The battlefield was a mess, with mountains of armor and corpses and wounded on top of each other on the battle front. According to the establishment, there are two medical guards for each pawn, and there are twenty or thirty stretcher teams under the medical guards, once the Chu pawn is seriously injured and falls to the ground, the medical guards will snatch the person out of the array, and carry the wounded to the medical tent near the military curtain after a little treatment such as stopping the bleeding and classifying.

Because of the lack of anesthetics, many of the surgeries in the medical tent are directly strong. The soldier was first poured a few sips of strong liquor, and then pressed to the operating table for surgery, wailing and struggling was inevitable, but the surrounding strong soldiers held it down. Most of the surgery is cleaning and suturing, and there are few foreign bodies in the wound except for arrows. Fractures are the most common injuries, especially those who are malnourished.

Of course, these are far from enough, many soldiers are already unconscious due to blood loss when they are sent to the medical tent, and some have also fallen into ischemic coma after surgery, and it is extremely important to replenish blood. This time is also the time for the blood people to cry, although they do not die, but when they see their blood constantly being pumped away, they only feel that their livelihood will be lost.

"I've seen the king, I've seen the king." Xiong Jing came to the medical tent so quickly, it was surprising, the Chu army had already entered the city, and everyone thought that the king had also entered the city.

"How?" Xiong Jing changed his clothes at this time. The battle was commanded by him, and the death of every Chu pawn was directly related to him.

"There are more than 1,700 people who were seriously and lightly injured." The officer in the doctor's tent whispered, and he paused before speaking in a quieter voice: "There are four hundred and fifty-two dead. ”

Most of the causes of the death of the wounded and pawns were blood loss, and Xiong Jing prepared enough blood for this expedition, although there were many wounded and wounded, very few actually died from injuries, and the final death toll of more than 1,700 wounded and pawns was probably less than 100. In this way, the total number of casualties and the number of sick people in the whole battle will be about 1,800.

Xiong Jing shook his head again and again. He had done his best to control his deaths, but there were still more deaths than casualties. It's winter, and if it's summer, the death toll will be higher.

"In this battle, our army won a great victory, and there were few dead in the battle." Zhuang Wudi and Xiong Jing visited the medical tent together, and he was not sad about the casualties of the Chu army, but a little happy. In the era of cold weapons, the mortality rate of victorious armies has always been very low, not more than five percent, but it is rare to be so low. This is mainly due to adequate nutrition, good armor, reasonable tactics, and perfect guards. In addition, there is a difference in the mortality rate between the use of spears and swords and shields, with spears having the lowest casualty rate among all weapons.

"No matter how many dead or wounded they are, they are all Chu people who shed blood." Xiong Jing has no joy of victory. Nearly 2,000 people died himself, and even if the Qi State succeeded in changing the law, all he got was a Qi State that could defend itself. It is equivalent to saying that after this war, the Chu State will not gain anything, but it is just stopping the loss, in case the manpower and material resources of the Qi State are used by the Qin State to attack Chu.

"Yui." Zhuang Wudi was immediately ashamed. He originally thought that with 30,000 Yingshi, he would defeat an enemy who was almost ten times his size, and this glory alone was already very satisfying, but he didn't expect that Xiong Jing didn't care about glory, only about the blood of the Chu people.

When he was ashamed, the military officer gave Xiong Jing another number, that is, the number of nobles and honorable people killed, and Xiong Jing's brows tightened after seeing it. These are the backbone of the Yingshi, and the deaths of these people cannot be replenished at least in a short period of time, and they can only wait for their children to grow up. But a few nobles and honorable scholars were newly married and went out with them soon after, and they had no heirs.

There are no children, no children......

"Quickly pass on the doctor Yin!" Xiong Jing scratched his head heavily, and an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

Doctor Yin Yanli was undergoing surgery, and the king hurriedly rumored that he also appeared in front of Xiong Jing after the operation. Xiong Jing looked at him a little embarrassed, but he couldn't care so much about the urgency of time, he said bluntly: "Break their **, take out**, add milk and freeze it and send it to Muling Pass as soon as possible." ”

"Huh?!" Hearing this, Zhan Li was so shocked that the scalpel fell to the ground.

"Break open them**, take them out**, add milk and freeze them and send them to Muling Pass as soon as possible." Xiong Jing has fully understood that he is treating the nobles who died in battle as stallions. According to the popular science seen by Xiongjing, in ancient times, there was no liquid nitrogen to save ** can be used ice, glycerin is not but milk must be added, which is the nutrition for cell survival. However, compared with liquid nitrogen, the shelf life of ice is shorter, a few days, more than ten days, it is possible, and this is a horse, how long can people keep it to know.

In order to allow these newly married nobles and honored scholars to leave heirs, Xiong Jing used the dead as stallion doctors. Linzi found the most elite knight to ride the sweaty horse to Muling Pass quickly, and at the same time released carrier pigeons to let Yingdu send their wives and concubines to Muling Pass day and night, calculate the time for artificial insemination, there is always one who can conceive, and if you can't conceive, it's just an empty trip.

"Still not doing it?" Xiong Jing said again, and at this time, he also understood Xiong Jing's intentions, and hurriedly went in. After entering, he remembered one thing and ran out again: "There is no ice in the tent!" ”

"No ice?" Xiong Jing was stunned for a moment, but fortunately, Zhuang Wudi reminded: "King, there should be ice in the palace of Linzi." ”

"Hurry up and get the ice!" Xiong Jing hurriedly said, "Summoning Concubine Jing again." Then let the whole army check the military registration, and the newly married and unmarried who died in battle quickly reported to the shogunate. ”

"Yui." Xiong Jing's orders were one after another, as if in battle, and the shogunate was busy again in a mess. The ice was quickly fetched, and the marriage situation of the fallen nobles and honored scholars was quickly clarified. Thirty-three small Lu Li bottles were packed into a wooden box filled with ice cubes, wrapped in fur silk wool on the outside of the wooden box, and finally carried on Xiang Chao's back.

"Do you know what this is?" Xiong Jing asked uncomfortably when he saw the wooden box on his back.

"The minister knows also. This is the heir of the fallen robe. Xiang Chao's face was even more solemn than that of the battle, and while he was waiting, he had already simply understood what was in Lu Li's bottle. He didn't know anything, he only heard the witch say that the things contained in it could make the wives and concubines of their fallen comrades conceive their children. Heirs, only by leaving heirs can they not be extinct.

"Good." There is nothing wrong with Xiang Chao's statement. Xiong Jing then handed him all the prepared talismans, decrees, and documents, "The official road is full of Qi troops, change into the clothes and armor of Qi pawns and travel." ”

On the eleventh day of Linzi Ping, reinforcements from Mulingguan must have come. Xiong Jing was worried that Xiang Chao, who was dressed in Chu Jia, would be intercepted by them. I don't want Xiang Chao to be full of confidence and said: "The king's horse is a thousand miles of horses, and Qi is not as good as me." ”

"How about going to Muling Pass?" Xiong Jing asked again.

"To Muling Guanchen has his own way." Xiang Chao smiled, and Shen Yi retired. Suddenly, there was a sound of horses outside the tent, and the sound of hooves became farther and farther away.

"If this thing is done, our army will ......" Childbirth is a very mysterious thing in the eyes of Zhuang Wudi, but the king can make the deceased leave an heir, which is an unimaginable thing. Extinction is a more terrifying thing than destroying the country and destroying the family, and those who died in battle will not be extinct, and if it can be practiced in the whole army, the morale will be greatly boosted.

Zhuang Wudi thought of the soldiers of the whole army, but Xiong Jing thought of Confucianism. The Confucian clan is based on blood, and the difference between it and religion lies in the kinship that the clan pays attention to, and the religion emphasizes faith. The former is innate, the latter is acquired.

Although the clan has slaves, righteous sons, and the like, after all, everyone cannot be included in the scope of the clan. Religion is different, a country can practice one religion at the same time. However, if the method of breeding war horses is used for reproduction, assuming that sperm is taken every three days, 3,600 times of pregnancy can be conceived in 30 years, half of the success rate of breeding, half of the infant mortality rate, and a nobleman can give birth to 900 children in his lifetime.

Half of the men are 450, and 450 sons can reproduce and give birth to 200,000 children, and the men take half as 100,000, assuming that the women and materials are sufficient, the third generation of children will be as many as 1 million, and the fourth generation of children will exceed the total population of the earth.

Xiong Jing thought about it and felt that this idea was very evil, but he felt that it was much more meaningful than being an emperor and expanding his territory. With Confucianism as the ruling philosophy, the social hierarchy of sons was determined according to the status of the mother, and an increasingly large number of blood clans were established. War is like the Mongols exterminating the country and the race, all adult men are killed, male children are castrated as slaves to work, and only women who can give birth are left, and this kind of colonization is the real colonization.

"The king's ......" The king's face suddenly highlighted a gloomy one, and Zhuang Wudi was startled, but fortunately, Xiong Jing quickly returned to normal.

"How about surgery?" Xiong Jing asked about Zhuang Quji, his condition was very bad, one of his eyes was poked by a halberd, several fractures were broken, and the chain mail was pierced when he rushed to the battle on his thigh, and he fought for a long time, bleeding nonstop.

"Your Majesty, General Zhuang has been transfusing blood after the operation." The operation was still going on in the medical tent, and only the military officials answered.

"Where is he?" Xiong Jing has already visited many injured soldiers, and Zhuang Quji has been undergoing surgery.

"Your Majesty, please." The officer took Xiong Jing to an empty tent, but he stopped when he walked outside the tent, and said, "It's better not to disturb you." Go and wake up quickly and tell you nothing. ”

The original palace armor commander is now only Zhuang Quji, and Xiong Jing never wants him to die.

"Yui." The military officials were in a hurry. He knew the weight of Zhuang Quji, and if Zhuang Quji died, then he would be the highest-ranking nobleman who died in this battle.

"Tell the king, Jixia sacrificial wine Chun Yu Yue begged to see." As soon as the medical account was released, there were people who came forward to tell him, and the first one was to sacrifice the wine Chun Yue in the Jixia School Palace.

At this time, the news that the king of Chu wanted to change the law in the state of Qi had spread to half of Linzi, and most of the courtiers were uneasy, they had already heard of what kind of political system the state of Chu implemented, and now the king of Chu wanted to change the law in the country of Qi to implement the barbarian system, and they must try their best to oppose it in the past. But at this moment, they are already vassals, and since they are vassals, what bargaining capital do they have?

As for those Yi doctors outside Linzi, they would like to change the law like the Chu State. As soon as the law is changed, the authority of the Qi State will be in their hands from now on, and they will not be happy. The courtiers were grieving, and the Jixia School Palace was boiling, and the doctors who had a lifetime of revenge had long wanted to test their own concept of governance, whether it was Chun Yuyue, Song Yi, or even Zhou Qingchen, they were all eager to see the King of Chu, so that he could change his own law, and it was best to appoint himself as the Qi Xiang, and the lack of victory after the top.