Chapter 42 Yuan Ting is going to run away!

Chapter 42 Yuan Ting is going to run away!

Chapter 42 Yuan Ting is going to run away!

After all, there were still survivors.
Of the more than a thousand soldiers, less than two hundred remained.

They were tied up with rough ropes, their wrists were red from the cold, and ice crystals formed on their skin.

The gentle breeze turned into a cold wind, cutting like a knife.
They knelt on the ground trembling, their heads bowed tightly.
Only when someone walks by will he startle, slightly raise his head, take a look, and then quickly lower it.

Many soldiers turned their eyes to the young man wandering on the battlefield, with a hint of hidden fear in their eyes.

This person looks gentle and refined, like a scholar, but when he goes crazy, it's terrifying.

At this moment, the battlefield is full of broken limbs and arms.
The corpse was emitting hot white mist, and blood was flowing out of the body bit by bit and gathering on the ground.

The white snow was dyed into red smoothies.

When you step on it, it makes a friction sound and seems particularly sticky.

Soon the soles of the shoes were stained with a thick layer of stain.

Lu Yunyi took the trouble to wipe off the red snow squeezed on the soles of his feet.
He was wearing military boots, which had a certain warmth-keeping function.
Most soldiers wore ordinary cotton shoes.
Standing in a pool of blood at this moment, not only do the wind make your feet feel heavy, but they also feel cold from the inside out.

"Thick-soled, non-slip shoes... should be made of rubber"

A trace of helplessness flashed across Lu Yunyi's eyes. He stopped thinking about the shoes and walked back and forth on the battlefield with his long sword.

His arms would be raised from time to time, and he would stab the Yuan people with his swords.

There were some soldiers on the huge battlefield doing the same thing, stabbing forward with their spears.

Just as Lu Yunyi walked to the pile of corpses of two soldiers,
A figure shouted, suddenly jumped up, raised a long sword above his head, and chopped down heavily at Lu Yunyi!
"Lord be careful!"

The two soldiers nearby widened their eyes and rushed over.

But at this moment, a bright knife light flashed from top to bottom.

The man who had jumped up suddenly felt his body go limp, as if he had no strength left, and he looked down.
The long knife slashed into the abdomen and rushed out from the chest. At this moment, the stomach was like a gaping bag, and things kept falling down.

A feeling of softness came over him, and the soldier collapsed to the ground.
Lu Yunyi came up to him, looked down at him, and smiled gently:
"You are so brave only when you are dying. What were you doing before that?"

With a hint of sarcasm, the words fell from the sky.
Entering into the soldier's heart, he showed reluctance and fell into eternal darkness.

Pretending to be dead is the most undesirable behavior on the battlefield. Only one in a hundred people who pretend to be dead will survive.

From north to south, Lu Yunyi walked through the battlefield. He did not do it to finish off the enemy himself.

Instead, we look at the distribution of the bodies of the Yuan and Ming people.

This can reveal the weak points of the battlefield and whether the personnel are properly arranged.

In addition, we can also see the omissions and weaknesses of the Yuan people in their defense.

Such a landscape formed by corpses was constructed bit by bit in Lu Yunyi's mind, without any detail.

Until he had memorized all the positions, his expression became more and more solemn, and he waved to the military clerk running back and forth:

"Have you completed the casualty count?"

The clerk heard the voice and ran over:
"Reporting to the Lord, the rough statistics have been completed, and I will conduct a third round of screening."

Lu Yunyi nodded: "How?"

The clerk pursed his lips, flipped the booklet forward, and said solemnly:

"Sir, our casualties totaled 310 in this battle.

Sixty-seven of them died, thirty-one were seriously injured, seventeen were disabled, and one hundred and ninety-five were slightly injured.

Lu Yunyi put his hands on his hips, took a deep breath, and a trace of anger appeared in his brows.

"Nearly a hundred people died in the snowy attack? What a joke!"

Thirty-one people were seriously injured. At this moment, they were in the middle of nowhere and were lucky enough to have a few of them alive.

The clerk blinked his eyes, thinking that Lord Lu had just arrived at the front army and didn't understand, so he quickly said:

"Sir, in previous attacks on camps, if the weak attacked the strong, the casualties should be half of the enemy's."

Lu Yunyi turned his head suddenly, his eyes sharp as an eagle, emitting bursts of coldness:

"What? Another six or seven hundred casualties?"

"No, no...that's not what I meant."

"Okay, call Ning Chong and Liao Xinyuan over. I want to see how difficult it is to attack and kill non-stop."

After saying that, Lu Yunyi turned away and went straight to the tent.

The messenger was left staring at each other in bewilderment, staring at the booklet carefully, his eyes widening little by little.

It is true that Ning Chong's troops and Liao Xinyuan's troops suffered the most casualties in the second charge, but he hasn't said it yet.
Soon, Ning Chong and Liao Xinyuan arrived at the camp with gloomy faces and anxiety.

Both of them were big and strong men, but at this moment they seemed a little reserved and took smaller steps.

"Do you want me to invite you in?" Lu Yunyi's voice came from the military tent.

The two men looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and stepped into the military tent.

"Sit down." Lu Yunyi said, pointing to a stool on the side.

"I'd rather not sit down," Ning Chong lowered his head and spoke hesitantly.

Lu Yunyi sneered, "You still have some self-awareness. According to the original plan,
Liu Hei Ying and Wu Fu Liu divided the battlefield, while Ma Dake and Qian Hong attacked the front army.

And you have to make a second charge and inflict casualties on the enemy.

But why didn't you launch a second charge in time, allowing the enemy to reunite and restore their organization?

When you charge, it is just like charging again, causing heavy casualties among the soldiers. Why is that? "

The already gloomy environment in the military tent seemed to become even gloomier, making the two men feel like a heavy stone was pressing on their hearts.

Ning Chong was very brave and he was the first to speak:
"Sir... our soldiers were not killed or wounded very often. Only about ten or so."

Bang!
Lu Yunyi slapped his palm on the simple square table, causing it to creak with difficulty and become shaky.

"In this battle, a total of 60 soldiers of my army died, and you two accounted for half of them. Isn't that enough? Do you have to account for all of them to be considered a lot?
What you two did was to finish off the battlefield and provide assistance.
If you were allowed to charge in the front, who knows how many would die!"

Ning Chong was somewhat unconvinced and shouted:
"Sir, two hundred of my men killed nearly five hundred people, so there were very few casualties."

Bang!
The simple table was no longer able to hold its own and slowly fell to the ground.

Lu Yunyi slowly stood up and looked them up and down:
"It's easy to say, human life is just a stroke, a dot of ink in this book.

Do you think that our Ming army is so large that we don’t care about the life and death of sixty people?
To tell you the truth, I once led fifty men deep into the grassland.
He went even further and was surrounded by a thousand men, and only thirty of them died.

I know the character of these grassland people. They are no match for my Ming army, but so many of you still died.

They are soldiers here, brave men fighting for their country.
He is the father, husband, and son at home, the pillar of the family.
Now that he is dead, can the Ming army just say that the casualties are not serious and that he was just unlucky?

You come and tell me, if one day you die on the battlefield,
I told your wife and children that the damage was not serious, and our Ming army won a great victory.

It's just your boss's bad luck that he can't come back. What will they think?"

Lu Yunyi's voice was cold as he continued:

"Zhuge Wuhou once said in "The Book of Heart",

To guide people with virtue, to regulate them with propriety, to know when they are hungry and cold, to understand their toil and hardship, this is called a benevolent general.
If a general does not care about his soldiers and regards their lives as nothing, how can they fight to the death?

If we had gone according to plan, there would have been no need for this damage.
If one more soldier falls, the whole family will be in trouble.
You come and tell me what is not too much damage."

Lu Yunyi looked at Liao Xinyuan who had not spoken:
"Tell me why the phenomenon of being unable to charge in time occurs."

Liao Xinyuan was sweating profusely at this moment, and panic appeared in his eyes uncontrollably. He stammered and said:

"Sir, there was a gust of snow and wind at that time, and we were blinded by the snow and wind, and it was difficult to distinguish the route we were traveling."

Hearing this, Lu Yunyi's body stopped for a moment and he felt it was absurd.

"The battlefield is right ahead, how can you not tell which direction to go?"

"The snow and wind are too strong."

"So you're just going to wait here?"

"No, no, we went in the wrong direction.
When they returned, the Yuan army had reorganized their battle formation.
But...but the battle formation was also shaky, so we continued to charge.
Although the battle formation was broken, some soldiers were killed."

"What a joke, what a joke!!

We marched for more than ten days in the snow and wind without getting lost. We could not find the enemy even when they were right in front of us.
What a joke, what a joke. "Lu Yunyi's breathing was a little rapid. It was the first time for him to lead a team of more than a thousand people.

There are thousands of people with different faces, and it is normal that we cannot control them as we please.
But he still found it hard to accept such a crude mistake.

Lu Yunyi didn't want to say anything more and waved his hand gently:
"The military order was not delivered. This matter has been recorded. You two will be demoted to ordinary soldiers and replaced by the general flag."

As soon as these words came out, the two of them raised their heads, looking incredulous.
"Do you need me to read you some military laws?
The Ming Dynasty law stipulates that there is a crime of "failing to detect".

Those who fail to supervise or violate military orders and cause military failure or heavy losses will be fined, dismissed, demoted, flogged, beheaded, etc.

You must obey military orders, and I must obey the laws of the Ming Dynasty. Anyone who fails to do so will be punished.

All right, go down."

Lu Yunyi waved his hands impatiently.

The two of them were breathing rapidly, with unwillingness on their faces, and they were pleading, hoping that Shangguan would give them another chance.

But Lu Yunyi never raised his head again.
On the battlefield, strict discipline must be enforced and there must be no slacking.

Half an hour later, Lu Yunyi arrived at the camp that had been built nearby.

This is where the wind is the least, and where the wounded are placed.

Lu Yunyi stood in front of the military tent without opening the curtain and walking in.
Instead, he just stood at the door, listening to the suppressed humming inside, with mixed feelings.

There will always be deaths on the battlefield.
In his opinion, it would be better to die directly than to be seriously injured, so as to avoid the pain of illness.

They were deep in the snowfield, and the wounded could only receive simple bandages and wait to die.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Yunyi hooked his fingers, gently opened the curtain a crack, and looked inside.

Everywhere was blood red, and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

Pieces of linen wrapped around wounds of varying sizes, no longer the same color as before, but instead soaked in blood and turned dark red.
The soldiers lay there with pale faces and empty eyes, staring blankly at the top of the tent, wondering what they were thinking.
From time to time, a low groan of pain was heard, but it soon faded into silence.

In the sight, several soldiers have ruddy faces, smiles on their lips, eyes slightly closed, and trembling slightly.

Their thoughts seemed to be far away from the battlefield, back to the Ming Dynasty, back to the home they had longed for.

Lu Yunyi remained silent and finally did not muster up the courage to go in.

Lu Yunyi wandered around the camp and soon came to the place where the prisoners were held.
At this moment, several military clerks were wandering among the captives, accompanied by several fierce-looking soldiers.
The clerk kept squatting down to ask various questions, and only after giving satisfactory answers could he be exempted from punishment.
Or they could record some of the things they were familiar with in writing, and that way they could survive.

When the clerks saw Lu Yunyi coming, they quickly stood up and shouted "Sir."

Lu Yunyi nodded, stretched out his hand to take the booklet handed to him and looked at it carefully.
The more he looked at her, the more his brows furrowed and his doubts grew.

"Is everything written here true?"

The clerk nodded slightly and said, "Your Excellency, the information recorded above is what we have summarized and sorted out.

After at least a dozen people have verified it, it is not guaranteed to be true, but it is at least 80% to 90% true. "

Lu Yunyi nodded solemnly, his eyes quickly swept back and forth on the booklet, writing down the contents.

He took another booklet and continued in the same way. The more he looked at him, the more solemn his expression became.

Whether it was the deployment of troops at Buihuerhai, the rotation schedule, or the transfer orders and military orders from the Yuan court,

As for the actions of the soldiers who were constantly being organized at that time,

All of this, based on his understanding of battle formations, points to one answer!
Yuan Ting is going to run!

But the truth was quite different. He knew that the Yuan court was near Buir Lake and would be defeated here.

Two completely different thoughts were tossing back and forth in his mind, making him a little confused and his doubts intensified.

He returned to the tent with the booklet of documents,

He saw Liu Heiying who had been waiting here for a long time. He had sackcloth tied on his right hand and was drinking water like a cow.

Seeing Lu Yunyi coming back, he quickly came over and said honestly:

"Brother Yun'er, what happened to Ning Chong and Liao Xinyuan? The brothers asked me to ask you about it. Please tell me so that I can tell them."

"Are you the eunuch who delivers the imperial edict?" Lu Yunyi glanced at him, sat down directly, and threw the booklet aside.

"The two disobeyed military orders and delayed the battle, resulting in the death of more than 20 soldiers, so they were demoted."

Liu Heiying nodded after hearing this, and without saying anything, he sat down and picked up the booklet and opened it.

Slowly, his expression became more and more strange, and finally he cried out:
"Fuck, Brother Yun'er, is this dog's Yuan Ting going to run away?"

"You think so too?"

"Look at this, they are organizing the soldiers, slaughtering sick and disabled animals and making jerky.

They searched everywhere for rats and skinned them, and sent a large army to explore the north. If this wasn't an attempt to escape,
Normally, they treat those animals as treasures, and they would not be willing to kill them unless they had to escape in a hurry."

Liu Heiying began to shout loudly, with some anxiety in his voice.

Lu Yunyi nodded in agreement.

These livestock are important means of production on the grassland. Whether it is dung, fur, or goat milk, they are the key to supporting their lives.

But if we kill them, the only use for them is to eat their meat, which is not cost-effective.

As long as they can live in peace, they will keep sick and disabled cattle and sheep and will not be willing to kill them.

Once the killing begins, it is a sign of traveling light and running away.

However, this is completely different from what Lu Yunyi knew.

"Brother Yun'er, what should we do? Should we go or not?"

"What's the point of you and I going there?
Hurry back and report this to the general.

If Wang Ting escapes, then our great achievements will be in vain." Lu Yunyi glanced at him, his voice a little hurried.

"Yes, yes, yes, we must quickly bring the news back and bring the prisoners back as well, lest the general disbelieve it.

It’s just a pity that after we climb over the hill ahead, we will reach Bui’er Lake. I still want to go and pay tribute to my brothers.”

Lu Yunyi knew who he was talking about.

The soldiers from the Houqianhusuo in Gyeongju who came with them to Buerhai a few years ago,
Most of them died there, and they were buried in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Lu Yunyi's face also showed some memories, and he cursed:
"Don't talk nonsense. Once we defeat the Yuan court, Buir Lake will be the territory of our Ming Dynasty, and they will be able to go home."

Liu Heiying was stunned, as if he had touched upon a blind spot in his knowledge. He thought for a moment before nodding.
"Brother Yun'er, what you said makes sense. Then I will go and arrange for the burial of the brothers first. They will be closer and can go home earlier."

"Go, and tell the whole army to bury the enemy's bodies and clean up the battlefield.
Don't let the Yuan Court find out, delay it as long as possible." Lu Yunyi warned.

"I understand, Brother Yun'er, don't worry."

After Liu Heiying left, Lu Yunyi thought for a moment and stood up.

Without hesitation, he pushed open the curtain of the tent next to him, and the bloody smell still hit him in the face.
Some seriously injured soldiers opened their eyes slightly when they heard the sound.
After seeing the figure, he suddenly became a little excited and struggled to stand up.

"My lord. My lord"

Lu Yunyi quickly pressed him down on the bed:

"Don't talk."

The soldier in front of him was a young man in his twenties, but he had a scruffy beard and looked a little old.
At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and his body was trembling slightly.

"My Lord, it hurts a little."

"Hold on, the plan has changed, we will return to Gyeongju tomorrow,

This time we won't have to fight on the road, we will move forward at full speed, day and night,

You must hold on. Once you return to Qingzhou, I will have the best doctors treat you and I will make sure you survive."

As the words fell, the gloom in the eyes of some seriously injured soldiers gradually disappeared, replaced by some unbelievable hope, and they asked in a trembling voice:
"Really? Your Excellency."

Lu Yunyi smiled defiantly:
"Of course it's true, I never lie.

Now you have to pay attention to your wounds at all times.
If you show any signs of collapse, tell us quickly and the military doctor will bandage and treat you."

"Thank you very much, sir." Intermittent voices came from all directions, with a hint of suppressed excitement in them.

There seemed to be a glimmer of life in the originally dead silent and dim military tent.

(End of this chapter)