After a fierce battle, the ground was in chaos, and the bodies of many soldiers who participated in the battle fell to the ground. Many soldiers were carrying wounds and wailing in pain.

"The arrow is poisonous. If you don't deal with it in time, you may have lost your entire life. You have to endure the pain." Suijun Doctor checked the wounds of a soldier and found that the wounds on his arm were black, and even the blood foam that flowed out was black.

"Please cut it off..." The soldier's face turned pale, and he said with all his strength. This decision ruined his life's possibility of making achievements.

It is impossible for a soldier with broken arms to fight on the front line. He can only serve as a mailman or a logistics soldier. He may not be able to serve in the army from now on and can only return home to farm. It is also inconvenient to go home to farm without an arm.

"Don't worry, the military headquarters will count the list of casualties after the war. Your wife, children, and high-ranking families will be taken care of, and you will also receive pensions, and you will not deduct a pension." The doctor comforted the soldier and said to another soldier, "If you bring a wet cloth to block his mouth, it will be very painful later. I'm afraid he can't hold on."

"Okay!" The soldiers next to him rushed to take a wet cloth.

After a while, there was a scream like a pig slaughtering, and blood was pouring on.

Zhao Guirong walked in the camp and saw that the soldiers were scarred by this attack. As the chief general, he could not escape the blame. If it were just a prosecution from the military headquarters, it would be nothing. The lives of the soldiers who died in battle and the lives of the injured soldiers in the future are all a problem.

After they repelled the attacks of the enemy in the dense forest, they chose a flat ground close to the stream as the camp, and temporarily set up camp and dared not advance. If they continued to advance, Zhao Guirong did not know whether the enemy they had just attacked would make a comeback. Now the troops of one of their infantry battalions were greatly lost and their morale became low, which was really impossible to withstand another failure.

"Damn guy, come here to see our general!" Two soldiers pulled a captured local prisoner to meet Zhao Guirong.

The fierce battle just now was not just the casualties of the Jiuzhou Army. The number of casualties on the attack side may not be less than that on the Jiuzhou Army. There were also many local people and Zheng family soldiers who were left alone due to injuries and became prisoners of the Jiuzhou Army.

This local prisoner was only fifteen or sixteen years old, just a young man with blood on his face, as if he was rubbed by a bullet. He looked stubborn and did not bow his head even though he was escorted by the soldiers of the Jiuzhou Army.

"Even the little kids are on the battlefield. What kind of hatred does this tribe have with us?" Zhao Guirong couldn't help but be surprised. Generally, the elderly and children will go together when the village encounters a genocide disaster. In this way, Zhao Guirong himself can't figure it out and does not understand why they have to go together to deal with his group. Even if the Jiuzhou Army is an outsider, he has not done anything too much, let alone he is the first Jiuzhou Army unit to enter the Gaoping area.

"General, don't you know why they came to attack us?" The soldiers who brought the prisoners threw the young prisoner to the ground. The battle just now led to many of their comrades-in-arms, so they were very dissatisfied with these local soldiers who attacked the sneak attack. It would be fine if they didn't kill the prisoners.

"Which village are you from? Why did you attack us for no reason?" Zhao Guirong was also curious that he was caught in the middle of the way and asked the boy.

Next to Zhao Guirong, there are guides hired by Jiuzhou Army who can be used as a translator to let them communicate.

The local boy's eyes widened, and he was full of distrust of Zhao Guirong and said nothing.

"General, why are you polite to him? When we beat him up, we will ensure that he will explain everything." A soldier pulled out the dagger from his waist and gestured at the local teenager.

The local teenager seemed to be excited and shouted excitedly at the soldier and Zhao Guirong.

"The little boy is scolding us." said the native citizen who was translating.

"I heard it. Don't be punished at any time. This will be the place managed by the Jiaozhi Governor's Office in the future. Sooner or later, they will become the people of the Jiaozhi Governor's Office. At least the relationship cannot be too stiff." Zhao Guirong originally wanted to get angry, but he still held back his anger and said patiently, "Take another captive here."

After a while, another prisoner was brought over by soldiers of the Jiuzhou Army. The prisoner had a tattoo on his body and was a middle-aged man. When he saw the captured local teenager, he showed a hint of nervousness and worry in his eyes.

Zhao Guirong saw everything in his eyes, noticed the panic of the middle-aged prisoner, and seemed to have discovered something.

"The general asked me to interrogate him. If Huairou just wants to subdue these barbaric tribes, you must use force to make them surrender." The battalion officer of the First Infantry Battalion also had indirect responsibility when he saw his subordinates suffer heavy losses, and could not help but hate these local people who attacked them to the core.

"No, I'll just interrogate him." Zhao Guirong pulled out the sword at his waist with his right hand, and his military boots stepped on footprints on the muddy ground. The sharp sword made a slash at the middle-aged prisoners.

The middle-aged captive crossed his neck, whispered a word, and then closed his eyes.

"He said he was not afraid of death, and if he wanted to kill, he would kill him." The native citizen in charge of the translation said to Zhao Guirong.

"If you want to kill, kill? Haha, am I so kind? You told him that their village has killed so many of our soldiers. If we don't give us a reasonable explanation, we will go and destroy their entire village." Zhao Guirong said.

Translation of the local people translated Zhao Guirong's words into local dialect, but the middle-aged prisoners were still indifferent and did not hum.

"It's tough enough. I admire you as a man, but I have a way to make you surrender." Zhao Guirong held the long sword in his hand and no longer looked at the middle-aged prisoners, but walked to the young local people on the side. "If you don't tell the information we want to know, I'm afraid I will not be able to control myself and cut off his body with one knife..."

This time the middle-aged man could not be calm. He suddenly opened his eyes and blocked the young prisoner. His eyes glared at Zhao Guirong, as if he was about to spit out fire.

"It seems that I have a good guess. You have a lot of relationships. It seems that I can know the information I want." Zhao Guirong said.

The middle-aged prisoner was very unwilling to give up, but under the threat of Zhao Guirong, he still had to confess the information from his village to save the lives of the young natives.
Chapter completed!