"Three thousand six hundred and thirty-two...... How many of them are?'

In the felt tent, when Wu Ji handed over his death to Zhao Hongrun, Zhao Hongrun held his breath in shock, and his chest tightened for a while.

You must know that this time he only brought a total of 20,000 merchant water troops, and this battle made the Shang water army lose a full two percent in one go.

Exactly two percent, three thousand six hundred and thirty-two living lives.

I have to say that last year, Zhao Hongrun also led the army to be outnumbered, and in the face of the army of Chu, there had never been such an astonishing number of casualties.

Of course, when he fought with Xiong Tuo, the king of Xuancheng, last year, Zhao Hongrun had 10,000 Yanling troops (now Zhaoling Army) and 25,000 Junshui troops in his hands, and the level of the army was obviously not comparable to the combination of the Shangshui Army and the Qianli Army under his current command.

Moreover, at that time, Xiong Tuo, the monarch of Xuancheng, did not attack the Wei army in one go, but divided it into two groups, "60,000" and "100,000", so that Zhao Hongrun could defeat them one by one.

And this time, Bitatu, the patriarch of the Qiangjiao tribe, led an army of more than 200,000 and launched an attack on the city.

What's more, those Chu soldiers at that time were far less death-oriented than those slave soldiers outside the city.

But no matter what, Zhao Hongrun still doesn't have a taste in his heart.

"Your Highness."

From the side, Shen Yu, the head of the sect guard, may have seen that Zhao Hongrun's heart was not a taste, and quietly persuaded: "You have done everything you can, and you have done everything you can...... If there are such heavy casualties in the merchant army, it is not for you, Your Highness. ”

Hearing this, Wu Ji also persuaded him on the side.

After all, if there were no catapults, no repeaters, and no old equipment of the Shui Army, I am afraid that the losses of his merchant and water army would not be multiplied, even if the entire army was wiped out, it was not impossible, after all, what they were facing was an enemy army ten times larger than their own!

After listening to the persuasion of the guards and Wu Ji, Zhao Hongrun nodded slightly.

Indeed, in order to achieve victory while reducing his own casualties as much as possible, he Zhao Hongrun silently made many arrangements, whether it was tactical arrangements, or the supply of food such as sheep cakes and goat's milk wine, but it was able to reduce the sacrifice of herbal ointment.

It is no exaggeration to say that what a coach should do, he Zhao Hongrun has already done, and he has a clear conscience.

But even so, the death of 3,632 merchant and sailors and 1,931 warriors was still like a boulder pressing on his heart, making him breathless.

"Hoo ......"

With a long exhale, Zhao Hongrun looked up at Wu Ji and said in a deep voice: "When cleaning up the battlefield, burn the remains of the sacrificed soldiers, although I am sorry, but our army may not be able to transport the bones of those sacrificed soldiers back to Shangshui before the corpses decompose, so that his family can see him for the last time, so he can only bring the ashes back." ”

"King Su is merciful." Wu Ji bowed his head when he heard this.

In fact, in his opinion, Zhao Hongrun can bring the ashes of those sacrificed soldiers back to Shangshui, which is already a great mercy, thinking that when they were in Chu State, there were fathers and brothers who died in the war at home, how could they have seen the remains?

Not to mention the remains, there are not even ashes, at most I will send someone to inform you that someone in your family has died in battle.

That's it.

Even, sometimes there is not even the most basic funeral report, and the family of the soldier has to ask someone to ask for it.

"The utensils containing the ashes, please ask the people of the city to help." Zhao Hongrun added to Wu Ji.

In fact, the people of the Zong and Qiang people will also use clay to burn pottery, but the pottery they fired is too poor to be gray, not to mention comparable to the Ding ceramics of the Song Kingdom, and even the pottery fired in the private pottery kilns of the Wei State is not comparable.

But as a vessel for the ashes, it is sufficient.

"Yes." Wu Ji clenched his fists, and then he asked, "Your Highness, what about those slave soldiers with horns?" ”

Zhao Hongrun thought about it and felt that since the Qianjiao people didn't even treat the living Hu slave soldiers as people, let alone the dead, so after thinking about it, he said: "Let the soldiers work harder and ...... them."

He originally wanted to say 'bury it', but then he felt inappropriate, knowing that the number of slave soldiers killed in this battle was as high as 80,000, and burying so many corpses on the edge of the city would not be able to purify such a large piece of corpse qi when the corpses in the ground would rot in the future.

So, after contemplation, he said, "Drag his body out of the city, take a few barrels of fire oil, and burn it." After all, the two tribes still have to live in this land, and don't let too many rotting corpses pollute the water and soil here. ”

"Yes!"

Wu Ji clenched his fists and withdrew from the tent.

In fact, at this time, Mi Jiang and Una were both in the tent, but because they saw Zhao Hongrun's face was full of depth, they didn't come over to disturb him, one sat quietly in the banquet, and the other drank tea by himself, closing his eyes and recuperating.

No one spoke.

And the rest of the guards in the tent will naturally not speak rashly, after all, everyone can see that His Royal Highness is in a bad mood at the moment.

This made it clear that there were so many people in the tent, but no one spoke, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

Finally, Zhao Hongrun couldn't bear it anymore, took a long breath and stood up, and said casually: "This king goes out for a walk." ”

Qi Jiang and Una glanced at each other, but neither followed, and among the sect guards, only Shen Yu, the head of the sect guard, followed out of the safety of his highness.

After all, none of them are stupid, and they can guess that Zhao Hongrun wants to be quiet alone.

Walking out of the felt tent, Zhao Hongrun involuntarily walked towards the area of the west city wall, after all, the enemy and the enemy on the west city wall were the most seriously killed, and it is said that the corpses have been piled up, and even the entire city wall is stained red with blood.

At that time, Zhao Hongrun had been staying in the hall of the city gate tower when the fight started, so he wanted to see the tragic situation on the west city wall with his own eyes.

Because he felt that those Shangshui soldiers who were born in Chuxi died fighting for the Wei State this time, and he, Zhao Hongrun, as the commander of the expedition to Sanchuan this time, had the obligation to see with his own eyes the remains of those warriors who sacrificed their lives for the country.

There is no distinction between Wei, Chu, and Qian.

"King Su?"

"Huh? King Su? ”

"It's the ...... of King Su"

As Zhao Hongrun gradually approached the western city wall, the soldiers and soldiers of Shangshui who were carrying the corpses and cleaning up the battlefield stopped their work and looked at him.

And the warriors of the Shan and Qiang tribes who helped carry the corpses also turned their heads to look at this side.

Somehow, it was clear that there were thousands of people who were busy on the west city wall, but almost no one was talking, even if they saw Zhao Hongrun, they only whispered a few words in a slightly surprised voice.

The atmosphere, heavy and oppressive.

"These people ......"

Shen Yu, who was following behind Zhao Hongrun, frowned slightly, because he found that the eyes of the soldiers of the Shangshui Army and the soldiers of the two clans around him were slightly strange.

It stands to reason that Zhao Hongrun, His Royal Highness King Su, went to the west city wall in person, and these Shangshui soldiers and tribal warriors should feel happy and honored, but the situation in front of them is that those people look at Zhao Hongrun indifferently or numbly.

Even, Shen Yu faintly saw an emotion called 'strangeness' in the eyes of those people.

He walked a few steps to catch up with Zhao Hongrun, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, don't get any closer, the emotions of these soldiers ...... I'm afraid it's a little abnormal. ”

"......" Zhao Hongrun was stunned and looked around a few times.

As Shen Yu said, he also saw indifference and strangeness in the eyes cast by the soldiers of the Shangshui army and the warriors of the two tribes.

Zhao Hongrun, who guessed the reason after thinking about it, sighed slightly.

This is because the casualties are too great.

You must know that although the Shang Shui Army now belongs to the Wei army, the sergeants and soldiers of the army are all Chu people.

And Zhao Hongrun, as a Wei person, led these Chu people, including those tribal warriors of the Xuan and Qi tribes, maybe this is not a big deal on weekdays, but once there are major casualties, the Shang and Shui soldiers who are immersed in grief, including those soldiers of the Qi and Qi tribes, most of them will not regard Zhao Hongrun as 'their own people', and even they will have the idea that "it is this person who makes our compatriots suffer huge losses".

It is no wonder that, after all, the Wei army in the real sense, the Dangshan army and the Chenggao army are not here, and among the people who died in this battle, none of them are Wei people.

Once you think of this, whether it is the soldiers of the Shang Shui Army or the tribal warriors of the two tribes, it is inevitable that you will have a strange idea in your heart.

"Your Highness, let's leave first." Shen Yu persuaded in a low voice beside him.

Zhao Hongrun shook his head, and then, bent down to pluck a blade of grass from the ground, wiped the sludge on it with his sleeve, and then put it to his mouth and slowly blew a tune.

"Shhh

"Note: The author's very favorite "It's Hard to Say Goodbye (Wu Jing Version)" feels very beautiful, and it can also be a "daughter's love" with the same song and different words, but the lyrics are not suitable for use here."

The surrounding Shangshui soldiers and the warriors of the two tribes were stunned for a moment, and they didn't know what was going on, so they listened attentively, only feeling soft and melodious, as if the song told a moving story about a man and his lover who were separated, haunted by their dreams and never seen each other again.

"That's a good sound......"

About a few zhang away from Zhao Hongrun, Li Hui, a pawn of the Shang Shui Army, raised his arm to wipe the blood on his face, listened carefully to the moving tune, and seemed to think of the gentle and lovely widowed sister-in-law in his family.

On the side, Yang Wu and Le Leopard sat on the ground together, listening silently, looking at their blank eyes, and they didn't know that they were missing their relatives.

Listen and listen, when Zhao Hongrun reached the climax, everyone present only felt an inexplicable sadness in their hearts, so that some people, obviously men who can't cry easily, couldn't help but shed tears.

More and more people flocked here, standing or sitting on the ground around Zhao Hongrun, quietly listening to this song that made them sad, but made them unable to control what they wanted to listen to.

I saw that in this section of the city wall, there was no sound, only Zhao Hongrun's long and soft song.

And listening to this song, those Shangshui soldiers and soldiers, those warriors of the Qiang tribe, their indifferent eyes at first gradually softened, as if they were all intoxicated by the music. (To be continued.) )