"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

Guns were firing everywhere and fighting everywhere. Originally, the number of soldiers on both sides was similar, but one was full of morale and well-equipped. The other was no intention of fighting and had low morale, and more than half of the people were affected by the explosion just now.

Only a few thousand Houjin soldiers, even if they were not directly injured by the explosion, were still buzzing in their minds, and their consciousness and reflections were affected.

With this positive and negative, the combat power comparison is obvious.

It’s like a normal person holding a knife on one side, while a drunk person is empty-handed, and you can even think about the outcome with your butt.

What's more, because the commander disappeared, many slaves and Later Jin soldiers chose to run away quietly from other places. So after a while, there were only 8,000 defenders in the city, and now there are only 2,000 or 3,000 people in it.

On the Zhu family's side, more than 10,000 people rushed in one after another.

Such a comparison of the number of people and mentality makes it a sign that adults are beating ten-year-old children.

The fierce battle lasted until midnight before it was basically over. The sporadic battle continued, and it was not until dawn that it completely calmed down. In the end, more than half of the Jin soldiers escaped from the battlefield.

One-third of the people died in battle. When cleaning the battlefield, Jiang Hai, one of the soldiers of the Zhu family, shouted happily because he found Jirgalang who was fainting.

Immediately, Jiang Hai, a young man from the Zhu family army, made great contributions and was very happy.

The Zhu family army, who had no experience in street fighting, suffered some losses this time. Dozens of people died in hand-to-hand combat!

Except for those who died on the spot, those who were seriously injured were carried to the rear health team.

Zhu Zilong came here to pay attention to these soldiers in person!

"Master, there are a few old brothers from Zhujiazhuang that are no longer able to do it!" Seeing Zhu Zilong enter the medical room, Xiao Qiuxiang, who was dispatching work, immediately stepped forward and said with tears on her face.

Zhu Zilong's body stiffened, his face was stunned, then his eyes turned red, and he quickly walked towards the bed of the seriously injured Zhu family soldiers.

Among other military camps in the Ming Dynasty, after the war, would there be a commander going to see the life and death of the little soldiers?

But here, Zhu Zilong came over when every soldier is like his own brother.

Every time he trained, he once told the soldiers below that everyone was a family and a brother. Now, his reflections are within the bottom line of his conscience.

In this era, most of the seriously injured people on the battlefield ended in pain. Even if there are modern 21st century medicines, it is not omnipotent. After all, there are no professional surgical doctors in the 21st century here, and many injuries are still unsolvable.

When Zhu Zilong came, many of the seriously injured soldiers on the hospital bed were no longer moving.

Even though Zhu Zilong has been strong in the past year, he feels hot eyes and can't help himself. The minor wounded people around him, seeing that his good brother died of serious injuries, could not suppress his sadness and cried there.

Zhu Zilong's eyes became redder and redder, and he finally came to the last seriously injured person.

Before the severely injured man died, he saw Zhu Zilong coming, and his eyes were filled with a bright look. As if he was looking back, he kept shouting in his mouth: "Marquis, Chief, Brother..."

Obviously, although he had returned to his mind and was a little spiritual, his consciousness was still a little incoherent.

Zhu Zilong could no longer hold it back, tears flowed out from his eyes. He stepped forward, held the seriously injured person's hand, and said heavily: "My good brother of Zhu Family Army, what's the matter unfinished? Just tell me that even if I fight to the death, I will definitely do it. Sure, sure, absolutely!"

However, the seriously injured person on the hospital bed seemed to be unable to understand Zhu Zilong's words. He just instinctively repeated a sentence!

Zhu Zilong was afraid that he would not hear clearly, so he hurriedly put his ears over and listened carefully.

In an instant, Zhu Zilong heard the seriously injured person repeating words: "Forward...Forward...The Zhu family's army won thousands of victories...Kill the Tartars...Kill the Tartars..."

Then, his voice became weaker and weaker, and his murmur became smaller and smaller until it disappeared. Then, his hand relaxed, and the seriously injured person from the Zhu family army passed away.

Zhu Zilong felt something burning in his heart, and he felt it was blocking. He slowly stood up, and all kinds of feelings filled his heart. He took a few steps back and bowed to the soldier on the bed, and asked the person next to him, "What's his name..."

Xiao Qiuxiang came over with red eyes and replied softly: "He is Jiangyang, and there is another younger brother standing there, named Jianghai..."

Zhu Zilong quickly turned around and looked at the same soldier next to Jiang Hai who had tears in his eyes but strictly controlled his emotions.

The next second, Zhu Zilong suddenly made an amazing behavior, and bowed to Jiang Hai, the younger brother of the deceased soldier, and said, "I have no perfect plan, but I ordered some brothers to underestimate the enemy and advance rashly, but it has implicated everyone. Please accept this marquis on your behalf, as an apology!"

When Zhu Zilong bowed, everyone present was shocked.

After hearing Zhu Zilong's words, Jiang Hai suddenly stood up and shouted loudly: "Marty, what's wrong with you? You are not wrong. We won a great victory today. My elder brother died on the battlefield as a soldier for the Martyr and the Ming Dynasty. This is a glorious thing! If there were no Martyr, more people would have died!"

The soldiers around all agreed and shouted: "We have won this battle! We have won a great victory!"

For a moment, everyone here used all their strength to cheer and shout, "Winning, Long live the Ming Dynasty."

The sound was heard outside, one to ten, ten to hundreds, and more and more people shouted together, turning pain into strength, shouting and lifting their arms!

"The Zhu family army moves forward! Go forward! Winning! Winning!"

Zhu Zilong, who also turned pain into strength, then became a copycat doctor, using X-ray sky eye perspective, as well as the ability of sky eye, modern medicines and scalpels to help rescue the wounded.

Until all the minor wounded were rescued, the serious wounded were rescued and the ones sent from behind were rescued.

He raised his head and looked at the sky. It was dark again.

Looking at Ma Xiaosan on the side, Zhu Zi asked: "There are still remaining enemies fighting in Panjin City? How many of the casualties are currently on both sides?"

This is the first time the soldiers of the Zhu family have fought in street battles, and wounded people are occasionally generated.

Xiao Qiuxiang next to him replied for the layman Ma Xiaosan, "When I say that, our army has many minor injuries, more than 350. Nearly 100 seriously injured, but eighty of them were rescued. They were all caused by melee hand-to-hand combat, and those who died in battle were in just over twenty."

"So far, the Tartars have killed more than a thousand people on the spot, hundreds of people seriously injured, and countless minor injuries. They have been temporarily detained and have not had time to treat them."

After lit a cigarette, Zhu Zilong took a few sips and threw it away, saying, "Take all his efforts to rescue the soldiers in the army. In the Tartars, except for women, other prisoners do not care about their lives or death. Let's go to the command center. Well, by the way, call Jianghai. From today on, he will be promoted to the chief of Qianhu and one of my guards!"

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Chapter completed!