The specific losses of the infantry are still being counted by Yang Huan, but most of the numbers are similar to Wei Xuewen's estimates.

In the past two days, the Jin army has inflicted more casualties on the Ming army than in the Battle of Anping River.

The yellow-toothed braids seemed to have taken mad medicine to catch the Ming army, and they could change two or three groups of men and horses a day to attack the Ming army.

As a result, Xiao Bu has lost nearly 500 soldiers in just over 100 miles since he broke through on the banks of the Anping River. The soldiers who were wounded in the Battle of Anping River finally followed the troops out of the encirclement, but one by one they fell on the way home.

"So, there's less than seven hundred."

Xiao Bozhi shook his head and sighed, although he had long known that the road of retreat was not easy to take, but the large casualties still made the veteran who followed Yang Hao on the expedition to North Korea feel sad.

Fifteen hundred people came, and now there are less than seven hundred left, which is more than half of them, and this battle is too bad!

"General, our casualties are greater, but Jiannu's side is not having a good time."

Wei Xuewen has always called Xiao Bozhi "general", even if the governor that the other party asked for from his thirteenth uncle has not yet been implemented, the actual official position is only the Yizhou garrison of Wupin. Prior to this, it was only the establishment of the state of the six products.

The official title of garrison is far from being called a general, but Wei Xuewen still calls Xiao Bozhi like this, just because Uncle Thirteen values this person very much.

Even Uncle Thirteen said that he was far inferior to Xiao Bozhi, if God gave him another chance, he would not let Xiao Bozhi rob him of the reputation of the Seven Hatreds.

Uncle Thirteen sometimes speaks profoundly, making people confused and don't know what it means, but this does not affect Xuewen to treat Uncle Thirteen's words as a holy decree.

Moreover, he is also willing to call Xiao Bozhi like this, this bearded man does have two brushes when he fights, which is not comparable to those guys who come out of ordinary guards.

Not far away, a soldier with an arrow wound in the leg was struggling to climb onto the cart, and he did not ask the people around him to help, because they had to carry the wounded who could not move into the cart.

The corpses of the soldiers who died in the battle were carried together on several carts, and Xiao Bozhi ordered that the corpses of the dead soldiers should not be discarded, and he wanted to take them back, even if they were souls.

Most of the casualties of the Ming army were caused by the impact of the cavalry of the Jin army, except for those who were directly killed, trampled to death, and hacked to death, and the rest were mostly killed by the bows and arrows of the Jin soldiers, and there were not a few who were wounded. Arrow wounds are easy to treat, but those who break their legs and hands can only resign themselves to fate and do their best.

In Wei Xuewen's sight, a soldier about his age had his head drooping on the carriage, and his young face was no longer bloody.

Xiao Bozhi also saw the young soldier, and he was silent.

Dozens of fresh beings who were still in the queue and followed their footsteps towards the south half an hour ago, just lost their vitality and lay motionless in the car, no matter how used to seeing life and death, Xiao Bozhi's expression couldn't help but become solemn, and his chest felt uncomfortable as if he was blocked.

Seeing that the main general was in a low mood, Wei Xuewen hesitated on the side, but still spoke: "General, some brothers are afraid that they will not work, do you want to go over and have a look?" ”

"Let's give them a ride,"

Xiao Bozhi waved his hand, calmed down his low mood, and said in a deep voice: "After all, the brothers came out with Xiao someone, but Xiao can't take them back now, so why do you have to see them for the last time before leaving." ”

..........

The seriously wounded and dying soldiers were placed at the back of the line, Xiao Bozhi and Wei Xuewen went all the way, and the soldiers saluted.

In the field on both sides, there are Ming soldiers who are checking the corpses one by one to see if they can still breathe, and if they find themselves, they will immediately carry them out.

If it was found that it was yellow braids, it would have cut his neck without saying a word, regardless of whether he was dead or alive.

"Pick up everything that can be used, and take off the armor on the dead man, don't leave it for Jiannu!"

"Search carefully, if you have a bow or arrow, bring it over, and then you will need to use it later!"

“......”

Lai San was leading people to pick up the weapons and things that Jiannu had discarded, and when he saw Xiao Bozhi and Wei Gonggong's nephew Xuewen coming over, he hurriedly said hello.

Xiao Bozhi nodded at Lai San and motioned for him to be busy with himself.

Wei Xuewen knew Lai San, a native of his hometown, and he gave Lai San a look, meaning that General Xiao was not in a good mood now, so he asked Lai San not to talk much.

"General, they..."

It was Zhou Xiaoqi who was in charge of caring for the seriously injured and dying, and he had just wiped away his tears, because among these seriously wounded was his subordinate Shi Dayong.

"The surname is Shi, you can't talk and don't count, you said that you would go to Phi Island with me to marry my eldest sister... How can you talk and not count, I promised to marry my eldest sister to you, and I promised..."

Bayin, who was born in the Eight Banners Mongolian Army, was crying with this guy who always likes to take advantage of himself.

Shi Dayong was seriously injured, and he was slashed in the face by the knife of a yellow-toothed pigtail soldier while protecting Bayin.

The knife slashed so deep that it almost cut off half of Shi Dayong's face.

This kind of injury can't be saved even if the gods come.

Shi Dayong, who was semi-unconscious, may still be a little conscious, his fingers trembled slightly, and his mouth full of blood and open mouth seemed to want to open to say something, but he was powerless to make a sound after all.

"General!"

Bayin looked up at Xiao Bozhi who walked beside him, and couldn't stop sobbing.

Xiao Bozhi looked fixedly at Shi Dayong lying on the cart, he knew this person, and he was the one who went to Jinying not long ago.

He's a kind of man!

"Go all the way."

Xiao Bozhi leaned over and whispered in the ear of the brave soldier, he knew that the other party was dead.

On the side, Wei Xuewen suddenly rushed to the third carriage, staring at a seriously injured person above, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

That person, whom Wei Xuewen knew, was Fan Lao Er from the next village, and he was also the first batch of people who signed up to join the army when his thirteenth uncle returned to his hometown to recruit soldiers.

Fan's second family was very poor, and he married after he was over 30 years old, and his daughter-in-law gave birth to two sons at once. In order to support these two sons, Fan Lao Er had no way to join the army.

Because he is a soldier of Father-in-law Wei's hometown and the first imperial army to participate, although Fan Lao'er has not been promoted as well as those who are related to Father-in-law Wei, he has also raised the general flag.

When Wei Xuewen met him last time, Fan Lao Er also said that if he made some military achievements this time, he was afraid that he would be able to rise to 100 households, so he would ask for leave to go back and have a look.

Wei Xuewen also said at the time that if Fan Lao Er wanted to go back, he would help him bring something back, but he didn't expect that Fan Lao Er would never go back again, and he would never see his two sons again.

Fan Lao Er was seriously injured, his breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and he seemed to feel that someone was watching him, who had already closed his eyes.

He tried to open his eyes, but there was a blur in front of him.

In a trance, Fan Lao Er seemed to see his two sons bouncing around with a ractrum.

The shouts of "Daddy" are so crisp, so cute, and so joyful.

After exhaling his last breath, Fan Laoer's head drooped, so unwilling and so painful.

Wei Xuewen burst into tears.

He always thought that he was very strong and would never cry because of life and death, because when he was a soldier and fought a war, there were no immortals, and he would cry because of the death of someone he knew, so it was better to pack up his things and go back to his hometown to farm.

But this time, he was really in tears.

"Second Brother Fan, Second Brother Fan..."

Wei Xuewen knelt in front of Fan Lao Er, and kowtowed three times with a "knock knock".

He felt very guilty, if it weren't for Uncle Thirteen, Fan Lao Er might be working in the fields with his two sons in his arms now, and he wouldn't have died in Liaodong, thousands of miles away.

This is the old Wei family, I can't live with Fan Er!

The man's tears are not light.

Determined to serve the country on the battlefield, determined not to embarrass the old Wei family or the thirteenth uncle, no matter how big the ambition is, no matter how big the ambition is, it is not as impressive as the corpse of Fan Lao Er in front of him.

For the first time, he really felt the taste of death and the pain of war.

"Ugh!"

The long howl made the nearby soldiers invariably stop what they were doing and look at the place where the sound came from.

Wei Xuewen's actions made Xiao Bozhi unmoved, he is also a human being, a living person, he can't really ignore the lives of soldiers, ignore the death of soldiers.

But he is the commander-in-chief, and he is also responsible for the living subordinates.

"Those who can move, those who can't, follow Xiao Laozi! Xiao Laozi will take you home! ”