In Gwangjong City, the 1st Infantry Brigade and the 2nd Infantry Brigade of the Red Turban Army were responsible for the guard, and the 3rd Infantry Brigade had to do some things to clean up the battlefield because of the heavy casualties.

Ma Heng's 3rd Infantry Brigade was very capable of fighting, but their casualties were too great. A brigade is now capable of fighting less than a thousand people. That is, three infantry regiments they knocked out two at once. The situation of the cavalry team was not good, the light cavalry was killed more than 300 people, and if the battle continued, all the light cavalry would be lost.

"Are the casualties counted?" Shang Wu asked when he saw Jia Xu coming.

"It's out. More than 1,200 people were killed in battle, more than 1,200 were wounded in our army, and many officers and soldiers were wounded. More than 3,000 people have been properly treated, and as for the mistreatment of prisoners of war, the gendarmerie has begun to investigate. Jia Xu said.

"Well, this thing is well done, although they are officers and soldiers, but if they are injured, they are wounded, and the doctor should treat them." Shang Wu said. War is inherently cruel. After the end of the war, the casualties will continue, because many wounded people have lost their lives because of the lack of timely treatment, and the probability of surviving is very low, and it is good that one out of ten people can survive.

"However, many people have complained about this, and we have not been prepared enough, so whether we can figure it out depends on our own approach." Jia Xu said.

"Leave it to fate, and that's all it can be now." Shang Wu said.

"How many Yellow Turban troops are there in Guangzong?" Shangwu asked.

"About 60,000 people, and some wounded, the situation is not bad, they can control it, the troops are rapidly retreating to the guerrilla area, where it is safe, Zhang Qing's arsenal sent twenty ** in time, and some hands **, we arranged some ** areas along the perimeter of the Huangfu Song official army camp. Hopefully, they won't rush out. Jia Xu said. If Huangfu Song suddenly kills at this time, Shangwu can only stand hard. But he can't guarantee that the Red Turban Army can withstand it, because the Red Turban Army at this time has suffered quite a lot of losses, not only that, but their weapon consumption is also very terrible, and they can only be fired once. And it is also necessary to reduce the launch by half, and the rocket has been completely used up. The number of packs has also been reduced to a minimum, barely sustaining a minimal fight. Cavalry losses were also relatively large, with the exception of heavy cavalry. This is the situation on the battlefield as a whole, all of which are moving towards an unfavorable situation.

"Clean up the battlefield as soon as possible, evacuate here, don't give us much time, two days at most, and after two days, we must evacuate here." Shang Wu said.

"Hmm. However, the education of the Yellow Turban Army must still be carried out, after all, Zhang Bao still exists, and some Yellow Turban soldiers decided to vote for Zhang Bao. Jia Xu said.

"We don't care about these things. Staying will only become a scourge, and we should not do such a thing. Shang Wu said. The twisted melon is not sweet, since there are some diehards, then it is not easy for Shangwu to say anything. If they want to go, they can go, and Shangwu can't say anything.

"Huangfu Song's official army is being gathered. It is said that their strength was reduced to about 40,000 at once, and at most 50,000, and their losses in this battle were not small. Jia Xu said.

"Hmm." Shang Wu nodded. Huangfu Song's officers and troops still have combat effectiveness, at least they played the power that the ancient battle formation should have, and their casualties were mainly concentrated in the concentrated attack of the first weapon. If it weren't for the ** weapon, maybe Huangfu Song would have resisted it for a long time, and in that case, the situation of his Red Turban Army might become very bad.

"Huangfu Song shouldn't have any plans to attack in time, right?" Shangwu asked.

"I think it's better to be careful." Jia Xu said. Shang Wu nodded in agreement. The losses of the 2nd Infantry Brigade were not very large, and Shangwu put all the heavy cavalry and the 2nd Infantry Brigade on guard in that position. The intent is obvious.

The battlefield is still being cleaned. The remains of the soldiers were well contained.

"This has a live one. Come on. Aunt Li shouted loudly. She is from Xiaoyang Village, and her husband was arrested by the Yellow Turban Army. I survived hiding in the cellar, and the two children didn't know where they went, and there was only one old lady at home. She is a hard-working woman, and if it weren't for the timely arrival of the Red Turban Army, she might not have survived on her own. The Red Turban Army came to the village, brought food to her family, and divided the land, seeing that good days were coming. But she was alone. For the sake of the old lady, she can only survive hard.

"Come on. There are alive. Aunt Li shouted loudly. At this time, the militia and those people rushed over, because among them, there were their relatives on the battlefield, and if they met their relatives, they might be able to save them.

"It's the official army." One of the people who ran over first shook his head when he saw the other party wearing the military uniform of the official army. They are disgusted with the officials and soldiers, although there are good people among them, but they are not good people who rob the things of their common people, and many villages have been harmed by the country, and they do not have much good opinion of these officers and soldiers.

"It's the official army, I thought it was the Red Turban Army." The militia came over and looked at it. They are very enthusiastic about the Red Turban Army, and for the officers and soldiers, they feel that they are very cold, because it is very simple, they are human beings, and they also know the warmth and coldness, and they all know who is good to them.

"Help him, sir. These people are also forced, and they are all the same hard-working people as us. "Aunt Li has a good heart. Because she also hopes that if her husband encounters such a situation on the battlefield, someone can save him, or his son is the same, she knows that good deeds are rewarded.

"Forget it. That's what the chief said. Let's save him. A couple of militiamen pulled the officer out of the pile of dead men and checked around, and there was no one left. A paramedic came in time to do a simple disinfection to stop the bleeding, and they carried a large water bladder with a certain amount of salt on their backs, first cleaned the wound, and then simply bandaged it, so that they could be sent to the rear field hospital. It was a place where the wounded were concentrated.

"Water, water, I want to drink water." The wounded soldier said.

"Damn, do you still want to drink water, do you want to drink urine?" A folk man said dissatisfiedly. His younger brother was killed on the battlefield. He died very badly. The whole stomach is empty. The intestines flowed all over the place. The people naturally hated the officials and the army very much.

"They're miserable, too, so give him some water, just like us." Aunt Li said. The man reluctantly handed his water bladder to Aunt Li.

"Sister Li, I see you, you are so kind-hearted." The people said that they knew this kind and hard-working woman. They knew his story, and that family didn't all have that story.

"They are all hard-working people, and it's not easy for them to be soldiers, didn't the commander say it? They are all human beings, and they also have their own helplessness, and we are also influencing them by doing so. Aunt Li slowly fed the water to the other party.

"Yes." Minfu nodded and said. They understand this, because there are governors who give them propaganda about these things. From time to time there were also some prisoners of war on the road, and they were defeated. They accept the arrangement of their fate.

Prisoner of war camp, where more than 2,000 prisoners of war are held, some of them were captured when they fled, and some pretended to be dead on the battlefield to pick up a life, they originally wanted to run away while the other party was chasing them, but then they encountered the Red Turban Army cleaning the battlefield, and some people tried to resist, but after seeing the other party's bright spear, they all chose to surrender, because they couldn't beat each other, and they were already afraid of the Red Turban Army's lifeless fighting.

"I wonder what these Red Turbans will do to us?" Old man Yang watched worriedly as more and more prisoners of war were being brought in.

"Who knows, but there are still a lot of people. Several battalions of brothers arrived. Li San said worriedly. He was blown unconscious by ***, and when he woke up, he became a prisoner of war. They are also very worried about their fate.

"Hey, come here, come here, go to class. Eat after class. At this moment, a loud Red Turban Officer shouted loudly. The prisoners of war slowly came over there, surrounded by Red Turban soldiers watching them, they didn't want to move, who knew if there was a big army around, watching the Yellow Turban Army, people, Red Turban soldiers, and even cavalry passing through. They didn't dare to move. Of course. Some of the Yellow Turban soldiers were still shouting and scolding, and they were expelled by the Red Turban soldiers. They know their status.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Li Dajia, and I am called this because of a pair of big feet. Li Dajia stretched out one of his big feet, and everyone looked at it and laughed. In the army, there are rough people, and their names are all nicknames, and even if they have names, they must be called nicknames, because they are cordial.

"I am from Hedong, and I was also an official soldier before, serving in the Northern Army, and I was a spearman." Li Dajia said.

"Two months ago, like you, I was taken prisoner. Captured by the Red Turbans. Our team, all of them were taken prisoner. Li Dajia introduced. Hearing such an introduction, many officers and prisoners of war began to discuss, the identity of the other party is very special, officers and soldiers, prisoners of war, and now the identity is the Red Turban Army, which means that whether they surrender to the Red Turban Army or not, they can live, some soldiers have begun to make plans, no matter who they give their lives, as long as they can live, they don't care what army it is. These people have no bottom line.

"Traitor." Some low-ranking officers scolded that although they were prisoners of war, they still did not have a good opinion of these people who rebelled against the imperial court.

"I know a lot of you will scold me. Scolding me is something that is shameless, and I don't know how to be loyal to the court. Li Dajia said.

"Saying that I don't deserve to stand here and give you a lesson, scolding me, I admit it. However, there are some things that we still have to talk about. "Li Dajia is a rough man, but he still knows some truths.

"First of all, I promise here, our Red Turban Army will not do the dirty thing of killing prisoners, unlike the official army, which will kill all the so-called thieves who have laid down their arms." Li Dajia said.

"Such a shameless person also makes us listen to him and kill if we want." A prisoner of war stood up and said dissatisfied.

"You." Li Dajia was interrupted, he didn't know how to deal with such a situation, he felt wronged, he wouldn't say it, but the commander's order was to give them an education class, let them study well and receive education, and then, if they were willing to stay, they would go back, and if they were unwilling to stay, they would send dry food to let them go back. For such an order. Li Dajia was a hundred unwilling, but helpless, his commander ordered it like this. He can only obey.

"Damn, although Lao Tzu was also an official soldier before, but now Lao Tzu is a Red Turban Army. The Red Turban Army is much better than you officers and soldiers who do evil, our commander will not kill you, Lao Tzu will kill you. Li Dajia was patient at first, but when he heard that the officers and prisoners of war had insulted him like this, he felt that he should kill the other party.

"Stop, what are you doing?" At this moment, the prisoners of war saw a young man shouting at him. Then Li Dajia was stopped.

"Sir, they." Li Dajia looked at Shangwu very aggrievedly. Shang Wu didn't know Li Dajiao, and the other party knew that this was his big commander. He speaks very well.

"Stand aside, learn something, go back and write me a review. Five hundred words. "Shang Wu ordered.

"Sir, I'll be, I'll be two hundred." Li Dajia said in horror. Officers were afraid to read, something they had never feared.

"A thousand." Shang Wu directly doubled him. The other party was helpless and didn't dare to say anything. Because of a thousand words, he didn't even know how to write.

"Let me introduce myself, I am the military commander of the Red Turban Army, my name is Xu Shangwu. It's their chief. Shang Wu introduced himself.

"What my officer says, it's my orders. We are the Red Turban Army. I promise not to kill you. I will not kill you. Shang Wu said.

"Hmph, it's fake." The POW officer said disdainfully. And they already do. I can only resign myself to fate. Because many prisoners of war were disposed of in this way.

"You brutes, if our chief had killed you, he would have cut off your heads long ago. We're going to collect your corpses? Xiaodouzi scolded angrily.

Shang Wu waved his arms and stopped Little Bean's anger. Now is not the time when anger will solve the problem.

"Since you said that we would kill you, let me tell you why we can't kill you, and what are the disadvantages and benefits of killing you." Shang Wu said without anger.

This is a topic, and it is also a topic of concern for both officers and prisoners of war. It's about their lives, and they have to deal with it carefully.

"Good. Let me start by asking you a question, are you human? Shang Wu asked.

"yes, why aren't we human?" Many officers and military prisoners of war replied.

"Do you have parents? Have siblings, do you have relatives? Shang Wu asked.

"Yes." The POWs replied. They don't know such questions, what are the problems, or answering such questions can make them free to do such things, they are very puzzled.

"Good. Since you are human. There are parents, let's put ourselves in our shoes, if we kill you. Will your parents be sad and what will happen to your siblings? Shang Wu asked.

"Sad, definitely sad. We're all living in the same way. Now, sir, you have to talk the talk. When a prisoner of war heard this, he immediately said that they were afraid that the other party would suddenly attack him.

"Yes, to be a man, you have to talk about a reputation." Many prisoners of war said anxiously. If it really doesn't work, they'll have to fight. They are all soldiers, and many of them have done something out of the ordinary to survive.

"Okay, since you are all afraid of death and want to live, then, let me ask you, when the officers and soldiers killed those Yellow Turban prisoners of war, did you think that you would have such a day?" Shangwu asked.

"This." The officers and prisoners of war did not know how to answer. They really didn't think about it, and they didn't think about it. It's really hard to answer such a thing.

"In that case, let's just say it. You don't want to, do they want the prisoners of war who were killed? Shang Wu said.

"Everyone is a human, not a beast, can killing solve the problem, no. I know some of you will say, "This is an order from your superiors." But are you willing to do that as a soldier? You are soldiers, but at the same time you are a human being, and when you kill someone, you should think about whether the other person is willing to do this. Shang Wu said.

Many officers and soldiers bowed their heads and remained silent, thinking about it from another perspective, this is indeed the case, when they killed those prisoners of war, were they willing? No, now, they have become prisoners of war, and if the Red Turbans give them this, they don't want either.

"Alas, it's all our own doing." A veteran sighed helplessly.

"Sir, we, we admit it." Some of them had participated in the massacre of Yellow Turban prisoners of war, and some of the low-ranking officers had been promoted through the ranks of Yellow Turban prisoners of war. The huge military exploits stimulated them, but now, they think about it, and feel that this is retribution, how did they cut off the other party's head in the first place, and now, they are also going to be cut off by the Red Turban Army, this is retribution, they didn't say anything, they can only accept their fate. There's no way who let them do such a thing in the first place.

"Sir, we didn't say it, if we do it, give us a good time." Some prisoners of war bowed their heads and said helplessly. They figured out something, and naturally reluctantly accepted such an ending, which was their situation.