Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 424 Prisoners of War Treatment
The bloody battlefield was full of gunpowder smoke, the illuminated fire was crackling and burning, layers of corpses lay all over the ground, blood merged into streams, broken spears could be seen everywhere, the cold wind blew, Lin Chuan leaned against On the scorched tree trunk, he felt tight in his chest.

The soldiers in charge of cleaning the battlefield held torches and swords and were carefully searching for wounded soldiers and undead enemies. Occasionally, there was a shrill scream, but it stopped abruptly, and the smell of blood in the air became even stronger. thick.

"There is still one alive here, help me." The soldiers shouted in surprise not far away, and several nearby soldiers ran over to help.

Soon they dragged out a bloodied soldier from the pile of corpses, and then threw him on a stretcher and sent him to the camp for treatment.

On such a battlefield where tens of thousands of people were fighting, very few of them survived to the end of the war with injuries, and most of them died immediately. and died.

"General, eat something." Military judge Liu Zichen came from a distance, sat down next to Lin Chuan, and handed some black-faced steamed buns to Lin Chuan.

The fierce battle during the day was so fierce that even the military discipline brigade who supervised the battle had to go to the battlefield in the end. Looking at the minced meat on Liu Zichen's armor, Lin Chuan bit the steamed bun in his mouth, but it was hard to swallow.

Liu Zichen smiled, tied the water bag on his waist and handed it to Lin Chuan: "Drinking water will make you feel better."

The fierce battle consumed all of Lin Chuan's strength, and he didn't feel anything during the fight, but now that he stopped suddenly, he felt extremely sore all over his body, and his arms were even more sore.

Lin Chuan devoured the black-faced steamed buns in Qingshui. As the food entered his stomach, Lin Chuan's original discomfort was slowly disappearing, and his strength was slowly returning.

"How about our casualties?" This is a question that Lin Chuan doesn't want to ask, but as a commander, even if he is extremely reluctant in his heart, he has to ask after every battle.

Liu Zichen sighed, and said with a heavy face: "We have lost a lot this time."

"I can hold on, so just say it." Lin Chuan knew that Liu Zichen took his own feelings into consideration. Although he felt uncomfortable, as a commander, he had to bear it all.

"There are more than 700 people in the three infantry banner regiments who are still alive, and more than 500 people are injured." Liu Zichen said in a low and sad tone.

Lin Chuan did not speak in silence, but his moist eyes had already exposed the grief in his heart.

"General, your eyes?"

Lin Chuan stretched out his sleeve and wiped it, and tried hard to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying: "It's okay, sand got in."

"What about our cavalry, how much did they lose?"

Liu Zichen shook his head: "The cavalry was transferred to the Central Army Cavalry Corps to fight, and the casualties are currently unknown."

After a pause, Lin Chuan ordered: "The dead soldiers must be registered and compiled, and no one can be missed. When the war is over, the pensions for the dead must be distributed to their families. You need to do this yourself. For money and grain, go directly to Lu Dong, the quartermaster."

"It's easy for my subordinates." Liu Zichen nodded.

While talking, Sergeant Major Tu Yue and Chief of Staff Xue Wen Lianjue came.

"General, it is difficult for us to decide on the prisoners of war for a while, so please tell the general how to deal with them?" Chief of Staff Xue Wen spoke first.

"How many prisoners of war?"

Sergeant Major Tu Yue said: "There are 310 people, most of them are from the Imperial Guard."

A look of surprise flashed across Lin Chuan's face when he heard that there were so many prisoners of war.

Lin Chuan turned his attention to Xue Wen, the chief of staff, and asked, "Does the high command have any orders on the disposal of prisoners of war?"

Xue Wen shook his head: "The command did not issue any orders."

Tu Yue said: "General, why don't we imitate the rest of the armies and kill them all, it's a waste of food to keep them."

"Did the rest of the armies kill the prisoners?" Lin Chuan was shocked.

Xue Wen nodded: "The armies lost a lot in this battle. Many soldiers were red-eyed, and the prisoners were killed directly on the battlefield."

Hearing what Xue Wen, the chief of staff, said, Lin Chuan finally knew why Xue Wen came to ask him for instructions, because according to the policy of the Nanchuan Army, they did not kill prisoners of war. Under the pressure of the generals, Xue Wen had to come to ask himself for instructions.

"Let's go, let's go to the prisoner-of-war camp." Lin Chuan stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and after eating the food, he felt the strength in his body again.

After a while, Lin Chuan came to the Prisoner of War Camp of the First Army Corps on the edge of the battlefield.

Fierce quarrels were taking place outside the prisoner-of-war camp. A large number of Nanchuan soldiers armed with weapons, led by several officers, were confronting the disciplined soldiers guarding the prisoner-of-war camp.

These Nanchuan infantry soldiers who came down from the battlefield were blood-stained and scarred. At this moment, they were full of murderous looks and shouted loudly: "Kill the prisoners of war and avenge the dead brothers!"

If it weren't for the disciplined soldiers trying their best to stop them, they would have already entered the prisoner-of-war camp.

Facing this group of murderous soldiers, the officers of the Military Disciplinary Brigade were sweating profusely, and kept talking to calm their emotions: "Brothers, calm down, don't be impulsive..."

An enraged thousand-man commander had a temper tantrum, kicked the military discipline officer to the muddy ground, and roared: Calm down, they killed so many of our brothers, but you protect them, I warn you , if you stop me again, don't blame the prisoners in my hands for not recognizing anyone, and cut you off together! "

"Yes, I'll stop you again and chop you off together!" The soldiers were excited and shouted loudly. The military-disciplined soldiers drew their swords out of their sheaths as if they were facing an enemy, and saw that the situation was about to get out of control.

"I see who would dare—" Lin Chuan walked over from behind surrounded by everyone with a sullen face.

Lin Chuan's voice was not loud, but it was full of irresistible majesty. The shouting soldiers died down at the same time, quieted down, and made way for Lin Chuan.

Looking at the disciplined officer who climbed up from the ground and was covered in mud, Lin Chuan's sharp eyes swept across the clamoring Nanchuan soldiers, and asked sharply, "Who did it?!"

At this moment, the menacing commander-in-chief stood up like a mouse seeing a cat, hesitantly said: "General, I didn't mean to..."

"You dare to hit the military judge, it's against the sky! Are you from that banner group?!" Lin Chuan's voice was full of anger.

Hearing the anger in Lin Chuan's tone, the head of the thousand people hurriedly knelt down: "General, this is all my fault. You can hit me and punish me. I admit it. It has nothing to do with anyone else. .”

With a sullen face, Lin Chuan pulled the kneeling Chief of Thousands to his feet: "Answer me, Your Excellency, you belong to that banner group."

"General, they belong to the Third Banner Regiment." Chief of Staff Xue Wen said.

"The Third Banner Regiment, right? Alright, let Gang Yu, the head of their banner, roll over here! Immediately!"

In fact, there is no need for anyone to call Gang Yu. Gang Yu has been hiding in the dark, and he was behind the scenes to encourage the soldiers to kill the prisoners of war. Hearing Lin Chuan saw through his tricks, he came out angrily.

"Okay, Gang Yu, your wings are hard or something, tell me, what do you want to do?!"

Facing Lin Chuan's angry voice, Gang Yu choked up and said, "General, you have nothing to say about killing or cutting me, but I can't figure out why you keep them when these enemies have killed so many of our brothers. Qituan, just like that, it’s gone. Many brothers can’t even find their bodies. The brothers who drank together yesterday are gone today. I want to kill a few enemies to avenge them. What’s wrong with it? I, Gang Yu, can’t figure it out. , brothers, I am sorry for you..."

Gang Yu tore off his helmet and squatted on the ground. Seeing such a sturdy man crying like a child, everyone around fell silent, and Lin Chuan's anger dissipated without a trace.

Lin Chuan's heart was also sour and uncomfortable. They had paid too much for this war. For peace, they gave up their barriers with the Dynasty Army and went all the way to help them fight the Zhenxi Army. Now he has a little bit in his heart. Shaken, is the decision of the High Command really correct?

(End of this chapter)