Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 716 Continuation of Civilization
It is definitely not an exaggeration to describe this decisive battle with corpses strewn across the field.

During Zuo Liangyu's period, the Zuo army was brutal and greedy. As for the Han Eight Banners, Mongolia Eight Banners, and Man Eight Banners, they were even more bloody and debt-ridden. The Ming army did not have a good impression of this army called a beast army. The killing last night was particularly impressive. It was so scarlet that on the next morning, Song Qingshu had to take pictures of the personal law enforcement team, announcing stop-kill orders everywhere.

In the Battle of Poyang Town, Song Qingshu’s losses were not small. The number of casualties was about [-]. However, relying on a more robust field hospital system, it is estimated that only a few thousand people were killed in battle and died of illness. Most of them will stand up again. .

But the Wu army was completely destroyed. This army was killed from Shanhaiguan, mixed with the left army who searched for all the people's fat and anointment, and surrendered shamelessly in the face of national crisis. The large army that was once the largest force in building slaves was completely wiped out by Poyang Lake. According to statistics, the casualties of the Wu army were more than 11. The 20 cavalry surrendered under the leadership of Wang Fuchen, which was considered the most complete.

Li Benshen's thousands of remnant soldiers in Xiangyang are not worth mentioning at all. Jiannu no longer has an army in Jiangnan. The tinder is preserved on this land.

But even if it is a just war, the disaster it brings is still terrifying.

Poyang Town, temporary field hospital.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The incomparably tragic shouts followed like ghosts, which was creepy. Although these Wu troops were hateful, Song Qingshu still upheld the humanitarian spirit and ordered the field hospitals under his command to treat them. Among the thousands of tents, people were carried in on stretchers everywhere. The current Wu army and the Ming army were so understaffed that some of the Wu army was also sent to carry stretchers after being disarmed to collect the wounded on the battlefield.

All the grievances and grievances came to an end with the war. It was also because the Ming army rescued his own people. Wu Jun, who was still in shock, became honest, and even carried a stretcher with him, looking for survivors. Wu Jun was often seen crying Then rushed to the field hospital with the stretcher, and was driven outside the tent, waiting in despair.

However, although penicillin came out ahead of schedule, and Song Qingshu brought advanced hygiene knowledge, which greatly reduced the chance of death from septicemia, but surgery was not much advanced, especially if he was hit by a miniature bullet on the arm or leg, A bullet shatters a bone, or a spear or a machete shatters a bone, and the limb must be amputated.

Even though it was anesthetized with strong alcohol, the pain was still inhuman. Two or three male assistants had to help hold down each operating bed. Amidst the miserable screams of the wounded, a hacksaw quickly cut into the flesh and blood, and immediately The sweating nurse quickly wrapped the wound with gauze wrapped in medicine, and the sawed off limbs could be placed in a whole corner of the tent.

Every minute and every second could be a life, but in this race against time, a tent in the middle of the field hospital became noisy.

"Get out of the way, don't touch me! I can still go! Let me out!"

"What's going on, what's going on?"

Listening to the chaos, more than a dozen people also squeezed in, and there were still acquaintances in the tent. The medical staff was too short, and Qiao Yan was also dragged away. Well, Yu'er sneaked into the field hospital without knowing when. Her white sleeves had completely turned blood red at this time, and she stood by the side helplessly.

There were also a few soldiers who made trouble, and they didn't know what they were arguing about. Every second might delay a life. The leader who squeezed into the tent couldn't help reaching out his hand angrily and grabbed the collar of the leader of the troublemaker Ming army.

"Which unit are you from? It's a fucking field hospital here, because you delayed saving lives, and even killing you is not enough to atone for your sins!"

"It's none of your fucking business, leave it to me..., uh, handsome!"

Song Qingshu's sketch portraits were everywhere, and it was hard not to be recognized. Seeing Song Qingshu's ugly face, the soldiers were at a loss and simply knelt on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingshu didn't want to continue to get angry, so he simply waved his sleeves: "Return to Jian immediately, get out!"

These soldiers suddenly looked in a dilemma, but at this time, there was another miserable cry on the hospital bed.

"Master, the little one can still walk and fight for you, please, don't amputate the little one's legs!"

"Marshal, Brother Yong is the only one left in the Second Squadron of the Third Battalion of the Ninth Division. If you want to saw off, just saw off the little leg, don't saw off his!" Another squadron leader of the Ming Army next to him wiped the wart on his face. Chen Sweat also begged miserably, but after hearing these two sentences, Yu'er became anxious again, and wanted to persuade him to say something, but Song Qingshu waved his hand before the words came out.

Most of Yang Yong's calf was chopped off with a single knife, and even the bone stubble can be seen, and his right leg has turned black from necrosis. If you don't saw the leg, you will die!
But the freehand feeling when commanding thousands of troops is completely gone here, looking at the expectant eyes of the most loyal soldiers under his command, Song Qingshu is so heavy that he can't speak.

As time passed by, he simply rolled up his sleeves and sat beside Yang Yong's bed.

"Without surgery, you will die!"

"Under the bid is not afraid of death!"

The muscles on his face twitched, but Yang Yong immediately hammered his fists on his heart, performing a military salute, a sonorous man, Qiaoyan Yu'er couldn't help being moved.

"If you are dead, who can pay homage to the warriors of your second squadron and toast them with a glass of wine every year?"

When Yang Yong finally said this, he hesitated, and finally found the point of entry. Pressing his shoulder, Song Qingshu said solemnly and hastily.

"You are their squadron leader, their brother, their parents are your parents, and their children are your own children. Do you have the heart to let these parents have no sons left? It is respectable to not fear death, but you can live to face it." Facing life and facing difficulties is the real brave man!"

What Song Qingshu said, the wounded on the other hospital beds were also moved. They deserved to be soldiers with iron bones. After hesitating for a moment, Yang Yong suddenly threw a fist at Qiaoyan next to him.

"Please save me!"

It's a bit like Paul Kochakin in How Steel Was Tempered, even though the hacksaw made a clicking sound, Yang Yong didn't shout out, just grunted a few times, looking at his pea-sized beads of sweat Flowing down from the forehead, in Qiaoyan's eyes, a certain kind of splendor could not help flashing, and on the other side, Song Qingshu had already walked out of the tent.

He really didn't come here to comfort the wounded. The biggest disaster now is where Wu Sangui is. I don't know. If he is not captured or eliminated, there will be some ups and downs in Huguang after all. With Wang Fuchen, Song Qingshu is personally asking, but out After Yang Yong's incident, Song Qingshu suddenly lost his mood again.

"Keep looking!"

"The last general obeys, follow me!"

Suddenly pulling the sleeves of Wang Fuchen, who was sweating from the forehead due to the painful groans everywhere, Xiaobao led his soldiers and continued to search for the next tent, while Song Qingshu simply found a chair and sat down.

Veterans don't die, they just wither. In a series of major wars in the south of the Yangtze River, there are tens of thousands of veterans who have been disabled and retired. How to arrange these people is indeed a headache. It was ignored by Song Qingshu before, but now, he It is to be handled as a top priority. I still remember the shocking words of later generations, we must never let the martyrs bleed and cry.

Suddenly, an idea came to Song Qingshu's mind.

Just when Song Qingshu was brimming with joy, while Song Qingshu was constantly calculating, a burst of gongs and drums suddenly came from outside the field hospital. The messy sound made Song Qingshu frowned.

"Marshal, the last general is here to offer the enemy chief!"

Compared to Song Qingshu's troubles, now Li Dingguo really seemed to have won a 10 yuan lottery. He knelt down in front of Song Qingshu beamingly, and immediately waved his hands behind him. The two Ming soldiers were also carrying stretchers. Come over and put it in front of Song Qingshu.

Before the battle, Wu Sangui was given a lot of money, Song Qingshu naturally recognized it, and now this "loyal minister and filial son" who became a beauty in anger was placed at his feet like this, and it was still Jiannu's haircut with a mouse tail. There seemed to be a growl of unwillingness on his face, and even for a moment, Song Qingshu felt unreal when he read it.

"Take it away and bury it!"

"Ah? Uncle, this bastard is a big traitor! Let's not pour him into a bronze statue to warn future generations!"

Li Dingguo yelled unwillingly, while Song Qingshu waved his hand again: "Later generations will say that enough people have died in these few days, there is no need to add more to it, let's bury it!"

Originally, he wanted to leave a monument to his own achievements, but Song Qingshu had said so, and Li Dingguo had no choice but to clenched his fists resentfully.

"The last will obey!"

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Although there is no more bronze statue of meritorious service, Li Dingguo is still lucky. He transferred ten divisions to join his Seventh Front Army and commanded 22 divisions. Li Dingguo became the coach of Huguang, the largest province in Pingding. In the sound, he led the army and began to go south.

It took three days to return to the construction and collect the prisoners. Song Qingshu hurriedly led the army back to Yingtian. At this time, most of the Songjiang navy was in Jiangxi, and the defense line of the Yangtze River seemed a little weak, but Dorgon's army was forcing When he arrived at Caishiji, he was forced to go back to defend.

However, the situation still continues to develop in a positive direction. Just like the situation after Chen Youliang died in Poyang Lake in history, Huguang is simply a one-sided situation. On April 29, Li Dingguo's army went to Jingzhou, and on April 21, Xiangyang surrendered. On the fifth day of May, Changsha was included in the territory. At the end of June in the [-]st year of Chongzhen, the entire Huguang area had been completely recovered.

Since then, the south of the Yangtze River has basically been included in Song Qing's book bag. In Sichuan, Yue Le, who lacks flank support, has to slow down his offensive momentum. Zhang Xianzhong and Mu Tianbo are required to stabilize the situation in southern Sichuan. Nu's aggressive offensive posture came to an abrupt end, and turned into a strategic defense. The initiative in the war finally returned to Daming's hands!

No one can cut off Da Ming's ceremonial clothes.

(End of this chapter)