"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

Everywhere the guns were fired, everywhere there was fighting. Originally, the number of soldiers on both sides was about the same, but one was high morale and well-armed. One is that they have no intention of fighting at all, their morale is low, and more than half of them have been affected by the explosion just now.

Only a few Qianhou Jin soldiers, even if they were not directly injured by the explosion, were buzzing in their minds at this moment, and their consciousness and reaction were affected.

Under this positive and negative situation, the contrast in combat effectiveness is obvious.

It's like a normal person holding a knife on one side, and a drunk person empty-handed on the other, and the winner can be imagined with his ass.

What's more, because the commander is gone, there are many minions and Houjin soldiers who choose to quietly run away from other places. So after coming and going, there were still 8,000 defenders in the city, but now there are only two or three thousand people in it at most.

On the side of the Zhu family's army, more than 10,000 people rushed in one after another.

Such a comparison of numbers, coupled with a comparison of mentalities, is simply an adult beating a ten-year-old child.

The fierce fighting lasted until midnight before it basically ended, and the sporadic fighting continued, until dawn was completely calm, and finally more than half of the golden soldiers escaped from the battlefield.

One-third of them were killed in battle, and when they were cleaning the battlefield, Jiang Hai, one of the soldiers of the Zhu family's army, shouted happily because he found Jilharang in the faint.

Immediately, Jiang Hai, a young man from the Zhu family, made great contributions and was very happy.

Zhu Jiajun, who has no experience in street fighting, still has some losses this time. Dozens of people died in hand-to-hand combat!

In addition to those who died on the spot, including serious injuries, they were carried to the rear health team.

Zhu Zilong personally came over to pay attention to these fighters!

"Master, there are a few old brothers in Zhujiazhuang who are no longer good!" Seeing Zhu Zilong enter the infirmary, Xiao Qiuxiang, who was working in the dispatch, immediately stepped forward and said with tears on her face.

Zhu Zilong's body stiffened, the expression on his face was stunned, and then his eyes turned red, and he walked quickly to the bedside of the Zhu family soldiers who were seriously injured and wanted to die.

In the other military camps of the Ming Dynasty, there will be a commander there to see the life and death of the little soldiers after the war?

But here, Zhu Zilong hurriedly came over as if every soldier was his brother.

He once said to the soldiers below every time he practiced that everyone was a family and a brother. Now, his reflections are within the bottom line of his conscience.

In this era, most of the seriously wounded on the battlefield ended up dying in agony. Even the medicines of the modern 21st century are not a panacea. After all, there are no 21st-century surgeons here, and many injuries remain unresolved.

When Zhu Zilong came, many of the seriously wounded soldiers on the hospital bed were already motionless.

Rao is Zhu Zilong has been strong-minded in the past year, and at this time he also feels that his eyes are hot, and he can't help himself. The lightly wounded people on the side, seeing that their good brother was seriously injured and died, could not suppress their grief and cried there.

Zhu Zilong's eyes became redder and redder, and he finally came to the last seriously injured man.

Before the seriously injured man died, he saw Zhu Zilong coming, and his eyes lit up. As if it was a return to the light, his mouth kept shouting: "Master Hou, chief, eldest brother ......"

Obviously, although he has returned to the light and is a little energetic, his mind is still a little incoherent.

Zhu Zilong couldn't hold back any longer, tears welled up in his eyes, he stepped forward, held the hand of the seriously injured man, and said heavily: "My good brother of the Zhu family, if you have anything undone, just tell me, even if I fight to the death, I will definitely do it." Definitely, definitely, absolutely! ”

However, Zhu Zilong's words, the seriously injured man on the hospital bed didn't seem to understand. He just instinctively kept repeating a sentence!

Zhu Zilong was afraid that he would not be able to hear clearly, so he hurriedly put his ear on it and listened carefully.

In an instant, Zhu Zilong heard the seriously injured man repeat the words: "Forward...... Forward...... Zhu Jiajun Wansheng...... Kill the Tartars...... Kill the Tartars ......"

Then, his voice grew weaker and his murmur became quieter and quieter until it disappeared. Then as soon as he let go of his hand, the seriously wounded member of the Zhu family army passed away.

Zhu Zilong only felt that something was burning in his heart, and he felt that it seemed to be blocked, so he slowly straightened up, and all kinds of tastes filled his heart. He took a few steps back, bowed down to the soldier on the bed, and asked the person next to him, "What is his name......?" ”

Xiao Qiuxiang came over with red eyes and replied softly: "His name is Jiang Yang, and there is a younger brother standing over there, called Jiang Hai......"

Zhu Zilong hurriedly turned around and looked at Jiang Hai, a soldier on the side who was also red with tears, but strictly controlled his emotions.

In the next second, Zhu Zilong suddenly made an astonishing behavior, and once again bowed to Jiang Hai, the younger brother of the deceased soldier, and said: "Ben Hou has no perfect plan, but he ordered some brothers to attack lightly, but it has affected everyone, please accept Ben Hou on behalf of your eldest brother, it is to apologize!" ”

Zhu Zilong's bow shocked everyone present.

That Jiang Hai listened to Zhu Zilong's words, didn't know where the courage came from, and suddenly stood up and shouted loudly: "Master Hou, what is wrong with you, you are not wrong." Today we won a big victory. My eldest brother died on the battlefield for the sake of the Hou Ye and the Ming Dynasty, as a sergeant, which is a glorious thing! If there is no Hou Ye, it will only be more people who will die! ”

The soldiers who came around all agreed and shouted one by one: "We have won this battle!" What a victory! ”

For a while, everyone here was cheering and shouting with all their strength, long live, long live Daming.

The sound spread outside, one by ten, ten by hundred, and more and more people shouted together. Turn pain into strength, shout and raise your arms!

"Zhu Jiajun forward! Forward! Wansheng! Wansheng! ”

Zhu Zilong, who also turned pain into strength, then became a copycat miracle doctor, using X-ray Tianyan fluoroscopy, as well as Tianyan ability, plus modern medicine and scalpels, to help rescue the wounded together.

Until all the lightly injured were rescued, even the seriously injured who were sent later were also rescued.

Raising his head, Zhu Zilong looked at the sky, it was dark again.

Glancing at Ma Xiaosan on the side, Zhu Zi asked, "Are there still remnants of enemies fighting in Panjin City?" What is the approximate number of casualties on both sides so far? ”

It was the first time that the soldiers of the Zhu family army fought street battles, and there were wounded from time to time.

Xiao Qiuxiang, who was on the side, replied for Ma Xiaosan, a layman: "If you go back to the master, our army has more minor injuries, more than 350. More than 100 were seriously injured, but half of them were rescued. They were all inflicted in hand-to-hand combat, and some of them were killed on the spot, in their early twenties. ”

"So far, on the Tartar side, more than 1,000 people have been killed on the spot by our army, hundreds of people have been seriously injured, and countless people have been lightly wounded, and they have been temporarily detained, and they have not come to treat them."

Lighting a cigarette, Zhu Zilong took a few puffs and threw it away, and said: "Make every effort to rescue the soldiers in the army, on the Tartar side, except for the woman, the other captives don't care about life or death, and leave it to fate." Go, go to the command. Well, by the way, call Shang Jianghai, from today onwards, he will be promoted to the head of a thousand households, and one of my captains of guards! ”-

(To be continued.) )