Rub, Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day, uh, stealing a little lazy, less updates.

It's rare to have holidays, and my wife and children are always active, hehe.

Gossip: The battle was won, but the troops were ordered to be withdrawn, this is not a blind bone, but a stupid thing done by Mang Gurtai himself. In this battle of the Great Ling River, this Sanbeile was impulsive, and the impulse turned out to be the devil.

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When there are no heroes, make the shaft famous.

Zu Dashou felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and even had a slight sour feeling.

Mang Gurtai ignored the fact that Tu Cheng had already won, and forcibly ordered the yellow and red flags to withdraw his troops, inadvertently fulfilling the Songshan garrison Shi Dayong.

Since the Liao Incident, there has never been such a strong enemy as Songshan, just like the Battle of Ningyuan back then, relying on the cannon of Jiancheng, how could he have killed the enemy in such a field battle.

The scene of the bloody battle between the Songshan army and Jiannu under the city is vivid, Zu Dashou can see it clearly, and the garrison Shi Dayong is indeed fighting with his life.

It's a pity that Jiannu's Beizi didn't know for what purpose he ordered the withdrawal of troops, otherwise, the battle report sent to the imperial court would be able to leave the city at this moment, and Jinzhou would naturally be easy to explain.

Now that I'm here, I'm going to find another way. Qiu Hejia was already dissatisfied with himself, and this time he abandoned his descendants, who knows how this Shi Dayong will add fuel and vinegar to say that this handsome is not.

Shaking his head in every way, with thoughts, Zu Dashou walked down the city with a lonely expression. Outside the city, the Songshan army is still there, and as the vanguard commander-in-chief, his ancestor can't go out of the city to pay his respects. At least, I have to explain to Na Shi Dayong what it means to "see death and not save".

Thinking farther, you can already see how Qiu Hejia is smiling, and the court on the table praises such a "great victory".

There are a lot of corpses in Jiannu, and at a cursory glance, there are no less than 100 corpses, and there are only 1,000 soldiers in Songshan, but if you can kill the enemy like this, it can be regarded as a great victory.

Shi Dayong, a general rank can't run.

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Looking up at the sky, the sun was still empty, and time passed so slowly.

Did the Tartars really withdraw?

After standing for a long time, Shi Dayong was convinced that the Eight Banners had withdrawn.

The withdrawal is so inexplicable, if it were him, he would not listen to anyone's orders, and he would gnaw away the bones of the most rear, so why hastily withdraw the troops and abandon all the previous achievements.

Is this battle a victory or a defeat?

In addition to the corpse of Jiannu in front of him, it is the corpse of the Songshan Army. Enemies and friends are inseparable, and they are everywhere. In some places, five or six corpses lay in the same place, either without a head, or without a hand, or with one thigh missing.

The stomach, lungs, intestines, mixed with blood, water and dirt were scattered everywhere.

Hellish nightmares.

The smell of blood in the air was not too unpleasant, and there was even a faint smell of grass

"My lord, the results of the battle have been counted, and there are eighty-seven people full of Tartars and one hundred and forty people from Mongolian Tartars!" Huang An's voice was full of excitement, and he was also so excited to see Shi Dayong's eyes. The double joy of immortality and great war made him forget the knife on his back.

Full of tartars? Monttar?

Shi Dayong was stunned for a moment, and then understood that it turned out that not all the people who were fighting today were Manchurian ghosts, and another Niu Lu was a Mongol.

He instructed Huang Andao: "Let someone cut off the heads, these are the military exploits of the brothers, and after returning home, the official will personally ask the governor for a reward, and the brothers must not be lost in vain and blood will be shed in vain." ”

"Yes, sir!"

Huang An hurriedly nodded in response and walked forward with Shi Dayong.

After walking a few steps, Shi Dayong turned to him and asked, "How many brothers are left?" ”

Hearing this, Huang An froze, a look of pain flashed in his eyes, and he choked up: "There are still one hundred and twenty people left in the Wuzi Battalion, and there are less than 100 people in the Yongzi Battalion. The baggage battalion ran out, and it was not possible to count casualties for the time being. ”

"Less than four hundred, right?" Shi Dayong shook his head and sighed, 1,200 people came, but now there are only 400 people left, a full two-thirds less, this battle is really miserable. If it weren't for Jiannu's inexplicable withdrawal, I'm afraid that Songshan wouldn't even be able to leave some incense.

Seeing that Shi Dayong was sad, Huang An persuaded: "Adults don't have to be too sad, the casualties are bigger, but we finally won." After a pause, he reported: "There are more than 100 brothers who have been injured and need to be healed, but according to the general, most of these brothers' injuries are critical, and I am afraid that if they are cured, they will be useless in the future." ”

Shi Dayong said: "I will talk about the future in the future, you must heal them now, and you must not abandon them, otherwise, the brothers' hearts will be cold." ”

Huang An nodded and said, "The last general understands, and my lord can rest assured." ”

lost two-thirds of his life in the first battle, and his life was almost lost, which made Shi Dayong very frustrated. Along the way, there were the corpses of the soldiers who got along day and night, as well as the screams of the wounded soldiers, and a sense of self-reproach instantly surged into his heart.

Seeing that he was in a depressed mood, Huang An hesitated on the side, but still said, "My lord, I am afraid that there are more than a dozen brothers, do you want to go over and have a look?" ”

"Naturally, the official will give them a ride."

As Huang An went to see the brothers who were about to die, on the way, he saw Shao Wu and Li Dashan who were checking the corpses one by one to see if they could still breathe, and if they found them, they would immediately carry them out. Of course, if it was found that it was a tartar, he would cut his neck without saying a word, regardless of whether he was dead or alive.

Ma Zhong's injuries were very serious, half of his face was almost cut off, but he was really dead, but now he couldn't hold on, Guo Yi, who had picked up his life, was bandaging him, crying while wrapping it.

The cavalry battalion sent out some people to search for the young men who had escaped, and they couldn't find all of them for a while, so they could only find one by one. Fortunately, these young people are not stupid, they are all running in the direction of Jinzhou, and they can't run away. Another group of people is searching for Jiannu's war horse weapons.

How to deal with those deserters and people, Shi Dayong couldn't decide for a while. At this time, he was so confused that he just wanted to send those dying soldiers to the last mile, and leave everything else aside.

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Most of the casualties were caused by the impact of the Tartar cavalry, and in addition to those who were directly killed, trampled to death, and hacked to death, nearly 300 soldiers were directly killed by the Tartar bows and arrows, and many were wounded.

Arrow wounds are easy to treat, but those who break their legs and hands can only resign themselves to fate and do their best.

More than a dozen soldiers who were about to die were seriously injured and miserable.

A ten-year-old Changping soldier was cut off by Jiannu immediately, and the upper half of his body was tightly hugged by his companions, and his young face was no longer bloody. Looking at the south with vacant eyes, Xu was thinking about his parents who were far away in the pass.

There is a familiar figure of Shi Dayong, he knows that it is Lao Zhou of Changping Rice Shop, who has only got a baby son when he is over thirty. Now, Lao Zhou's breathing is getting weaker and weaker, and he seems to be a little resentful when he looks at him.

His nose was sour, and his eyes slowly drooped. Shi Dayong didn't dare to face Lao Zhou, he knew that Lao Zhou hated him, because he made Lao Zhou no longer see his four-year-old son.

The vision became more and more blurred, and in a trance, Lao Zhou seemed to see that he was teasing his son with a ractrum, and the shouts of "Dad" were so crisp and so cute.

After exhaling the last breath, Lao Zhou's head drooped, so unwilling and so painful.

Lao Zhou died, died in front of his eyes, and Shi Dayong was in pain. The six hundred Changping soldiers were recruited by him himself, and they were all his fellow countrymen, and any of them died, which made Shi Dayong painful and sad, and he blamed himself more and more.

He had promised these fellow villagers that they would live, but now they were going to die.

"Brothers, I, Shi Dayong, can't stand you, I can't stand you! …”

Tears fell from his eyes again, and the man's cry was heartbreaking.

"Knock knock" I don't know how many kowtows, Shi Dayong's head never lifted, he didn't have the face to see these soldiers, let alone their parents, wives and children.