Yang Huan is still counting the specific losses of infantry, but most of them are similar to those estimated by Wei Xuewen.

In the past two days, the number of casualties caused by the Jin army's Inlaid White Banner Division to the Ming army was more than the losses in the Battle of Anpinghe River.

The yellow-toothed braids chased the Ming army as if they had taken crazy medicine, and they could change two or three groups of troops to attack the Ming army in a day.

This led to the Xiao army breaking through the Anping River, which has lost nearly 500 soldiers in just over 100 miles. The soldiers who were injured in the Battle of Anping River finally followed the troops out of the encirclement, but fell one by one on the way home.

"So, there are less than 700 people in total, right?"

Xiao Bozhi shook his head and sighed. Although he had known that the retreat was difficult to walk, the casualties still made the veteran who followed Yang Hao to expedition to North Korea feel sad.

There were only 1,500 people coming, but now there are less than 700 left, and more than half of them are missing. This battle was so miserable!

"General, our casualties are a little bigger, but it's not easy for Jiannu to live."

Wei Xuewen has always called Xiao Bozhi "General". Even though the governor asked by the other party and his thirteenth uncle had not yet been implemented, his official position was actually just the fifth-rank Yizhou garrison. Before that, he was only the sixth-rank Jianzhou Beiyu.

The official title of guarding is far from being called a general, but Wei Xuewen still calls Xiao Bozhi this because Uncle Thirteen attaches great importance to this person.

Even Uncle Thirteen even said that he was far inferior to Xiao Bozhi. If God gave him another chance, he would not let Xiao Bozhi steal the reputation of the Seven Hate.

Sometimes Uncle Thirteen's words are profound and makes people feel confused and confused. But this does not affect Xuewen's words as an imperial edict.

Moreover, he was willing to call Xiao Bozhi this way. This bearded man has two tricks when fighting, and it is not comparable to those guys from ordinary guards.

Not far away, a soldier who was injured in an arrow on his leg climbed up the cart with difficulty. He did not ask the people around him to help because those people wanted to carry those who could not move the wounded into the car.

The corpses of soldiers who died in battle were carried to several large chariots. Xiao Bozhi ordered that the bodies of the dead soldiers not be discarded, and he wanted to take them back, even if they were souls.

Most of the casualties of the Ming army were caused by the impact of the Jin cavalry. Apart from those who were directly hit, trampled, and chopped, the rest were mostly shot directly by the Jin soldiers' bows and arrows, and many were injured. Arrow injuries were easy to cure, but those who had broken legs and hands could only leave the will and do their best.

In Wei Xuewen's sight, a soldier who was about the same age as him had his head hanging down on the carriage, and his young face had no trace of blood.

Xiao Bozhi also saw the young soldier, and he was speechless.

Dozens of fresh life that were still following his steps towards the south in the team a few half an hour ago, they lost their vitality and lay motionless on the car. No matter how a person Xiao Bozhi was used to life and death, his expression became solemn, and his chest felt uncomfortable as if he was blocked.

Seeing that the general was in a low mood, Wei Xuewen hesitated on the side and said, "General, some brothers are afraid that they will not be able to do it anymore. Do you want to go over and take a look?"

"Go and send them a ride,"

Xiao Bozhi waved his hand to calm down his low mood and said in a deep voice: "Brothers, after all, came out with Mr. Xiao, but now he can't take them back. He has to look at them for the last time before leaving."

............

The seriously injured and dying soldiers were placed behind the team. Xiao Bozhi and Wei Xuewen passed by, and the soldiers saluted one after another.

In the fields on both sides, Ming soldiers were checking one by one for any corpses to breathe. If they found out that they were all alone, they would be lifted out immediately.

If he found a yellow-toothed braid, he would cut his neck without saying a word, regardless of whether he was dead or alive.

"Pick up everything you can use, take off the armor on the dead man's body, don't leave it for Jiannu!"

"Search carefully. If you take all the bows and arrows, you will still need to use them later!"

“…”

Lai San was taking people to pick up the weapons and things that Jiannu had discarded. When he saw Xiao Bozhi and Eunuch Wei's nephew Xuewen came over, he hurriedly said hello.

Xiao Bozhi nodded to Lai San and signaled him to work hard on his own.

Wei Xuewen recognized Lai San as a native of his hometown. He gave Lai San a look, meaning that General Xiao was in a bad mood now, so he told Lai San not to talk too much.

"General, they..."

The person responsible for caring for the seriously injured and dead injured was Zhou Xiaoqi. He had just wiped away his tears because among these seriously injured, his subordinate Shi Dayong.

"Your surnamed Shi, you can't keep your word. You said you would go to Peak Island with me to marry my eldest sister... How could you keep your word? I promised to marry you, I agreed..."

Bayin, who was born in the Eight Banners Mongolian army, was crying with this guy who always likes to take advantage of him.

Shi Dayong was seriously injured. He was slashed in the face by a yellow-toothed braided soldier while protecting Bayin.

The knife cut very deeply, almost cutting off half of Shi Dayong's face.

This kind of injury cannot be saved even if the gods come.

The semi-unconscious Shi Dayong may still have some consciousness. His fingers trembled slightly, and his mouth, which was covered in blood and had a mouth wide open, seemed to want to open and say something, but he was unable to make a sound after all.

"General!"

Bayin looked up at Xiao Bozhi who was walking to him, and kept sobbing.

Xiao Bozhi looked at Shi Dayong lying on the cart. He knew this person, and he was the one who went to Jinchang not long ago.

He is a man of kindness!

“Go along the way.”

Xiao Bozhi leaned over and whispered in the brave soldier's ear, knowing that the other party was dead.

Next to him, Wei Xuewen suddenly rushed to the third carriage and stared at a seriously injured person on it, his hands trembling constantly.

That person, Wei Xuewen knew, was Fan Laoer from the next village, and was also the first group of his thirteenth uncle who signed up for the army when he returned to his hometown to recruit soldiers.

Fan Laoer's family was very poor. They only got married after being over thirty. The wife gave birth to two sons for him. In order to support these two sons, Fan Laoer had no choice but to join the army.

Because he was a soldier from Eunuch Wei's hometown and the first Imperial Army to join, although Fan Laoer has not been promoted in recent years as well as those who have been associated with Eunuch Wei, he has also raised the flag of the general.

When Wei Xuewen met him last time, Fan Laoer said that if he made some military achievements this time, he would be afraid that he would be promoted to a hundred households, so he would ask for leave and go back to take a look.

Wei Xuewen said at that time that if Fan Lao Er wanted to go back, he would bring some things back. Unexpectedly, Fan Lao Er could never go back and could never see his two sons again.

Fan Lao Er was seriously injured and his breathing became weaker and weaker. He had already closed his eyes and seemed to feel someone looking at him.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyes were blurred.

In a trance, Fan Laoer seemed to see his two sons jumping with pirated drums.

The shouting of "Dad" is so crisp, so cute, so heart-wrenching.

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

Wei Xuewen burst into tears.

He always thought that he was very strong and would never cry because of life and death. Because there was no immortality in the army and war. He would cry because he knew people and died. It would be better to pack up and go back to his hometown to farm.

But this time, he really cried.

"Brother Fan, second brother Fan..."

Wei Xuewen knelt in front of Fan Laoer and kowtowed three times "dongdongdongdongdongdong".

He felt guilty. If it weren't for Uncle Thirteen, Fan Laoer might be busy working in the field with his two sons in his arms and would not have died in Liaodong, thousands of miles away.

This is the old Wei family that I’m sorry to Fan Laoer!

Men's tears do not shed lightly.

Whether it is determined to serve the country on the battlefield, whether it is determined not to give the old Wei family or to embarrass Uncle Thirteen, no matter how great his ambition or great ambition, it is not as unforgettable as Fan Laoer's body in front of him.

For the first time, he truly felt the taste of death and the pain of war.

"Well!"

The long whistle made the nearby soldiers stop what was happening and stare blankly at the place where the sound came.

Wei Xuewen's actions made Xiao Bozhi move. He is also a human being, a living person. He cannot really ignore the lives of soldiers and the death of soldiers.

But he is the chief general, and he is also responsible for his living subordinates.
Chapter completed!