Dokana is going crazy, he hasn't seen the gold juice, in the early years with the Khan King to attack the Ula tribe, their Beleb Zhantai had learned from the Ming army to defend the city on the walled wall and boiled the gold juice, so that many Jianzhou soldiers were scalded to death by the hot gold juice, but when did he call this filth close?

However, now he is not only splashed with feces all over his body, but also splashed a lot of right ears and eyes, and there is also a small pile of yellowish things on his nose, which makes Dokana, who does not feel dirty even if he does not take a bath for half a year, feels a little worse than dead

Damn the Ming army, they... They...

Dokana didn't know how to vent his anger and anger, and the tragic situation around him made him clearly realize that if he didn't leave, he would become a member of the corpse pile.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

Dokana pulled out his saber in the dirt and ran backwards in disarray.

The ground was full of corpses of men and horses, and there were pools of blood everywhere, and there was even the smelly dung water, slippery and rotten, even if Goshha helped him, he still fell in embarrassment, and after getting up in the smell of blood, he didn't even need his hat.

"Yinda Huqi, don't go quickly!"

Looking at the corner of the corner, he saw Jiala's forehead Zhenyin Dahuqi standing there straight, as if he was frightened by the explosion just now, Duokana was anxious, and struggled to go around the ditch under his feet to pull Yin Dahuqi to go together.

In the pit, there were twenty or thirty corpses of soldiers, countless with severed hands and limbs, and seven or eight soldiers with bloody faces were crawling up with difficulty.

Seeing someone up there, the soldiers immediately cried for help.

"Pull them up!"

Instead of abandoning these valiant Jurchen sons, Dokana sent Goshha and the rest of the assembled soldiers down to save the people, and went straight to Indahuqi.

"Yinda Huqi, what are you looking at, if you don't leave, the people of the Ming Kingdom will come over! It doesn't matter if we lose this battle, we still have a chance! ”

Duokana thought that Yinda Huqi was unwilling to fail, this old guy was very tough, even the king of Khan said that he was the old iron donkey of the Eight Banners, no matter how fierce the enemy was, he was always the first to rush, even if he retreated, he was the last to retreat.

Even the Khan King can't pull it up, and it's the same now, but what if you don't leave, the second Jiala was blown up by the Ming army, and it is impossible to attack again.

Now they can only gather the remnants and retreat!

But Inda Huqi seemed to be deaf and ignored Dokana.

"Old fellow, do you want Ming Junsheng to capture you!"

Dokana was in a hurry, stepped forward and pulled Yindahuqi violently, to his surprise, the other party's body shook for a while, and then fell straight backwards.

"Yinda Huqi!"

Dokana was struck by lightning, and the face of Yindahuqi, who was lying quietly in his sight, had long since lost his life.

"Dead, dead..."

Dokana muttered to himself, from the moment he followed the Khan King to raise his army with thirteen iron armors, he never thought that this guy would be ahead of him.

Scenes from his childhood kept coming to his mind, the barbecue by the Songhua River, the duck by the Yalu River, the yellow sheep on the bank of the Onen River...

For more than 30 years, he and Indahuqi have always fought side by side, and now, he is the only one left.

After a long time, Duokana squatted down, closed Yinda Huqi's unwilling eyes, and whispered: "Old fellow, I'll take you home." With great difficulty, he picked up the body of Indahuqi and walked back step by step.

The remnants of the Jin soldiers of the second Jiala saw this scene, the banner owners in the distance also saw it, and the Ming army in the rear also saw it.

Xiao Bozhi didn't recognize who the Jiannu general who was holding the corpse of his companion was, but the other party's behavior made him admire, even if the other party was the yellow pigtail he hated.

The Ming army did not pursue, because at this moment they were also enduring the most unpleasant smell in the world.

You know, they're downwind, and the smell of blood mixed with feces and water is more disgusting than rotten eggs, so...

Seeing that the soldiers either covered their noses with their hands, or tore off strips of cloth and tied them directly to their noses, Xiao Bozhi twitched his nose, Rao was trying his best to maintain the image of the future governor in front of the soldiers, and he also knew that the gold juice smelled bad, but he still couldn't help but turn around with lightning speed, and then took a deep breath.

This bite almost ended the seven hatreds.

The stomach was like a river and a sea, choking Xiao Bozhi enough, and then turned around, and had already scolded the eight generations of the hundred ancestors who were responsible for burying the medicine.

"Lai San, you did a good job!"

Yang Huan was even more annoyed, when the explosion occurred, he was lying on the wooden fence to observe Jin Jun, but unfortunately, a bubble of something flew above his head, and then was split in two by the wooden fence. One part was glued to the wood, and the other part was right in his chest.

This made Yang Huan, who has a habit of cleanliness, want to blow up his head.

"Who told you to get this big... Golden juice! ”

Yang Huan looked angrily at Lai San, who was being touted by his subordinates for the position of 100 households in the Phi Dao Special Operations Section.

This person is a great hero, but he is also a big bad person.

"I..."

Lai San is an official of 100 households, and the other party is also a 100 household, but he is wearing a flying fish suit, and he is a person next to Father-in-law Wei.

"What are you doing with these things, can you still smell it!"

Yang Huan was really angry, and he was going to take someone to clean up the loot, but now it's good, there is foul-smelling fecal water everywhere, and he can't take it if he wants to.

"Lord Yang is angry, I also did what my father-in-law ordered." It is necessary for Lai San to explain.

"What? When did my father-in-law tell you to do this, why don't I know? Yang Huan didn't believe it.

Lai San laughed: "That's the case, Lord Yang doesn't know, but Gonggong Wei said in the anthology that we must not only effectively kill and injure the enemy, but also consume the enemy's materials in a targeted manner, such as money, food, medicine, etc... The less war materials the enemy has, the greater the chances of victory for our troops. The fourth chapter of the third volume of the official document collection says that there are three lights..."

Lai San explained, and Yang Huan, who listened to it, was stunned for a moment, when did Gonggong Wei publish an anthology?

"That's right!"

Xiao Bozhi, who listened to most of it, nodded at Lai San, Yang Huan may not have understood, but he did.

Under normal circumstances, most of the wounded soldiers on the battlefield are flesh wounds, not to mention those who have broken hands and feet, those who have been shot by knives and arrows, even if they are hit by guns, as long as they are not critical, or have lost too much blood, can generally be cured. And once these wounded soldiers are healed, they will become combat experience and become the pillars of the army, that is, veterans.

At present, among the military towns of the Ming Dynasty, which of those who act as elites is not scarred, but which one is not full of experience on the battlefield, and one is ten.

Therefore, destroying the enemy is not just as simple as killing and wounding the enemy army, but also depleting their war materials. For example, Lai San's use of blasting to splash dung water into Jin Bing's wounds is a very effective method.

The fecal juice is very poisonous, and once the fecal water seeps into the wound, eighty percent of the wounded soldiers cannot be saved. And these wounded soldiers will not be able to die for a while, and it is impossible for Jiannu not to save them after they go back, so it is a waste of their small medical supplies.

In the end, the medicinal materials were used up, but people could not be saved, which was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the morale of Jiannu's army, and even more a blow to their finances.

If this is the case again and again, Jiannu still dares to start a war easily, and how many soldiers can withstand attrition.