The battlefield was in a mess. In addition to the mountain of soldiers and armor, there were also corpses overlapping each other on the battle line and the whining wounded soldiers. According to the organization, each soldier had two medical and military personnel, and there were 20 to 30 stretchers under the medical and military personnel. Once the Chu soldiers fell seriously injured and fell to the ground, the medical and military personnel would snatch people out of the array, stop bleeding, and classify and carry the injured soldiers to the medical tent near the military service.

Due to insufficient anesthesia, many surgeries in the medical tent are directly forced. The soldiers were first filled with a few sips of strong alcohol and then pressed on the operating table to operate. It is inevitable to wail and struggle, but the strong soldiers around them are pressed to death. The surgery is mostly cleaning and suture. In addition to arrows, there are few foreign objects in the wound. In addition, bone cleavage is the most common trauma, especially those soldiers with malnutrition are most likely to have fractures.

Of course, these are far from enough. Many soldiers were already unconscious due to blood loss when they were sent to the medical tent. Some of them fell into ischemia and coma after some operations. It is extremely important to replenish blood. This is also the time for blood people to cry. Although they are not dead, they only feel that their livelihood is about to fail when they see their blood being continuously drawn away.

"I have seen the king, I have seen the king." Xiong Jing rushed to the medical account so quickly and was surprised. The Chu army had already entered the city, and everyone thought that the king had also entered the city.

"How?" Xiong Jing changed into clothes at this time. The battle was commanded by him, and the death of each Chu soldiers was directly related to him.

"There are more than 1,700 minor and serious injuries." The military officer in the medical tent bowed quietly. He paused for a moment before speaking in a smaller voice: "There are four hundred and fifty-two dead."

Most of the causes of the deaths of injured soldiers were blood loss. Xiong Jing prepared sufficient blood for this attack on Qi. Although there were many injured soldiers, very few people died due to injuries. The final death to more than 1,700 injured soldiers is likely to be less than 100. In this way, the total number of casualties and deaths in the entire battle will be about 1,800.

Xiong Jing shook his head repeatedly after thinking inward. He had tried his best to control the deaths, but the deaths were still more than the casualties. This was winter, and if it was summer, the deaths would be greater.

"Our army won a great victory in this battle, and few people died in battle." Zhuang Wudi and Xiong Jing visited the medical account together. He was not only not sad about the casualties of the Chu army, but was a little happy. In the era of cold weapons, the death rate of the victorious army has always been very low, not more than 5%, but it is rare to be so low. This is mainly because of the sufficient nutrition, excellent armor, reasonable tactics and perfect medical care. In addition, there are differences in the mortality rates of using savage spears and using swords and shields. The mortality rate of all weapons is the lowest.

"No matter how many casualties or injuries are, the people of Chu are bleeding." Xiong Jing had no joy of victory. He died nearly two thousand people. Even if Qi's reforms were successful, he would only get a Qi that could defend himself. It was equivalent to saying that Chu could get nothing after this war, but was just stopping the loss to prevent Qi's manpower and material resources from being used by Qin to attack Chu.

"I'm wrong." Zhuang Wudi was immediately ashamed. He thought that the 30,000 Ying army was defeated by his enemies who were almost ten times his own. This glory alone was already very satisfying. Unexpectedly, Xiong Jing didn't care about glory, but only cared about the blood of the Chu people.

When he was ashamed, the military officer gave Xiong Jing another number, namely the number of deaths of the nobles and Yushi. Xiong Jing brows tighter after seeing this. These are the backbone of the Ying army. The deaths of these people cannot be supplemented in a short period of time, and they can only wait for their children to grow up. However, there were a few nobles, Yushi went to war with him shortly after their wedding, and they had no children.

No children, no children...

"So quickly pass to the Medical Yin!" Xiong Jing scratched his head heavily, and a thought suddenly flashed out of his mind.

The doctor Yin Li was undergoing surgery. The king was urged to say that he had only appeared in front of Xiong Jing after the operation. Xiong Jing saw that he was a little uncomfortable, but time was tight and he didn't care about so much. He said bluntly: "Break open their **, take out **, add milk and freeze and then send it to Muling Pass."

"Ah?!" Yingli was so shocked that she fell to the ground when she heard this.

"Break through their **, take out **, add milk and freeze it and then send it to Muling Pass." Xiong Jing repeated again. He treated the nobles who died in battle and the monks as stallions. According to the popular science that Xiong Jing saw, in ancient times, ice could be used for preservation without liquid nitrogen. glycerin did not have milk, which is the nutrient for cell survival. However, compared with liquid nitrogen, the shelf life of using ice is shorter. It is possible for a few days or more days, and it is a horse. It is only genius to know how long it can be preserved by a human.

In order to allow these newly married nobles and the Yushi to leave their children, Xiong Jing treated the dead as a stallion. Linzi found the most elite knight to ride the sweat-blooded horse and quickly went to Muling Pass. At the same time, he released a pigeon and asked Yingdu to travel day and night to send their wives and concubines to Muling Pass. Calculate the time to perform artificial insemination. There are always a few who can get pregnant. If they can't get pregnant, they will just run for a while.

"You still haven't done it?" Xiong Jing said again. At this time, Yingli also understood Xiong Jing's intention and hurried in. After entering, he remembered something and ran out again: "There is no ice in the tent!"

"Wu Bing?" Xiong Jing was stunned, but fortunately, Zhuang Wudi reminded: "King, there should be ice in the Linzi Palace."

"Go and get the ice!" Xiong Jing said anxiously, "Summon Gui Jing again. Let the entire army investigate the military status, and the newlyweds will be killed. The unmarried people will quickly report to the shogunate."

"Ye." Xiong Jing's orders came one by one, as if fighting. The shogunate's arms were busy running again. The ice was quickly taken, and the aristocrats fell and Yushi's marriage was quickly figured out. Thirty-three small Lu Li bottles were put into wooden boxes filled with ice. The wooden boxes were wrapped heavily with fur and silk floss, and finally carried them on Xiang Chao's back.

"Do you know what this is?" Xiong Jing asked worriedly when he saw the wooden box on his back.

"I know. This is the descendant of the dead robe." Xiang Chao's face was even more solemn than the rushing forward. While waiting, he had already briefly understood what was contained in Lu Li's bottle. He didn't understand anything. He only heard the witch say that the things contained in it could make the wives and concubines of the dead robe conceived their descendants. Only by leaving their descendants can they be sacrificed.

"Serious." Xiang Chao's statement was nothing wrong. Xiong Jing handed him all the prepared talismans, orders and documents, "The official road was full of Qi army, and he changed into Qi soldiers' armor to travel."

On the 11th day of Pingjue in Linzi, reinforcements from Muling Pass must have arrived. Xiong Jing was worried that Xiang Chao, who was wearing Chu Jia, would be intercepted by them. Unexpectedly, Xiang Chao said confidently: "The king's horse is a thousand-mile horse, and the soldiers of Qi are not as good as me."

"How about you reach Muling Pass?" Xiong Jing asked again.

"There is a way to Muling Pass." Xiang Chao smiled, bowed deeply and then said back. After a moment, there was a horse-shot sound outside the tent, and the sound of the hooves became farther and farther away.

"If this matter is done, our army..." In Zhuang Wudi's opinion, giving birth is a very mysterious thing, but the king can make the dead leave their children. This is an incredible and unimaginable thing. Absolute sacrifice is a more terrifying thing than destroying a country or destroying a family. If the people who died in battle are not allowed to sacrifice the sacrifice, if they can be carried out to the entire army, their morale will inevitably be greatly boosted.

Zhuang Wudi thought about the soldiers of the entire army, but Xiong Jing thought of Confucianism from this. The Confucian clan is based on blood ties. The difference between it and religion lies in the blood ties that the clan emphasizes, and religion emphasizes faith. The former is innate, while the latter is acquired.

Although the clan has slaves, adopted sons, etc., it is impossible to include everyone in the scope of the clan. Different religions are different. A country can believe in one religion at the same time. But if the method of breeding war horses is used for reproduction, assuming that semen can be taken every three days, 3,600 conceived in 30 years, the success rate of breeding is taken half, and the mortality rate of infants is taken half, and a noble can give birth to nine hundred children in his lifetime.

Half of men are 450 people, and 450 sons can reproduce and give birth to 200,000 children, while half of men are 100,000. Assuming that the conceived women are sufficiently well-suited, the third generation of children will have as many as one million, and the fourth generation of children will exceed the total population of the earth.

Xiong Jing suddenly felt that this idea was very evil, but he also felt that it was much more meaningful than being an emperor and expanding territory. With Confucianism as the ruling concept, the son's social hierarchy was determined based on the status of his mother, thus establishing an increasingly large number of blood clans. Wars were like the Mongols, and all adult men were killed, and male children were castrated as slaves, leaving only women who could give birth to children. Only such colonization was truly colonized.

"King..." A gloomy look suddenly appeared on the king's face, and Zhuang Wudi was shocked. Fortunately, Xiong Jing quickly returned to normal.

"How about the surgery for quitting?" Xiong Jing asked Zhuang Quji. His condition was very bad. One of his eyes was stabbed by a halberd, and his bones were broken several times. He was pierced by a mail while rushing on his thigh. He fought for a long time and continued to bleeding.

"Report to the king, General Zhuang has been transfusion after the operation." The medical tent is still undergoing surgery, but only the military officers answered.

"Where is he?" Xiong Jing had visited many injured soldiers, and Zhuang Quji had been undergoing surgery.

"Please, the king." The military officer took Xiong Jing to an empty tent. He walked outside the tent but stopped and said, "It is better not to disturb me. After getting out of the quake, he quickly told me to the unspoken ones."

The former palace chief now was Zhuang Quji, and Xiong Jingjue didn't want him to die.

"Yes." The military officer bowed urgently. He knew the weight of Zhuang Quji. If Zhuang Quji passed away, he would be the highest nobleman who died in this battle.

"Report to the king, Jixia sacrificed wine and Chunyu Yue to ask for a visit." As soon as the medical account was released, a commissar came forward to bow to him, and the first one was Jixia Academy's sacrificial wine and Chunyu Yue.

At this time, the news that the King of Chu wanted to carry out reforms in Qi had spread throughout half of Linzi, and most court officials were uneasy. They had heard of what kind of political system the Chu State implemented. Now the King of Chu wanted to implement the barbaric system in Qi State. In the past, they must try their best to oppose it. But now they are surrendered ministers. Since they are surrendered ministers, what capital does they have to bargain?
Chapter completed!