Everyone has a process of growth, and it is this process that Abai lacks.

Suddenly from having no real power, Mel Zhangjing jumped to holding heavy power and taking charge of the white flag Gushan Ezhen, and when encountering unexpected situations, Abai's lack of tempering led to the continuous shortcomings of the matter were revealed.

At this time, what he needs is a guide, or a backbone who can strengthen his beliefs and let him know what he must do.

Dokana played this role, and instead of being crushed by yesterday's defeat, he was even more motivated.

Because, he wants to avenge the dead Jurchen son, he wants his old comrade-in-arms Yin Dahuqi to die without regrets, and he wants to save face and the honor he is losing for the white flag!

He even wants to let those guys who are afraid of the Ming like a tiger know that the children of the Eight Banners can defeat the people of the Ming Kingdom!

"Is it that in the future, when we see the Ming army, we will take a detour, and before they draw their swords, we will kneel down and beg them to spare their lives!"

Zomere's sneering and angry questioning made the generals blush, even though they still thought in their hearts that the strength of the Ming army was not something they could challenge, and the sacrifices they had to pay were also unbearable, but under the pressing gaze of Dokana, they still chose to remain silent.

No one wants to be a coward to be ridiculed.

"Third elder brother, if we have to abandon even the wounded soldiers, who will dare to fight with the enemy in the future!"

"Regardless of whether the Ming army has tricks or not, we will also save our son!"

"Third elder brother, don't give up, don't give up!"

“......”

Dokana strengthened Abai's hesitation and silenced all voices of doubt and rebuttal.

..........

The Ming army did not lie, they really allowed the white flag to treat their wounded and carry back their dead soldiers.

At first, Abai also asked Longgu Da to lead troops to monitor the Ming army, and the Jin soldiers who went to treat the wounded were also very careful, but soon the Jin soldiers relaxed their tense nerves.

The Ming army not only allowed the Jin soldiers to move, but even handed over more than a dozen stretchers made of wooden planks from behind the wooden fence, so that the Jin soldiers could carry the wounded soldiers away faster.

This move made the Jin soldiers present at a loss, and also confused those generals with white flags.

"Is the Ming army courting us?" Du Anchao wasn't sure if this was the case, so he asked Melle Zhangjing Longguda beside him.

Long Guda touched his bare head and muttered, "The Han people are definitely not well-intentioned." ”

Du Anchao shook his head, the Han people were no longer at ease, and the facts were all in front of him.

No matter what they thought above, the Jin soldiers who saved people were still very grateful to the Ming army for helping them.

The wounded soldiers of the Jin Army who were carried on stretchers looked at the Ming Army with complicated eyes.

In good conscience, they were given their lives by the Ming army.

With the help of the Ming army, the efficiency of the Jin soldiers has increased a lot.

One after another, more than 200 wounded soldiers were rescued, and more than 300 corpses were carried away.

The further back on, the more difficult it became for the Jin army to search and rescue, because many of the corpses were trapped in the deep pits created by the explosion of the Ming army.

The shattered corpses were even more difficult to piece together, and they had to be picked up and thrown into the car.

.......

Even if the Ming army was consistent with its words and deeds and released full goodwill, the Jin army did not dare to send additional people to rescue, which made the Jin soldiers who were responsible for saving people miserable.

After half a day, Dorney was exhausted, and the stumps of men and horses around him and the internal organs that he stepped on from time to time gave the young golden soldier a new understanding of war.

Prior to this, he had only followed the ox to the old forest to catch the savages, and those savages who didn't even have iron tools didn't even have the ability to resist.

It's so miserable, it's so cruel......

"Uncle Tucker, these people's Ama and Eniang must be very sad to know that their son is dead."

Known to Dorni as Uncle Tucker was the Twelfth Niu Lu's Strongman, an officer equivalent to the Ming Army's Small Banner.

However, the people of Twelve Niu Lu were the original captives of the Huifa Department, not Lao Jianzhou, so their equipment was very poor, there were no horses, and they were mostly responsible for pushing shield carts, erecting ladders, and cleaning the battlefield with the Han Aha.

Like now, who will do it if you don't do it to save people and carry corpses? The old Jianzhou can't stand the smell.

Uncle Tucker wiped his hands with a cloth, sat down, and said in a muffled voice: "How can you be a soldier without dying, you should be glad that people don't look down on our Twelve Bulls, otherwise you will die." ”

Dorney was silent for a while, then looked up at Uncle Tucker: "Aren't we also from the Ming Kingdom, King Khan, he has been guarding Jianzhou for the Ming Kingdom, why did he suddenly fight with the Ming army?" ..... If there is no war, these people will be alive and well. That last sentence sounds very sad.

"Don't talk nonsense,"

Uncle Tucker glared at Dorney and wanted to reprimand him, but he didn't do so, but said softly, "Don't think about it, don't think about it, we can do whatever you want us to do..... I heard that the Khan's father and ancestors were killed by the Ming army, so the Ming Dynasty is our enemy. ”

Uncle Tucker didn't want Dorney to think nonsense, but he didn't want Dorney to pout: "So what's the matter with us?" We have no enmity with the Ming people. ”

Uncle Tucker was stunned for a moment: Yes, what kind of grudge do we have with the Ming Dynasty?

........

Twelve Niu Lu was tired for most of the day, and finally got the wounded soldiers and corpses back.

When the last group of Jin soldiers withdrew, cheers were heard in the Ming military camp, presumably because they could finally stop smelling the smell.

Abai ordered the body to be cremated on the spot, and it was almost May that the body could not be preserved.

The Jurchens did not pay attention to returning to their roots like the Han people, so no one objected to the decision of the banner owner.

When the body is cremated, there are shamans who accompany the army and dance around the fire, which makes the living feel a little calm.

It is easy for the dead to do, but it is difficult for the living.

There were not so many Langzhong in the army, and there were not enough medicinal materials, so they could only arrange for people to send the injured hundreds of people to Changdian first, and then send them back to Hetuala. Otherwise, many of these wounded soldiers would die because they could not be treated.

There were five or six hundred wounded soldiers from the two Khala, and the fact that so many wounded were sent to the capital would definitely make Hetuara panic, but Abai couldn't care about it.

The Ming army sent people again.

The Ming envoy who came this time was still the soldier who flew the white flag last time, and he conveyed General Xiao's meaning to Abai - the Ming army hoped that the Jin army would make way to return to the south.

"Our army will pull out the camp and return to Yizhou tomorrow, if your army refuses to give way, our army can only meet you with swords and spears and fight a bloody road!"

The soldiers of the Ming army who served as envoys were not afraid of Abai at all, and there was disdain in their eyes.

Although he was angry that even a small soldier of the Ming army dared to treat him with such contempt, Abai had no intention of killing this man. He's still a bit of a belly.

"What's your name?"

Abai looked at the Ming soldier who didn't take himself seriously with interest.

The other party was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment and said loudly: "My name is Shi Dayong, and I am from Changping in the Ming Dynasty!" ”