Chapter 469 The casualties of the Hu Ben Army...

Brother Wei suddenly said to the side: "Meng Xia, what good thing?"

Meng Xia's voice said, "It's nothing, just a short golden knife."

Liu Mang hurriedly turned around, jumped three times, came to Meng Xia's side, reached out and took the short knife over, looked carefully, and found that it was not much different from the other two short knives. In fact, the three short knives, except for the gold inlaid on them, were nothing special. To be honest, it might be worse than the daggers carried by the sniper.

In fact, the weapons of the Tartars are far less exquisite than those of the Han people. They have always liked to use the weapons of the Han people, except for bows and arrows. In fact, weapons such as bows and crossbows are much better made by the Han people. It is only because the Han people have been influenced by strange skills and lack of attention to craftsmen, which has led to the stagnation of technology. There are rumors that many Tartars' bows and arrows are actually made by the Han people in Liaodong.

"What are you doing? You don't need to do anything to clean the battlefield. You all go back to have a meal and take a break! All things that do not belong to you will be handed over to Keng Cang, don't play it boring!"

Lu Yidian's voice came from afar.

They hurriedly retreated from the pile of dead people.

Liu Mang looked at the three golden short swords in his hand, and was really reluctant to let go. However, there was no way. If this thing was hidden privately, it would definitely be a slap. While he was looking forward to rewarding himself with such a short sword in a few days, he reluctantly handed over the three golden short swords to Su Yi, the team leader of the Keng Camp.

Su is also a famous humorous figure in the entire army and knows Liu Mang. When Liu Mang first joined the Hu Ben Army, he served in the army. Su Yi naturally knew about Liu Mang's personality. Seeing Liu Mang handed over three golden short swords, Su Yi smiled exaggeratedly and said, "Liu Mang, have you found ten? Only three?"

Liu Mang suddenly blushed and said anxiously: "Old Captain, do you think I am such a backward person? I won't hide the spoils privately! Brother Wei doesn't want to hand over, so I'll mobilize him to hand over obediently. We can't make mistakes, right?"

Su Yi smiled and shook his head. I don’t know what kind of nature you are. What mobilization is to mobilize Brother Wei to mobilize and hand over? It sounds nice, but it’s almost the same. However, he was so busy that he was dying and had no time to argue with Liu Mang. He took over three golden short swords in a regular manner, then registered them on the case, and finally said: “Okay.”

Liu Mang glanced at three golden short swords and then left reluctantly.

Su Yi looked at Liu Mang's back and shook his head with a smile. If this kid seized three golden short swords and all three were automatically handed over, it would have made some progress. The Hu Ben Army is really a melting pot, and even this kid's ideological awareness has improved. It is really not easy. When his ideological awareness is really improved, this guy is indeed a good killer.

Subconsciously looking back at the three golden short swords, Su Yi found that these three golden short swords were indeed the most valuable spoils on the entire battlefield. Ordinary Tartars basically had nothing valuable on them. Most of the spoils collected at present were weapons such as swords, guns, bows and arrows. The Hu Ben Army was not useful, and no one wanted them to sell them to others. There were also helmets, armor, wrist guards, knee guards, leg guards, etc. Unfortunately, the Hu Ben Army did not equip armor, so these things were not useful, so they could only be collected and processed as scrap iron was returned to the furnace.

The most useful ones are the leather products of Tartars, leather boots, leather hats, etc. Due to geographical location, the quality of the fur on Tartars is still very good. Especially those white-armored soldiers and red-armored soldiers have very good quality. Either bear skin or tiger skin, and the worst one is otter skin. After gathering together, they are handed over to professionals for reprocessing, which is a brand new fur coat.

"Brothers! Move quickly!"

"Everyone clear out of the battlefield quickly, otherwise the Tartars will have no place to lie down!"

"We are the most enthusiastic about greeting the Tartars. If you don't ask them to stand or sit, just ask them to lie down! Lying comfortably!"

Su Yi clapped his palms hard and shouted loudly.

The soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield couldn't help laughing when they heard him shouting, and they were naturally very enthusiastic about their work. However, there were too many Tartar corpses and rebel corpses on the battlefield. They had to carry one of them and several turns back. But at this time, it was already completely dark and they needed to light a torch to work, so the speed was naturally slower.

Zhang Zhun stood outside the city gate, holding a thousand-mile mirror to examine the situation around him. The night had completely fallen and the moon had come out. The moonlight in early July was only a small one, and the moonlight was very weak. Because it was weak, it looked particularly cold.

In terms of date, it should be early autumn, and the climate is still very hot. Everyone in the Hu Ben Army's military uniforms are actually wet. However, whether it is the soldiers who are cleaning the battlefield or the soldiers who are responsible for standing guard, they all look very excited, and let the sweat flow continuously. For them, winning is the best stimulant.

"grown ups."

Zhang Zhun suddenly heard someone calling him behind him.

Looking back, it turned out to be Mr. Mao Shunjiang.

"Is there something wrong?"

Zhang Zhun said in confusion.

"Sir, they all want to come out and have a look... help by the way..."

Old man Mao Shunjiang said begging.

"Look? Help?"

Zhang Zhun was stunned for a moment, and then understood.

The people Mao Shunjiang mentioned should refer to the civilians in the city. When they were fighting just now, they had been hiding in the Hidden War Cave and did not know the situation outside. Now that the battle is over, I must have heard that there are Tartars' corpses outside, so I wanted to come out to check it out, which is also to verify it. Perhaps many people still don't believe that all the three Tartars' Niulu were destroyed.

"OK!"

"Everything comes out!"

Zhang Zhun said readily.

"Okay!"

The old man Mao Shunjiang was overjoyed and hurriedly expressed his gratitude, and then went happily.

After a while, Mao Shunjiang, Chen Guoxi, Shi Zhenshan and other old men came out of the city with those thousand civilians. As a result, as soon as they left the city, they were shocked by the scene in front of them. Everyone rushed up to see more clearly with the help of the flames and moonlight. Obviously, they really didn't expect that there were so many Tartar corpses outside the city.

"It's really a large army of the Tartars!"

"So many Tartars... I have never seen so many Tartars in Liaodong... Who has seen them?"

"I have never seen it. I have seen the most Tartar corpses at one time, only more than thirty. In order to eliminate these thirty Tartars, more than 200 brothers died, and our boss was unfortunately killed."

Many civilians couldn't help but mutter to themselves. Many of these civilians, themselves or their parents, had been to Liaodong and fought with the Tartars. They had heard and witnessed the cruelty of the Tartars more. The Ming army fought with the Tartars, which did not mean that they had never eliminated the Tartars. However, every time the Ming army eliminated the Tartars, there were either a few or dozens, or hundreds, that would be a great victory. In order to eliminate the Tartars, the Ming army often had to pay several times the losses of the Tartars.

However, outside the city of Huangxian, what they saw were hundreds of Tartar corpses. The Tartars were lying there in different postures, obviously they could not die anymore. These vicious Tartars were like wolves and tigers in Liaodong, and seven or eight Ming troops could only change to another Tartar. However, in front of the Tiger Army, they seemed to be as fragile as tofu. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have believed nothing.

"Governor, do we... suffer many casualties?"

Some civil servants asked Zhang Zhun curiously.

"Our casualties... Yang Qianqiang, how many casualties are we? Are there any statistics?"

Zhang Zhun raised his voice and shouted.

"Sir, we were not killed or injured by the Tartars. There were two soldiers in the artillery battalion who were accidentally burned by the flying dragon cannon. After taking medicine, there should be no major problem."

Yang Qianqiang replied loudly next to him.

"Two people were burned."

Zhang Zhun casually said to the people.

"Ah? Just two people were burned..."

"Kill so many Tartars..."

The civilians look at me, and I look at you, but they don’t know what to say. The Tartars who killed three Niulu, only two of the Hu Ben Army were injured, or they were accidentally burned. If this matter was told, it would definitely be regarded as a lunatic. They were standing on the battlefield now, and they all felt it was very absurd, let alone the crowds in the rear.

At the beginning of the battle, the hearts of these civilians were still rising and falling. After all, the combat effectiveness of the Tartars is obvious to all. Huangxian does not have a particularly tall and solid city wall, and it cannot stop the Tartars' attack at all. If the Tiger Army cannot support it and the Tartars really break into the city, they will definitely be massacred by the Tartars. Therefore, they cannot help but worry.

Now, they no longer have any concerns. So many Tartars have not yet approached the walls of Huang County, and they have been completely wiped out. Even if the number of Tartars is several times larger, they cannot break through Huang County. Since the Tartars cannot break through Huang County, it is unlikely to enter Laizhou Prefecture. This task that originally thought was very risky has become a capital that can be shown to others in the future. Hehe, it is very rare to see so many Tartar corpses!

"Everyone can help!"

"Help the Hu Ben Army clear the battlefield as soon as possible!"

Mao Shunjiang shouted loudly.

The civilians went forward excitedly to help clear the battlefield. There were so many Tartar corpses that needed to be transported, and they didn't feel troublesome at all, but they felt energetic. It was really not easy to see so many Tartar corpses. If it were in Liaodong, such a victory would be absolutely amazing. According to the fifty taels of silver in the head of each Tartar, the three Niulu Tartars were worth tens of thousands of taels of silver!

"Sir, do you want to cut off the Tartars' head?"

Yang Qianqiang came up to ask for instructions.

Zhang Zhun shook his head.

No need.

No matter how many Tartars are killed, no one will give him any rewards. What should the Tartars' head do?

It was not until the hour of the night that all the battlefields were cleaned up. The battlefields were counted, and there were a total of 633 corpses of rebels and 849 corpses of Tartars. Since there were a considerable number of corpses that could not be distinguished, these two numbers may have to be added forty or fifty to be the exact number of enemies annihilated. All the spoils seized on the scene were also transferred.

Yang Qianqiang came up to ask the Tatars' corpses how to deal with them. In the war at that time, there were only two ways to deal with the enemy's corpses. One was to bury them on the spot, and the other was to pile them up and burn them. Because there were too many corpses from the enemy, no matter which way of handling them, it was a big project!

"Find a place, dig a big hole, and bury it!"

Zhang Zhun said slowly.

It is definitely not possible to place so many Tartar corpses on the wild ground. The weather is hot and the corpses will soon rot, and the battlefield must be cleaned up as soon as possible. Otherwise, the stench of the corpse alone can suffocate the entire Huang County. The stench caused by burning the corpses will also suffocate. Besides, you can't find so much firewood to waste at once. It is better to dig a hole and bury it.

"clear!"

Yang Qianqiang arranged for personnel to go.

As a result, the thousand civilians were gathered together and took action temporarily. They found a place outside the south gate of Huang County, dug several large pits, and then pushed the corpse into it and covered it with soil. In order to prevent wild wolves or wild boars from digging out the corpse and dragging it everywhere, Yang Qianqiang asked to dig the pit very deep, and the corpse was covered with at least one foot of soil.

After giving Yang Qianqiang instructions, Zhang Zhun returned to the city. At this time, it was almost midnight. The moonlight in the sky became even colder. The hot night gradually became cooler. The sea breeze blowing from Laizhou Bay kept blowing from the north, taking away the smell of heat and gunpowder. Except for the soldiers on duty, the other troops of the Hu Ben Army had fallen asleep.

The whole Huang County still sounds very quiet, with only cicadas constantly chirping. These cicadas seem to know that summer is coming and autumn is coming. They can't scream for a few days, so they all screamed desperately. The sentries on duty have an extra task, which is to chase cicadas. They want to drive away all cicadas around the barracks to avoid affecting the soldiers' sleep.

Even though it was midnight, Zhang Zhun still had a lot to be busy with.

First of all, the cavalry's combat arrangements.
Chapter completed!