"Shu Feng is right. Even if there are guns and hairy guns now, many soldiers will die!"

Wang Ben couldn't help but feel regretful when he thought of the soldiers who died on the battlefield.

"You guys guess, how many are there? Just one approximate!"

Ying Zheng continued to ask.

"Uh... even if there are few troops, more than 10,000 people will be killed, and 10,000 or 20,000 people will be injured, right?"

This is the least state in Feng Quji's mind.

It is already a very successful success to sacrifice ten thousand people to achieve such a great victory!

"No, no, no, my Qin Dynasty is now strong, and it is impossible for such a large number of casualties. According to my guess, the most five thousand people were killed, and only more than ten thousand people were injured!"

Zhang Han looked at Ying Zheng's proud expression and made a bold guess.

"Well! With the cover of hot weapons, the soldiers don't have to go up and attack with real swords and guns. Five thousand deaths are almost done!"

Wang Ben nodded and agreed with Zhang Han's opinion.

"I think I want seven or eight thousand!"

"I am aware of six or seven thousand..."

The ministers all started to speculate.

But Ying Zheng smiled and shook his head, as if he was very proud.

Then he raised his eyebrows and looked at Ying Feiyu beside him.

"Feiyu, come and guess..."

However, before he finished speaking, he found that Xiao Zhengta was leaning on the chair and sleeping soundly.

From time to time, I never forget to slap my lips, and it seems that I sleep very sweetly!

"Flying Feather!"

"Flying Feather!"

Ying Zheng said louder and his tone became worse and worse.

Seeing this, Jingfu quickly ran to Ying Feiyu and patted him gently twice, "Your Highness the Crown Prince! Your Highness the Crown Prince?"

"Hmm? What's wrong? Have you gone to the court?"

Ying Feiyu seemed to be sleeping in a daze, and stood up in a daze and was about to walk out.

"Ahem...!"

Ying Zheng coughed twice to remind him.

"Uh...! Father? What's wrong?"

Ying Feiyu turned his head and saw his scumbag father's big face, as if someone owed him millions of gold.

"You kid are so embarrassed to ask what's wrong? The morning court has just begun, and you kid is going to bed. Do you still have my father in your eyes, and do you have my great Qin Dynasty?"

Ying Zheng became bigger and bigger as he spoke, and directly put the Qin hat on Ying Feiyu's head.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty, let us guess how many deaths and injuries of our Qin army will be held in this great victory!"

Seeing Ying Zheng getting angry, Zhang Han quickly reminded Ying Feiyu and diverted Ying Zheng's sight.

"How many casualties?"

Ying Feiyu was confused, as if he had not come out of the beautiful dream just now, and his thoughts were not clear.

"Yes! The good news from General Han and General Cao have been sent to the court. The Qiang and Yelang royal cities have been broken. The army is about to arrive in Xianyang soon. Your Majesty asks us to guess how many casualties were there in the Qin army this time!"

"Shangshu Feng guessed that he died 10,000 yuan and injured more than 10,000 yuan! I and Shangshu Zhang guessed that he died 5,000 yuan and injured more than 10,000 people. The other ministers guessed that the results were similar! Your Highness, what do you think?"

Meng Yi and Wang Ben also spoke one after another, trying to lead Ying Feiyu to the military.

"What? Ten thousand deaths?"

Ying Feiyu frowned and looked at Feng Quji.

"Yeah! That's right! This is just my guess. I don't know the specific number!"

Feng Quji bowed and said.

"You can take it down! Don't say ten thousand. If Han Xin and Cao Shen dare to sacrifice a thousand people for me, where will they get out of here? Don't come back to embarrass the prince!"

Ying Feiyu rolled his eyes and returned to his chair staggeringly.

"What? One thousand men? Are these two armies?"

Feng Quji stared at Xiao Zhengta in disbelief.

"Yes! Is this unlikely? No more than five hundred people died in each army? Who can do this?"

"Well, that's right! It's rare for two generals Han and Cao to take down the Qiang tribe and the Southwest Yi so smoothly. It's really a bit difficult to keep their deaths within 500 people!"

Other ministers also spoke one after another, thinking that this matter was impossible.

If the two generals are criticized because the death toll exceeds one thousand, who will dare to lead troops to war in the future?

"Of course I know that these are two armies, and it is precisely because they are two armies that they are allowed to keep the death toll within one thousand!"

After being disturbed, Ying Feiyu's sleepiness was driven away, he sat upright and started to get along with Feng Quji.

"Crown Prince, stop joking. How many people will have to be killed or injured when fighting in groups? The two countries are fighting, and hundreds of thousands of people are often controlled within one thousand people. How is this possible?"

Feng Quji curled his lips, obviously not believing it.

He wanted to refute what Wang Ben and the others said about five or six thousand, let alone these thousand people!

"Although the Qiang people have a large territory, they are all nomadic peoples. Each tribe cannot have hundreds of thousands of such troops unless they are sent to mobilize them! But the previous good news also said that Han Xin divided the 50,000 troops into three

The road, attacking together, does not give them time to mobilize troops at all, so there will be no phenomenon of 50,000 people fighting hundreds of thousands!"

"Not to mention the Southwest Yi, they are all small countries, and no matter which one of them can afford hundreds of thousands of troops! It would be even more impossible to unite them!"

"As long as the number of enemy troops does not exceed 500,000 at a time, the Qin army will win very easily, there will be no great danger, and naturally there will be no too many casualties!"

Ying Feiyu said a lot, and the courtiers were stunned.

It’s true that after this analysis, the casualties seemed to be smaller than they thought!

"Even if the Qin army has never taken too much risk, there are no eyes on the battlefield, and there will be no casualties and injuries!"

Feng Quji shook his head, but still refused to believe it.

"Sword? Do we still need swords when we go to the battlefield?"

Ying Feiyu was really angry and laughed at the old man.

Why can't it be explained?

“…”

Feng Quji was speechless by this kid.

"Even if we don't need swords to fight hard, the number of casualties will not be less than 5,000!"

What if this old man is stubborn?

I can't find any reason, but I just don't believe that the number of deaths can be controlled by a thousand!

"Okay, don't make a fuss! The number of casualties and injuries sent by the two generals has been indicated on the good news...!"

Ying Zheng waved his hand and picked up two good news, "In the battle between the Southwest Yi, three thousand injured, four hundred and fifty-six people were killed! In the battle between the Qiang, two thousand injured, two hundred and twenty-one killed!"

"Hiss..."

As soon as Ying Zheng finished speaking, all the ministers in the audience took a breath.

After such a big victory, the number of casualties was only more than 600, and the number of injured was less than 5,000!

In this way, isn’t war a very safe thing?

"How is this? Is this prince right?"

Ying Feiyu raised his chin provocatively at Feng Que.

"It's the old minister who is pedantic!"

Feng Quji was convinced and bowed to him.

Did he really not expect that this is the case when fighting wars are like this?
Chapter completed!