"In this battle... our army... what are the casualties!" Temujin gritted his teeth, his tiger's eyes were red, and he was obviously going crazy.

"A 150,000 army! No more than one or two left." Ogedei shook his head helplessly. This battle was really tragic. There were 150,000 losses. There were also soldiers injured by the bombing. I am afraid that 30,000 people could not survive tonight. In short, most of the troops tonight were lost here.

Wogedei swallowed his saliva, glanced at Tolei, and said directly: "Kublai died in battle, Meiwuzhen Xiaolitu, A Shu, Weidaer, Yelu Dashi, Yelu Guozhen, Yuan Haowen, Yeli Renrong, Yeli Wangrong, all nine generals died in this battle!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Temujin threw the whip in his hand to the ground, furious, with his hands in his waist, his eyes red, looking at Mu Huali who had just returned, and shouted angrily: "How are you doing there! Did you succeed in the sneak attack?"

Mu Huali shook his head and said, "The two famous generals of the Korean army, Han Xin and Wu Qi, are strictly guarding each other, and I have not succeeded at all! I rushed back and forth three times, then retreated and killed more than 10,000 enemies...!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Temujin went crazy and kicked open the brazier in front of him. He looked like a crazy demon, furious. Many generals did not dare to say anything, and could only endure everything in front of him silently.

Ogedei did not tell the enemy's casualties, otherwise he would have been afraid that Temujin would collapse even more. According to the enemy's corpses, they did not even have two thousand people in the night attack, and one to ten casualties. This battle can be imagined how tragic Temujin's soldiers were.

"Shanyu! Now is not the time to worry about this! What should our army do now? Should we continue to fight or...!" Yelu Chucai bluntly reminded Temujin. If we continue to fight like this, there is no need for the Korean army to fight. Some small tribes on the grassland began to pay attention.

Temujin stared at Yelai Chucai with resentment. His eyes were eager to swallow Yelu Chucai, and he wanted to get angry at Yelu Chucai. Boyan, who was beside him, hurriedly said: "King! Withdraw troops! We will fight with the Korean army! They don't know our base, and we can fight guerrilla wars with them on the plains of tens of thousands of miles, and wait for the enemy's front line to lengthen. If we attack their food and grass, we will inevitably be defeated if we do not attack!"

"Huh...Huh!" Temujin exhaled exhausted and thought carefully about the suggestions made by Boyan. To become the king, he must have the courage to face failure. At this time, Temujin closed his eyes and pondered carefully. There was another most critical factor. Most of the cattle and sheep they lost in this battle, and logistics and food had become problems, so Temujin had no choice. At this moment, Temujin opened his eyes, picked up the whip on the ground, put it on his waist, and shouted angrily: " Withdraw the troops!"

Zhang Guaiya, who had been at the end of the tent, heard it, and some little slights had already arisen in his heart. The haze and anger that squeezed into his heart were finally released under the whips of Tolei. He was not a fool, he had to control his destiny, rather than let others ravage him.

However, Temujin looked at the corpse below and thought to himself: Han Yi, you have not won, and I have not lost either! Let’s see our final game! If you have the ability and chase after me, I will wait for you in the depths of the grassland!"

In the Korean Army's tent

Han Yi couldn't help laughing at the battle report between Wen Pin and Huo Qubing: "I'm telling me to reward the three armies, kill sheep and meat! Celebrate our heroes!"

"Cai!" Everyone shouted in unison, supporting Huo Qubing and the others.

"King, wait!" Huo Qubing hurriedly reached out to stop him, and said with a serious expression: "Why do you celebrate the achievements before the Huns have not been destroyed? Although the enemy is severely damaged, the foundation of the Huns is still there! If you don't take the opportunity to cripple them, you will definitely repeat the same mistake in the future!"

Huo Qubing's words pressed down the rising flames of the crowd again. Many generals looked at Huo Qubing up and down and said to himself: This kid broke his head in a war, why are you so stubborn? You are not happy to celebrate you!"

"The king and minister think that General Huo Qubing said the truth!" Yue Fei also agreed with Huo Qubing's remarks at this moment. These two people stand up with one stubbornness, which is a typical perfect match.

Huo Qubing's uncle Wei Qing could only stand up and persuade Huo Qubing, "Qubing! This is also a good intention! After all, you have been fighting all night, and it's time to rest!"

"It is because of this the good intention of the king! We ministers should solve the problems of the king, eat the king's fortune and be loyal to the king. Dear colleagues, we have come to this grassland thousands of miles away, not to celebrate the achievements. Chang'an's singing and dancing are more lively than here, but if we only care about enjoyment, who can defend our country!" Huo Qubing said the faces of everyone present were red, and even Wei Qing could not bear the face. He was taught a lesson by his nephew. Why did he feel strange, but he couldn't refute this kid.

Han Yi only thought Huo Qubing’s words were reasonable, but looking at the tired eyes of everyone, Han Yi was about to turn around, but Yue Fei beside him bowed and said, “King! Think about the 30,000 people of Yunzhong County who were captured and plundered, they are still in dire straits!”

The critical hit point of Yue Fei's words doubled. Originally, everyone thought that Huo Qubing was young and energetic and did not understand the bureaucratic way, but Yue Fei's words undoubtedly started from the supreme point of morality and justice, which made them feel ashamed of themselves. Look at their awareness and work attitude.

"The king Yue Fei, General Huo Qubing is right! He should save the people from water and fire!" Wu Qi also came out to take the team at this moment, so Han Xin naturally couldn't sit still and hurriedly bowed: "King! The overall situation should be the priority!"

What a guy! He directly blamed Han Yi, thinking that he wanted to rest and have fun, but he didn't know that the words "color" of those just now were louder than anyone else's shouting.

"Cough cough!" Han Yi coughed twice awkwardly, looking at Huo Qubing with a blood-armored voice, and immediately said, "Let's do it! Let's discuss fighter shots while eating! First, to replenish your energy, and secondly, to not waste time!"

"No!" Everyone agreed upon hearing this, and even Huo Qubing and Yue Fei were no longer in opposition.

The tent was thinking about countermeasures, but the injured camp was in full swing. Many soldiers who were ambushed by Mu Huali were sent to the injured camp, with wailing sounds everywhere. Bian Que, Hua Tuo and Zhang Zhongjing had been working for three hours. They were tired and dizzy and their eyes were red. On average, they had to treat hundreds of people each, and they had to rest for one and a half hours a day, which was only an hour. They were tired and yawning for the whole world, and could only use needles to stab themselves.

Han Ming also learned some simple tasks here, bringing tea and water, boiling a knife to get cloth, and two pink little hands were already dirty and messy at this moment.

"It's time to eat!" A chef was holding a basket full of hot steamed buns and broth. This was specially ordered by Han Yi.

The wounded and sick should improve their food, otherwise the soldiers who can clearly live their lives safely will be dangerous because they are not nutritious enough and have their diseases.

The person who delivered the meal was a fifty-year-old veteran who had his tendons cut off on the battlefield and could not exert force. Now he could only be a fire-headed soldier. People asked him why he didn't retire and went home to enjoy his old age. However, the old man said that his wife died and his son got married again, so he didn't want to cause trouble for them.

Every retired soldier will cause some trouble for his children when he returns. They will maintain the habits of the army and wait for the battle. When they return home, it is better to stay in the army.

The veteran's name is Yang Huzi. Because his surname is Yang and he has a goatee, people call him Goatee.

Goatbeard held two steamed buns and a bowl of meat soup, and smiled and handed them to a soldier lying on the ground. He took the steamed bun soup with both hands, but his feet could not move. He shouted at Lao Yang's beard: "Thank you! Lao Huangwei!"

"Hey! What's the matter with you kid asking for a fight? Are your legs ready? Go out quickly when you have to, don't take up space here!" The old goat cursed angrily.

The soldier grinned and drankly, but the soldier with his hands beside him smiled and said, "Uncle Yang, don't pay attention to him! What happened to you last time? Betroth your daughter to me!"

"Bah! You are such a disabled person! You should stay honestly! My daughter is the one you can marry!" Lao Yang's beard directly held the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, handing him the soup for the rice and said, "Be careful not to sprinkle it! One bowl per person! Live well! Wait until the war is over! Return home! Life will be better!"

When it comes to going home, these wounded soldiers feel a little lonely. A smart soldier next to him hurriedly beat him: "Zhang Mazi! What's your look? Only his daughter! You can even like it."

"Hey! What's wrong with my daughter! Xiao Guozi, please explain it to me! Otherwise, I will smash yours with a spoon... I won't give you food!" After Yang Huzi said that, he left. The wounded soldier named Xiao Guozi hurriedly smiled and said, "Don't, Mr. Yang! I owe you! You are so kind!"

"Hmph! It's okay to see you like this! Give you two steamed buns! Get packed up quickly! Return to the team!" Old Yang's beard was sharp-eyed, and he saw that the kid was healed and he was not leaving yet! Obviously he wanted to drink the soup.

Xiao Guozi didn't care. She picked up the two steamed buns on the table, first said thank you to Bian Que and others, and then bowed to everyone: "Brothers and old brothers! Li Guo is gone! I will continue to kill Hu Gou, the mountains are high and the road is far away! We will meet again in the future!"

"Come back! Come back!" The soldiers around him shouted, and people were avoiding the hospital, but they didn't know that being able to live to the injured camp on the battlefield would be better than death.

And these people shouted that they could come back, which means they should never die, even if they were injured, it wouldn't matter.

Old Yang pushed the grain cart with his beard and looked at Han Huang who was burning a knife. His face was stunned and pointed at Han Huang and said, "Who is this little baby!"

A veteran shouted: "Mr. Bian Que's apprentice! I don't know what the origin is! You call him A Huang!"

"Oh! This poor baby!" The old goat picked up a bowl of soup and handed it to Han Huang and said, "Little baby! Stop cooking! Let's eat something first!"

Han Huang was stunned, then looked at the steamed buns in the car, reached out to hold a piece, and shook the old goat somewhere and said, "Thank you! I just need one!"

After saying that, Han Huang bit the steamed bun with one hand and the other. Maybe he was really hungry. Han Huang, who was used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, didn't care that it was just an ordinary steamed bun.

This burning knife is a technical job. This knife cannot interrupt the fire. Once the temperature is not enough, the wound cannot be cured, and it will only cause secondary damage to people. Therefore, Han Huang is extremely careful, but the temperature that comes from the blade always forces him to switch back and forth to start using it.

No! Han Huang really couldn't stand the temperature on the knife. He held the steamed bun in one mouthful and hurriedly changed hands. Old Yang glanced casually and found that several blisters had appeared on the child's palm.

"Poor child!" Old Yang tore a steamed bun, took out a piece of meat from the pot, grabbed it on the steamed bun, and patted Han Huang's little head.

Han Huang turned his head, took off the steamed bun in his mouth, looked at Lao Yang's beard and said, "How are grandpa!"

"I'm hungry! Change with you!" After Lao Yang said that, he took the steamed bun in Han Huang's hand, put the steamed bun with meat into his mouth, and limped in the cart, and said by the way: "Wait! I'll bring you a cake to eat in the evening!"

"Thank you, grandpa!" Han Huang smiled and saw that the knife was almost burned. He came to the soldier with scratched calf, held the knife in both hands and said, "Uncle! Are you doing it yourself! Or I'll help you!"

The man was covered in blood, and there was an eight-centimeter-long knife on his calf. The man swallowed a touch of saliva and looked at Han Huang and said, "It's a blessing for me! Brothers on both sides! Help hold me down! Thank you!"

There were lightly injured people on both sides. One pressed the soldier's left leg with his hands, and the other held the soldier's injured leg. Then he gave Han Huang a positive look and said: "Little brother! Come on!"

Han Huang did not hesitate and pressed it tightly. Bian Que had handed over Han Huang hand in hand, so he must not hesitate to avoid the soldiers being punished and the wound had not healed. Although Han Huang was afraid, he still pressed the burning knife tightly, and the white smoke spread across the air appeared in front of Han Huang.

The wounded soldier was scalded to death. He first grabbed the mat on the ground tightly, and then couldn't control it anymore. The conditioned reflex of his legs often retreated. So the two soldiers pressed tightly and did not retreat. It lasted about half a minute. Han Huang let go of his hand, and saw that the wound was burned, so he picked up the cool herbs prepared in advance and applied it to the soldier's legs. After all, the soldier fainted. After all, the burning was painful, which was not something that ordinary people could tolerate.
Chapter completed!