li Shimin was in a good mood, after all, the matter of sending reinforcements to the north this time was decided by himself.

He now feels that he is simply a wise group, and others may not know, but Li Shimin himself knows that Li Yan, the current guard of Fengzhou, is his own son!