The Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang was born, and my immortal identity was exposed

Chapter 93 Hate (please collect, please recommend!!!)

In the darkness of night, Meng Tian gathered the army and rested in place.

Listening to the report of his subordinates, his brows unconsciously relaxed.

big win!Absolute victory!

On the first day, more than [-] enemies were beheaded, and countless cattle, sheep and horses were captured.

As for our own side, there were no more than a thousand casualties!

Almost ten to one battle loss ratio!

Admittedly, this data is mixed with some water.

For example, among the more than [-] people who were beheaded, a large number were old, weak, sick and Confucian scholars, and they were counted in the battle results according to the ratio of three to one.

On the other hand, these tribes are all small and medium tribes, mostly small tribes.

Its combat ability is still a bit worse than that of large tribes.

Coupled with the three-piece cavalry suit given by the immortal master, it is not surprising that such a terrifying battle loss ratio was achieved between coming and going.

Meng Tian naturally knew these principles, and was not dazzled by the victory on the first day.

Next, there are still many hard bones to chew!
"General!" An adjutant walked into the military tent and reported the situation of the wounded barracks to Meng Tian, ​​"We have strictly implemented the general's order, and the effect is amazing!"

Under the agitation of the mind, the adjutant's voice trembled a little.

He had never heard of those outlandish requests, nor had he seen those miraculous medicines.

According to the military order issued by Meng Tian, ​​all places where wounded soldiers are located must be kept clean and tidy.

A layer of quicklime was sprinkled around the wounded barracks, and non-medical personnel were not allowed to enter easily.

Inside, it is fumigated with vinegar every day.

The linen and other things used for bandaging must be steamed and sterilized before use.

For these ancient people, the wound treatment for wounded soldiers seemed a bit magical.

First use the alcohol given by the immortal master to disinfect, and then apply the trauma medicine.

If the wound is too deep and too big, it needs to be sutured with a needle and thread!

In the end, he had to take some strange medicine. It is said that it was an anti-inflammatory medicine given by the immortal master!

These were taught by Jiang Sheng to Ying Zheng, and then conveyed by Ying Zheng to Meng Tian for execution.

Although the accompanying military doctors didn't understand the reason behind it, since it was what the immortal master said, they followed it without any doubt.

Of course, not all wounded soldiers can enjoy this relief measure.

After all, alcohol, anti-inflammatory drugs and other items are also limited, and it is impossible to supply them arbitrarily.

Even so, the healing effect of these wounded soldiers is surprisingly good.

In the past, in this kind of weather, it would not take long for the wound to fester and pus.

If the injury is serious, it won't be able to survive even one night.

For these wounded soldiers, the survival rate is one in ten, which is not bad.

But right now, after the wounds of the wounded soldiers have been treated in this way, there are not many signs of deterioration.

In this way, the survival rate will be greatly improved!
Maybe out of ten wounded soldiers, six or seven can survive!
After listening to the deputy general's report, Meng Tian was overjoyed.

"In this way, the losses in this battle will be greatly reduced!"

"Daqin really has good luck, so His Majesty can be blessed by this immortal master."

"Pass on the news and inspire the soldiers!"

"Also, cook cattle and slaughter sheep, and reward the three armies!"

The deputy general was also very excited, and hurried out of the military tent to pass on the good news.

When they heard this series of news, the army was also filled with joy.

Although, the moment these soldiers set foot on the battlefield, they were ready to die on the battlefield.

Especially the group of soldiers who originally thought they were cannon fodder.

Even so, they are still willing to risk their lives in the face of military achievements and the opportunity to turn around!

But, in this world, who can not be afraid of life and death?

But with the help of the immortal master, not only can they win the frontal battlefield with the least cost.

And in the rear, the chances of survival after injury are greatly increased.

That night, I don't know how many people knelt down and worshiped the immortal master, weeping with joy.

The morale of the Qin army skyrocketed again!
In the next few days, Meng Tian led the army and drove straight in, sweeping the caves!
No tribe is their single enemy!
The grassland was sprinkled with the blood of the Huns everywhere.

In order to avoid the plague, Jiang Sheng also specially told Yingzheng to clean up the battlefield.

Headless corpses one after another were gathered together and burned on the spot.

Over the entire prairie, there was a faint smell.

No one disputed this, because they all saw the cruelty of the Huns.

In many tribes of the Huns, there are people from the Central Plains who were looted.

The men were slaves, doing hard work such as grazing for the Huns.

There is no food to eat, no clothes to cover the body.

Seeing an army besieging the tribe, some men even cried out.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

After being a slave for several years, this day finally came.

After crying, a raging hatred was ignited.

Many men rushed into the remaining Huns with sticks and other objects.

Regardless of whether the opponent still has a sharp weapon in his hand.

They just want revenge!
If the stick is sent flying, use both hands and feet.

If the hands and feet are cut off, use your teeth to bite!
Many slaves had already waited for the hope of life, but rushed towards death without hesitation.

There was a man who died with his mouth still biting the neck of a Hun, and his eyes were wide open, unable to close.

Even if the man is like this, I don't know how much humiliation he has suffered.

As for those weak women?
Its fate will only be more unbearable.

They are just tools for the Huns to vent.

In every tribe, as long as there are women from the Central Plains, they are all humiliated and almost inhuman.

Their bodies were covered in scars, ranging from bruises to severe... knife wounds, burns, and one could tell at a glance what the Huns had done to them.

They are worse than livestock here.

Some women curled up in the cattle and sheep pen, and when they saw Qin Jun coming, they tried their best to cover their naked bodies with haystacks.

Some were lying in the tent, their eyes were loose, and they did not respond to changes in the outside world at all.

Some others, seeing Qin Jun appearing, rushed towards them like crazy.

While they were still on guard, they ran straight towards the long dagger and dagger pointed at them.

There was still a little smile on his face before he died, as if he had been relieved.

The ages of this group of women are different, the young ones are around the age of cardamom, and the oldest ones are only in their twenties.

But the same thing is, no one is spared.

This is true, useless slaves, I am afraid they have been killed by the Huns long ago.

So the soldiers of Daqin treated the Huns more and more fiercely.

There was a fire in their hearts!

Even the soldiers from the Six Kingdoms felt sorry for seeing this scene.

Although they are slaves of Daqin, at least they now have a chance to get rid of their low status.

But these men and women who have been ravaged by the Huns in front of them can hardly return to the past.

They cherished this hard-won opportunity more and more, and under the sorrow of the rabbit's death and the fox, they felt a sense of common hatred and hatred with the people of Qin.

(End of this chapter)