A small soldier of the frontier army in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 529 Greetings
The signal guns of the Sharp Whistle Camp are all specially made. After the signal flares are fired, you can see that special smoke and distinctive gunshots from a long distance.

After a few strange bangs, Xie Yike ordered to form a circle, surrounded by many horses, and the rest of the horses would hide in the stables, dismount and hold the blunderbuss.

According to Xie Yike's judgment, although the distance between the enemy and us is almost the same, according to the psychological inertia, the Tatars probably sent people to check out the abnormal situation here before sending a large group of horses and horses to gallop.

Moreover, the traces of the battle on the road and the corpses of the Tartars will make them suspicious and aggravate the slowness of their arrival.

The Brothers of the Sharp Whistle Battalion, after discovering the signal, will rush over at full speed. This way, the distance between the two sides is the same, and their own reinforcements will arrive one step ahead.

So the immediate strategy is to stick to it and wait for help. After all, the injured brothers can't stand the bumps on the horse's back.

Sure enough, under the gaze of Xie Yike's binoculars, the Tartar sentry cavalry in the north separated a few cavalry towards this side, and their large group of troops stopped instead.On the other hand, the Yebushou brothers in the south raised even more smoke and dust, and the wilderness was like a torrent. Obviously, they all speeded up their horses to the maximum.

Seeing this situation, even the several Tatar scouts who rushed out hesitated and slowed down their horses even more.

Smoke and dust rose to the sky, hooves sounded like thunder, and finally, the rolling knight rushing over from the south appeared in front of Xie Yike.They wear the same hats and helmets, short bright red armor, and everyone around them has a few fast horses, and there is an indescribable arrogance in every demeanor.

Like a red wave, they came surging, with more than a hundred riders, like thousands of horses and horses. The one running in the forefront was a burly general with full cheeks and beard, and it was none other than Wen Daxing, a member of the Sharp Whistle Battalion.

From a distance, Wen Daxing could see the horse pen in front of him, many horses, forming a circle. Only Xie Yike, who came out of the sentry not long ago, had such a large group of soldiers and horses.

He was full of anxiety, worried that something would happen to Xie Yike, especially when he rushed to the front, seeing the traces of the tragic battlefield, his expression changed drastically.

The Yebushou people behind him were also full of worries.

While worrying, suddenly Wen Daxing was overjoyed, and saw a few people rushing out of the stables, raising their hands and yelling loudly at them, cheering and jumping, who else are they but Xie Yike?

Wen Daxing was ecstatic and shouted: "It's Brother Xie, it's Brother Xie and the others."

Ye Bushou behind him was also overjoyed: "It's Xie Ye."

"Grandpa Xie is fine, Master Ma and the others are fine..."

Xie Yike stomped his feet to greet Wen Daxing and others who were rushing towards him: "Brother Wen, this way, this way."

His heart was relieved, and the Tartar sentry cavalry in the north had been clearly seen. In the telescope, they were all wearing yellow armor with a red border on the outside, but they were soldiers and horses of the Tartars with a yellow flag, and the number exceeded 50.He is completely unsure about fighting again, unless he immediately gives up his injured brother, but how is this possible?

Fortunately, the reinforcements from the Spitfire Battalion arrived earlier.

Seeing that Ma Ziren next to him also lost his composure, he kept yelling and raising his hands in front of him. The uninjured brothers also rushed out one by one, cheering.

Xie Yike laughed loudly, his heart was relieved, but infinite fatigue came to his heart, suddenly his eyes went dark, and he lost sight of the human affairs, only faintly heard the exclamation of Ma Ziren and others beside him.

……

When Xie Yike woke up again, he found that he was lying on a warm and comfortable bed, his upper body was naked, and someone was constantly moving on his shoulders.

The smell of herbs filled the nostrils, Xie Yike struggled to get up, a gentle and majestic voice sounded: "Don't move around."

Xie Yike turned his head and saw that it was his brother-in-law Wang Dou, sitting on a chair and watching him quietly, his eyes full of concern.

Beside him, there were Wen Daxing, Han Chao, Zhong Xiancai, Zhong Tiaoyang and many other generals, the chief medical officer Wang Tianxue, who was busy with his body, and there were several doctors beside him, helping him.

Xie Yike said with a hippie smile: "Why is there such a big battle, don't worry brother-in-law, I'm fine."

Wang Dou glared at him: "There is no brother-in-law in the army."

Xie Yike immediately said seriously, "Yes, General."

Seeing his appearance, Zhong Xiancai and others laughed, and Wang Dou also smiled: "You boy, you deserve it."

He looked at Wang Tianxue next to him and said, "Mr. Wang, how is the injury in the first department? Does it matter?"

Wang Tianxue shook his head and said: "Don't worry, General. Although Mr. Xie Qian fell into a coma, it was only caused by fatigue and depression. His main injury was that he was hit by a blunt instrument on the back of his shoulder, and there were several fractures in the bones. Fortunately, the bones were broken. The crack is neither deep nor big, just bandage the wound, cover it with wound medicine, and rest for a month or so."

Xie Yike shouted: "What, just rest and recuperate for a month?"

Wang Tianxue stroked his beard and said, "It's best to go to Songshan Castle to recuperate."

Xie Yike screamed: "This injury also needs to go to Songshan Castle to recuperate?"

Wang Dou yelled: "Shut up, the medical officer Wang has full authority to deal with injuries and recuperation in the army. What's your name?"

Xie Yike was quite afraid of his brother-in-law, and he dared not say anything after hearing this, but he had a restless personality, and it was more sad than killing him to let him recuperate wrapped in thick gauze, and he muttered in his mouth, but complained endlessly.

Wang Tianxue stroking his beard and smiling, the general doubts no one and employs no doubts, this kind of trusting attitude makes him very comfortable.Back then, a poor little doctor was poached by Wang Dou, but now with his status and status, Wang Tianxue always feels the wonderful fortune, which is really mysterious.

Wen Daxing said with a smile at this time: "Brother Xie, this time you have done a good job in spying, and the information you brought back moved even the general."

Wang Dou praised warmly: "It's really good."

Xie Yike immediately became excited again, and then his eyes turned red again: "Unfortunately, many brothers died in battle, and many brothers were injured."

At the end, he cried even louder: "Many brothers died in battle!"

While crying, he beat the bed board under him vigorously, making a loud bang bang sound.

Everyone in the room was dejected. Since the Battle of Jinzhou, the Sharp Whistle Battalion suffered heavy casualties, and Wen Daxing bit his lower lip tightly, with pain in his eyes.

Wang Dou shouted: "Good man, why are you crying?"

Then he sighed: "Brothers who were injured or injured, our Jingbian army will never forget them."

He stood up, looked at Xie Yike and said, "Let's recuperate well."

Turning around, he said again: "By the way, when you get better in a few days, you write a report on the war situation, and the personnel of the Zhenfu Department will also report on the war situation to you, check and investigate."

Xie Yike sobbed and said, "Yes."

It is certain that Xie Yike and others have made great contributions this time, but after each battle, the generals of each army must write a report on the battle situation, which will be checked by the Zhenfu Division.Over the years, such practices have formed a series of military regulations, and the whole army is accustomed to it.

Before leaving, Han Chao and the others comforted Xie Yike with warm words. Wen Daxing held Xie Yike's hand and said affectionately: "Brother Xie, you should take good care of your injuries now. You don't have to worry about the sharp whistle camp."

Soon, everyone left, and the doctors also retreated.

Xie Yike had asked, and the brothers who were injured during the sentry were all treated in the camp next door.Now there are many doctors and doctors in the Jingbian army, and the medical conditions for the injured soldiers are also the best among the Ming army on the front line of Jinzhou.

"It's going to take a month to recuperate."

Xie Yike was wailing in his heart, and when he was bored, he suddenly saw countless heads protruding from the door, but they were brothers from the Sharp Whistle Camp, and they all came to see him.

For a moment, the room was very lively, and everyone chattered in unison: "Seeing that Mr. Xie is fine, I am relieved to wait."

"Welcome Xie Ye to return in victory."

In the crowd, there are also Ma Ziren and the bench, both of them are the same as Xie Yike, wrapped up like rice dumplings.

After bandaging the wound, they sat quietly and bored, so they followed the flow of people and came to Xie Yike's room to sit down.

Looking at the concerned eyes and cordial greetings of all the brothers, Xie Yike felt warm in his heart. He smiled and said, "I said it's okay, who am I, old Xie? As early as when I was eight years old, a fortune teller did a fortune teller for me, saying I have nine lives, be tough."

While everyone was laughing, they suddenly saw another person walking in at the door, Xie Yike was delighted when he saw it, but he was a whistleblower who was easy to talk to on weekdays.

The man said, "Ah, Brother Yike."

Xie Yike called out: "Brother Aotian."

The man sighed: "Brother just came back from the sentry, and heard about Brother Yike. It's really shocking."

He sat in front of Xie Yike's bed, sighed: "This means that if one survives a catastrophe, there must be future blessings."

Xie Yike said: "TOEFL, TOEFL, brother Aotian, I'm glad to see you, brother."

The man said: "Brother Yike, this inspection must be exciting, let's talk about it with the brothers."

Seeing that the crowd gathered around them with great interest, Xie Yike sighed: "It's a long story, brother this time sent out sentry, it can be said that life and death, shocking the world, weeping ghosts and gods."

The man said: "I would like to hear the details."

Xie Yike's cadenced voice came from inside the house: "... If we want to talk about this, we have to start when I led the brothers out of Daxing Castle..."

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After watching the wounded Yebu received soldiers, Wang Dou came to another part of the barracks, where the cool breeze was blowing and the trees were shaded.

In front of a large shed, there was a row of corpses. These corpses were Yeburei soldiers who died in battle with Xie Yike, and some were seriously injured and died.

Here, several doctors are collecting their badges, registering their military stickers, and sorting out their belongings.In such a hot weather, the corpses would be placed for a day or two at most, and then they would be cremated. Finally, the ashes and relics would be brought back and handed over to their families.

In the Jingbian Army, before the cremation of the dead soldiers, a farewell ceremony will be held.

Wang Dou passed by these corpses one by one, and all the generals followed behind, all silent.

Wang Dou looked at the expressions of these corpses, some were serene, some were hideous, some were in pain, some were near middle-aged, some were very young, they were all elite soldiers, and they all died in battle at this time.

Wang Dou watched quietly. As early as the Jingbianbao era, corpses of his subordinates had been carried in front of him constantly. After seeing so much, his heart became hardened.

However, every time he saw the heroic subordinates die in battle, his heart still hurts, and he will continue to suffer in the future.

Every time he sees the remains of these dead, Wang Dou always thinks, why did he come to this world?
he thought back.

When I first came to Daming, I just wanted to survive, to survive, so that I and my family could live a better life.With the strength of strength and the broadening of mind and vision, there are more things that can be done.

But what is the ultimate goal?
Thinking of the later generations who often read history, they always cover their pages and sigh, unwilling to be reconciled to the various regrets in history.

Perhaps, God sent himself here just to change this regret.

Wang Dou greeted these corpses slightly, and left here.

(End of this chapter)