Chapter 17: Aftermath

After the bandits who attacked the camp were killed and retreated, people began to extinguish the fire and save people. After the bandits withdrew, they did not forget to light a few fires, and the soldiers and civilians cut snow on the spot to extinguish the fire, and the fire was quickly brought under control. Fortunately, He Tengxiao hoarded all the supplies in the fort, and what the bandits set on fire was nothing more than some temporary hastily built shacks.

There was not much loss of supplies, but the casualties of the refugees were a headache.

He Tengxiao didn't care about changing out of his bloodstained clothes, and organized fire extinguishing and saving people on the spot. The corpses all over the ground and the wails of the wounded were shocking, He Tengxiao squatted down to check the injuries of several wounded, some of the wounded were cut arteries, blood gushed out like a fountain, He Tengxiao could only cut off his own hem and bandage these poor wounded as quickly as possible. As for whether the injured can survive under such difficult conditions, it can only be left to fate.

When the sky was white, He Tengxiao realized that it was dawn. The camp is almost packed, and the casualty data is counted. Nearly 80 refugees have died and more than 400 have been traumatized to varying degrees. He Tengxiao knew that this was only an approximate number. With the backward medical standards of this era, many of the more than 400 refugees who were injured will eventually die by death.

In troubled times, life is as cheap as ants, and the more this is the case, the more He Tengxiao feels that life is precious.

Seventy-nine cold corpses lay out on the field, their relatives wailing alongside.

He Tengxiao did not have time to take care of the people who had died, so he could only do his best to save those who had hope of surviving. One of these people he can save is one.

Five of the refugees have medical experience and volunteered to treat the injured.

These Langzhong habitually give priority to treating men, He Tengxiao scolded them a few words, and asked them to treat the old and weak women and children first, after all, young adults have stronger physical fitness and can last longer.

He Tengxiao couldn't be idle for a moment, there were too few people with medical knowledge and experience in this era, and they couldn't be cured by those five Lang Zhong alone. He had learned some basic knowledge of treatment in the army, and now he can save one.

A girl who was only seven or eight years old was stabbed in the chest with a sharp object, and blood continued to gush out. He Tengxiao squatted down and bandaged the girl's wound with a strip of cloth boiled in boiling water, and the girl's mother knelt next to He Tengxiao and kowtowed vigorously to thank He Tengxiao.

He Tengxiao bandaged the girl's chest, the girl's eyes were misty, and she smiled sweetly at He Tengxiao, and the smile froze. He Tengxiao's hands trembled, raised his hand to probe the girl's snort, his fingers stayed in the girl's nostrils for a long time, He Tengxiao smashed his fist on the ground, and couldn't help crying. He Tengxiao felt that he was so incompetent, and he was incapable of protecting these weak people, and let death take life away from him one by one.

I don't know when, a woman stood behind He Tengxiao, squatted down, and put the rice basket at hand next to He Tengxiao.

"Eat a little." The woman was still wearing the Confucian shirt, the cuffs of the Confucian shirt were wide, and the woman squatted down behind her, holding the sleeve in her left hand and opening the basket with her right hand.

Seeing the scene of He Tengxiao crying, the woman felt remorseful. He Tengxiao has always been misunderstood as the kind of arrogant and lustful rude martial artist. Last night's misunderstanding also made many people misunderstand He Tengxiao's personality, thinking of last night's incident, the woman's face couldn't help but show a flush.

He Tengxiao didn't have the heart to eat now, so he sent the woman back to the fort to continue to rescue the injured.

It wasn't until noon that He Tengxiao hastily resettled all the injured refugees. After settling the injured people, He Tengxiao sat on the grass and looked at the white clouds floating in the sky. The sky is very blue in this era, the white clouds are very white, it is rare to see such sky and clouds in later generations, if there is no war, it is a very comfortable thing to live in this era.

"These are the weapons used by the bandits who attacked us last night." Zhang Yuyang led people to pack up the weapons left by the bandits to He Tengxiao's side and sat down on the ground.

He Tengxiao glanced at the weapons, and his gaze stayed on a saber. He Tengxiao picked up the saber and looked at it carefully, and the white jade inlaid on the handle reminded him who the original owner of the knife was.

"The bodies of the bandits have all been examined." Zhang Yuyang said, "It's horse bandits, but these horse bandits are very well equipped. ”

Zhang Yuyang took a bow and pulled the bowstring, "These bows are strong bows of more than one stone, it is impossible for the people to have so many strong bows, these knives are all made of fine iron, better than the sabers you and I use, especially the saber in your hand, I suspect that these weapons are ordnance." ”

He Tengxiao put down the knife, took a bow as well, looked at the handwriting on the bow that had been polished, and said, "These bows are all ordnance, and I also know who the owner of this saber is." ”

"Who?!" He Tengxiao knew the owner of this saber, and Zhang Yuyang was surprised.

"He Shizhong." He Tengxiao said, "I had a relationship with He Shizhong in Gaizhou. ”

It is impossible for the bandits to be stupid enough to attack a refugee camp without oil and water, and it is also a refugee camp next to a military fort, unless they are instructed to do so. It is reasonable for He Shizhong to instruct these bandits to attack the refugee camp.

"Is there a live mouth?" He Tengxiao asked Zhang Yuyang.

"There are two live mouths." Zhang Yuyang replied, signaling the soldiers to bring up the two captured horse bandits.

One of the two horse bandit captives was unwounded, and the other was seriously wounded. The soldiers escorted the two horse bandit captives to He Tengxiao, kicked the horse bandits in the legs, and made the two horse bandits kneel in front of He Tengxiao.

"Say! Who instructed you to attack the refugees, otherwise, don't blame me for the ruthlessness of the knife in my hand! He Tengxiao stood up, walked up to the seriously injured horse bandit and asked sharply.

The horse bandit snorted coldly, "If you want to kill or chop, listen to everything, why talk nonsense!" ”。 He Tengxiao didn't say a word of nonsense, and directly slashed the horse bandit to death, fulfilling the horse bandit. Carrying a knife, he walked straight in front of the other bandit.

Unexpectedly, He Tengxiao said that he would kill him, and he didn't say a word of nonsense at all, which was completely unexpected by another horse bandit. The horse bandit knelt on the ground, He Tengxiao's knife shook in front of his eyes, and blood dripped down the blood trough.

He Tengxiao glared at the horse bandit, and did not speak with a calm face.

"Yes, He...... Congratulate...... He Gongzi instructed us to attack the camp. Out of fear, the bandit stammered a little.

"Which He Gongzi?" He Tengxiao put the knife on the neck of the horse bandit and asked.

"He Shizhong, it's He Shizhong's son......" The horse bandit confessed the cause and effect of this incident honestly like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

He Tengxiao listened to the horse bandit's explanation, and gave the horse bandit a knife and ended the horse bandit's life.

"Don't leave a mouth alive?" Zhang Yuyang thinks He Tengxiao is too impulsive to do this.

He Tengxiao picked up He Shizhong's saber and said to Zhang Yuyang, "I ask you to send something." ”

"Give this knife back to He Shizhong?" Zhang Yuyang asked.

"I will write another letter and send it to He Shizhong along with this knife." He Tengxiao nodded.

After disposing of the horse bandits, He Tengxiao returned to the back office of Qianhu Mansion. The predecessor of Qianhu He Shifa was coarse and well-versed in some writing and ink, and there were some military books neatly placed on the book kitchen, up to "Sun Tzu's Art of War", down to the "Soldiers" of Tang Jinzu, the founding general of this dynasty, and the "Southern Tao and Northern Strategy" of Shang Chuanren, a famous general of Zhongxing. These military books are very new, and it can be seen that they have basically not been read, so it can be seen that although He Shifa is coarse and well-versed in writing and ink, his cultural level is not high, and he can't eat these military books thoroughly, so he can only put these military books in a bookcase and use them as decorations.

Although He Shifa's cultural level is not high, it is not difficult to find a letter paper in the room. He Tengxiao unfolded the letter paper, typed the draft, waved down, quickly finished writing the letter, sealed it and handed it to Zhang Yuyang.

After writing the letter, He Tengxiao moved to visit Ling Feng. The horse bandits could be controlled, Ling Feng's credit was indispensable, the horse bandits would not have thought that there would be officers and soldiers patrolling the refugee camp late at night, it was these officers and soldiers who were on duty at night that disrupted the horse bandits' plans, delayed the horse bandits, and bought valuable time for the officers and soldiers in the fort to support the refugee camp.

Ling Feng saw He Tengxiao push the door in, struggling to get up and get out of bed. He Tengxiao stepped forward to stop Ling Feng and told him to lie on the bed and not move. Ling Feng suffered six wounds, the wound on his left arm was the most serious, but fortunately, many people were rushing for their lives, Ling Feng was in strong physique, and this external injury could not endanger his life. But Ling Feng was overworked and needed to recuperate for a few days to recover.

"Alas, Little Third Master, Ling Feng is incompetent, I don't have the face to see you!" Ling Feng blamed himself, blaming himself for the losses caused by the bandits' night raid on the refugee camp.

"It's not your fault, you've done a good job." He Tengxiao comforted Ling Feng and said, "These bandits are not ordinary characters, the attack has been carefully planned, it is not easy for you to be able to do this." ”

"Ling Qianhu took us on a tour of the camp, and the camp was suddenly attacked, and the bandits rushed into the refugee camp to kill people and set fires frantically. The camp was in chaos, and before we could react to what was happening, Ling Qianhu took us in, restrained the bandits, and sent someone to report to He Qianhu. A bloodied soldier in the room said, his armor was cut and pierced, which shows how critical the situation was last night, and how desperate these soldiers on patrol were.

Sixty-nine of the bandits were killed in the camp, thirty-two of the men who patrolled the camp were killed, and all the rest were wounded. This is enough to prove that these soldiers are fighting desperately, and He Tengxiao has no reason to blame these brave soldiers.

"Chen San, you don't have to say a few words." Ling Feng glared at Chen San and didn't let Chen San continue. Chen San was also an old pawn who followed He Tengxiao all the way and fled to Pingshan Fort, but he was stared at by Ling Feng like this, and he was silent.

"You can rest assured that you can recuperate from your injuries, the matter of Pingshan Fort is still with me and Yuyang." He Tengxiao turned his head again and said to Chen San, "Chen San, I have left the matter of patrolling the camp to you in the past few days. ”

After reading Ling Feng, some soldiers came to ask He Tengxiao how to deal with the corpses of the refugees. In this extraordinary season, it is impossible for He Tengxiao to prepare a coffin for all these refugees. I could only reluctantly give a mat to the deceased and hastily roll it up for burial.