"How's the injury?" Zhu Ming asked.

Li Bao hurriedly stood up, and was pressed down by Zhu Ming again, he said with a smile: "The barbarian's bow and arrow are not so good, they were hit by two arrows, one arrow did not even penetrate the leather armor, and the other arrow only entered the flesh and did not hurt the muscles and bones." However, he was stabbed in the calf, and it was not very convenient to walk. ”

"I'll get you a pair of iron armor next time." Zhu Ming made a guarantee.

Li Bao smiled: "That's very good. ”

Zhu Ming gave a few words of encouragement, and then went to comfort the other wounded.

There were not many Langzhong in the army, and Yu Wenchang took almost all the doctors in Lizhou City away, and also brought some of the apprentices of these doctors.

For the treatment of trauma, Zhu Ming gave several hard rules.

The sackcloth used to bandage the wound must be thrown into water and boiled.

He also prepared some distilled spirits, distilled them repeatedly, and he didn't know what the degree was. Anyway, the wound was first wiped with a boiled linen cloth, then smeared with distilled liquor, and then bandaged with traumatic herbs.

Those breweries in and around the city of Lizhou learned how to distill.

Commoners actually like to drink liquor, compared to rice wine, this thing doesn't cost much money, you can buy wine and get yourself drunk.

Zhu Ming checked the injuries one by one, and said some nonsense that was not nutritious.

Ask the wounded if they are in pain, ask them if they have received enough food, and ask them what difficulties they still have at home.

It's purely coquettish, but the effect is amazing.

Because the soldiers felt that they were valued, the magistrate actually cared about them so much, which was a treatment that had never been treated before.

A lot of grain and livestock were seized, and Zhu Ming had a few heads killed, trying to let the wounded eat a few more pieces of meat.

Due to the small number of soldiers, the people were also making a feint to distract the defenders.

None of these civilians were armoured, and even if they were only feints, they had the highest casualty rate. Regardless of whether they were injured or not, Zhu Ming gave them food as a whole, and also distributed the captured barbarian weapons to them.

The barbarians who surrendered, defected and were captured, 1,500 people were selected and trained as three commanders.

He also gave enough food and promised a reward after the war.

In order to show his sincerity and make great contributions, Zhu Ming gave him a standard strong bow. There are also a few little ghost masters, who reward cloth and other things respectively.

Then some barbarian prisoners were organized into civil husbands to be responsible for carrying supplies.

And those Han people's husbands selected five hundred young men and gave them barbarian weapons, which were converted into auxiliaries on the spot.

The number of troops exceeded 4,000, and there were more than 5,000 including the barbarians.

But he said that the unlucky guy in the horse with 800 elite brute soldiers finally went around to his destination at night, and then found that it was an empty camp.

Biri looked confused and completely confused.

What's the situation?

So he sent people to cross the river and go to the village to ask questions, but as soon as he landed on the shore, he was killed by the night patrol soldiers.

"How did Luo Luo Lang get captured?" Bili didn't understand, and he didn't dare to think about it, so he immediately led the troops to slip away, for fear that he would be left behind by the Han soldiers at dawn.

Deng Chun led the cavalry into the mountains, and returned at nightfall, killing more than 100 barbarians along the way, and capturing dozens of them back to the village.

……

Rear, riverside villages.

Zhang Bo sat down panting, his arms aching from drawing the bow.

The ghost lord Ah Fu, who hid in the mountains, learned that the main force of the Han soldiers had gone away, and immediately returned with his troops to kill. He summoned the young men of the tribes in the nearby mountains, even the children of twelve or thirteen years old, and finally gathered more than 1,400 people.

Zhang Bo only had 200 soldiers in his hands, and a lot of grain was piled up in the bunker, and he also collected clay pots and pots for fresh water in advance.

Enough for them to eat for more than half a month.

The barbarians fought from noon to dark, but they were never able to break through the fortress, but they lost dozens of men themselves.

"Dutou, these barbarians are too unbeatable, and many people can't attack them." The officer under his command said with a grin.

At first, everyone was a little scared, but gradually they became more and more confident.

The barbarian climbed the ladder, and the boring rake pushed the ladder away.

The barbarians attacked from the corridor on the ground floor, facing wolves and spears.

The squad leaders are still standing on the top floor, condescending and constantly shooting arrows.

Although Ah Fu had more than a thousand barbarians in his hands, every time he organized an attack, he could only send thirty or forty people, because no matter how many people there were, he could not attack the position.

Every time he attacked, he couldn't hold out for more than ten minutes, and Zhang Bo led more than a dozen squad leaders to shoot arrows, and he was able to shoot out those barbarians who attacked the fortress.

Zhang Bo said: "The first, second and third teams take turns to be vigilant. The rest of the soldiers hurriedly ate and rested. Tomorrow they will be more prepared for the barbarians to tear down the foundation of the wall, and today they will try to collapse the pillbox. ”

"Yes!"

The next day, in the morning.

The ghost lord Ah Fu organized soldiers to attack again, and failed three times in a row, and the barbarians all had sad faces.

Although they are numerous, their combat effectiveness is not strong, and there are even minors who are temporarily conscripted.

The cage fort was too strong, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and they built it themselves, knowing that they should have cut corners in the first place.

"Abba, you can't fight, you can't hit it again." The eldest son, Norko, complained bitterly.

The second son also said: "The big ghost master has a lot of Su soldiers, let's take the path in the mountains and take the troops to join him." ”

The rest of the barbarian generals also persuaded one after another.

The ghost lord Ah Fu hesitated, and tried to organize an attack in the afternoon, but still lost his troops and made no progress.

The 200 Han soldiers who were responsible for staying behind not only did not appear to be killed, but no one was even injured!

The straight stone bunker, several stories high, where can the brutes get in?

Zhang Bo looked at the barbarians outside and decided to consume another half a day, and he could try a night attack tonight.

The brute soldiers were frustrated for two days in a row, and their morale must have been low. Moreover, there are many barbarian soldiers, and it is difficult to predict that the Han soldiers will take the initiative to kill them, and most of the night attacks tonight will be successful.

"That's not right!"

In the middle of the afternoon, Zhang Bo noticed an abnormality.

After the first attack in the afternoon, the intensity of the brute attack decreased significantly. The defenders fired a few arrows, and the brutes quickly fled.

No matter how much morale drops, it is unlikely that it will fall so quickly.

Taking advantage of the interval between the attacks, Zhang Bo called the team leaders: "I'm afraid the thieves will flee tonight, and they will attack the cage fort in the afternoon, just to confuse us." I'm going to lead my troops out tonight! ”

"Let's keep it, be safe." The one who spoke was a local officer, and his position was the same as that of Zhang Bo.

Zhang Bo shook his head: "Regardless of whether the thief wants to escape or not, I plan to attack at night tonight!" ”

At night, the ghost lord Ah Fu really wanted to leave.

Instead of leaving along the river, he wanted to lead his troops back to the mountains and cross the mountains to join the Busu, but he didn't know that the Busu had already been defeated and fled.

Zhang Bo waited for a long time before coming out with the soldiers.

"Dutou, cage forts elsewhere in the village, sure enough, there is no one, those barbarians have all run away!"

"Hold a torch and search for traces everywhere ahead."

The enemy either left from the south along the banks of the river, or returned the same way and entered the mountains from the east.

There are not many fresh footprints in the south, but there are a lot of traces in the east, and there are even footprints of livestock carrying grain.

"Chase!"

The barbarians walked with military rations, but Zhang Bo accelerated the march.

About midnight, the soldier in charge of the pathfinder came back and reported: "There is a mountain path ahead, and the barbarians are walking very slowly. I climbed up the hill to see, and the barbarians were so old that no matter how many they were, they didn't care about the end. ”

There was a moon tonight, and although I couldn't see people clearly in the moonlight, I could see the army moving.

Moreover, many barbarians even lit torches.

The firelight, which was the farthest away, was two or three miles apart.

Zhang Bo trotted forward with his soldiers.

The ghost lord Ah Fu was holding a horse, and he was actually still hesitating in his heart. He kind of wanted to return to the Han soldiers, and maybe he could still get benefits, but the Han officials were very cunning and always lied to them before, and Ah Fu was afraid that what the Han officials said would not count.

What if he took refuge in the past and was booby-trapped by Han officials afterwards?

The credibility of Han officials is very low in the barbarians.

"Kill!"

At night, I heard the sound of killing.

"Abba, there are pursuers!"

"What?" Ah Fu panicked and reacted for more than ten seconds before ordering, "The whole army turns around, and the front team becomes the rear team." The rear team climbs the hillsides on both sides to defend against the enemy! ”

It was too late, and before Ah Fu's order was delivered, the barbarians who walked at the back had already begun to flee.

They lost two days in a row, their morale was already low, and they were suddenly pursued at night. The first reaction of the barbarians was not to fight, but to flee quickly, and even if someone wanted to fight, they were so shocked by the rout that they could not stand steadily.

The narrow valley paths, the barbarians in a long snake formation, are completely chaotic.

Some of the sluggish guys were even knocked down by friendly forces and then trampled to death.

The two sides engaged in a few minutes, and the number of brute soldiers trampled to death was nearly 100.

When Zhang Bo killed the rear team, all the barbarians fled. Those twelve or thirteen-year-old underage brutes were even more frightened, and some even shouted grandma while fleeing.

There were so many people who were trampled to death that the Han soldiers would occasionally trip over the corpses.

The ghost lord Ah Fu turned over and got on his horse, and the surrounding area was full of routs, and the war horses couldn't speed up at all, so they could only abandon the horse and leave, and they were carried away by the routs.

There are also many barbarians, seeing that the road ahead is impassable, they are busy climbing up the hillside, just trying to escape from the battlefield as soon as possible to save their lives.

Zhang Bo led his troops to pursue for five or six miles in one go, until he was so tired that the whole army was out of breath, and then he stopped to clean up the battlefield.

Along the way, collect the armor, livestock, horses, and food dropped by the enemy, and also cut off the left ear of the brute to calculate the number.

After dawn, the calculation was finally clear.

None of the Han soldiers died, and even the unlucky ones who were injured were not caused by fighting.

In total, more than 600 ears were cut off, and dozens were captured.

Zhang Bo looked at those immature faces, and really couldn't bear it, he was here to fight, not to exterminate the clan. After thinking about it, he said, "Put the children back and collect their weapons." The rest of the captives were all brought back to be taken into custody. By the way, let these children go back and pass the message, saying that if the ghost lord of this place, Ah Fu, is willing to surrender with his subordinates, he will not be guilty of his previous mistakes, and he will have the opportunity to make meritorious contributions. ”

In the evening of the same day, the ghost lord Ah Fu came with some remnants of the soldiers, first asked the soldiers to lay down their weapons, and then led several sons to kneel in front of the bunker to confess.

He was completely subdued, and suffered heavy losses, and he could no longer resist the officers and soldiers.

"Ah Fu is willing to listen to the words of the Han officials and is willing to be loyal to the Han emperor!" The ghost lord Ah Fu kowtowed repeatedly.

Zhang Bo listened to the words of the translator of the army, stepped forward to support this person alone, and said with a pleasant face: "The leader knows that mistakes can be corrected, which is excellent." As long as there is no more trouble in the future, you will be able to keep your glory and wealth, and your village will still be under your control, so take the soldiers to fight me. ”

(End of chapter)