Everyone has a growth process, and this is what Abaique is.

Suddenly, Meile Zhangjing, who had no real power, jumped into the hands of the empowerment and the independent side of the Inlaid White Flag Gushan Ezhen. When encountering an emergency, Abai's lack of tempering caused the constant deficiencies to be constantly exposed.

At this time, what he needs is a leader, or a backbone who can strengthen his beliefs and let him know what he must do.

Dokana played this role. He was not defeated by yesterday's failure, but instead became more motivated.

Because he wants to avenge the dead Jurchener, he wants to let his old comrade Yindahuqi die without regrets, and he wants to save face and the lost honor for the inlaid white flag!

He also wants those guys who are afraid of the wisdom of the tiger to know that the Eight Banners children can defeat the Ming people!

"Will we have to take a detour when we see the Ming army in the future? Before we can draw our swords, we will kneel down and beg them to spare our lives!"

Zuomele's ridicule and angry questioning made the generals blush. Even though they still thought in their hearts that the strength of the Ming army was not something they could challenge, and the sacrifices they had made were unbearable. However, under Dokana's forced gaze, they still chose to remain silent.

No one wants to be a coward who is ridiculed.

"Third Prince, if we even abandon the wounded soldiers, who will dare to fight against the enemy in the future?"

"No matter whether the Ming army has any tricks or not, we will go and save our son!"

"Third Prince, don't give up, don't give up!"

“…”

Dokana strengthened Abai's hesitation and blocked all the doubts and refutations.

............

The Ming army did not lie. They really allowed the Inlaid White Banner to treat their wounded and carry back their dead soldiers.

At first, Abai asked Long Gu to lead troops to monitor the Ming army, and the Jin soldiers who went to treat the wounded were also very careful, but soon the Jin soldiers relaxed their tense nerves.

The Ming army not only allowed the Jin soldiers to act, but even handed over more than a dozen stretchers made of wooden boards from behind the wooden fence so that the Jin soldiers could carry the wounded soldiers away faster.

This action left the Jin soldiers present at a loss and confused the generals of the white-flagship flag.

"Are the Ming army showing goodwill to us?" Du Anchao was not sure if this was the case, so he asked Meilezhang Jinglong Ancient University beside him.

Long Guda touched his bare head and muttered: "The Han people must not be at ease."

Du Anchao shook his head. The Han people were no longer happy, but the facts were all in front of them.

No matter what the above thought, the Jin soldiers who saved the people were still very grateful to the Ming army for their help.

The wounded Jin army soldiers who were carried onto stretchers looked at the Ming army with complex eyes.

By conscience, their lives were given by the Ming army.

With the help of the Ming army, the efficiency of the Jin soldiers has improved a lot.

More than 200 wounded soldiers were rescued one after another, and more than 300 bodies were carried away.

The further we went, the harder it was to search and rescue by the Jin army because many of the bodies were trapped in deep pits caused by the Ming army's explosion.

The corpses that were blown together were even harder to piece together, so they could only pick them up and throw them into the car.

.........

Even though the Ming army was consistent in their words and deeds and released full goodwill, the Jin army did not dare to send more people to rescue them, which made the Jin soldiers responsible for saving people miserable.

After half a day, Dorny was exhausted. The stubbed limbs of the surrounding people and the internal organs that he stepped on from time to time gave the young Jin soldier a new understanding of the war.

Before this, he only followed his Niulu to Lao Linzi to catch the savages. Those savages who didn't even have iron tools had no ability to resist.

Too miserable, too cruel...

"Uncle Tucker, the Ama and the mother of these people must be very sad to know that their son is dead."

The one who was called Uncle Tucker by Dorny was the growth of the twelfth Niulu, an officer equivalent to the small flag of the Ming army.

However, the people from Twelve Niulu were the original prisoners of Huifa tribe, not old Jianzhou, so their equipment was very poor and they had no horses. When fighting, they were mostly responsible for pushing shield chariots, setting up cloud ladders, and doing some cleaning of the battlefield with the Han Aha.

If you don’t do it like this, you can save people and carry corpses like this? The old Jianzhou people can’t stand the stench.

Uncle Tucker wiped his hands with a cloth, sat down, and said in a muffled voice: "How can one not die when a soldier? You should be glad that they look down on our Twelve Niulu, otherwise you will die."

Dorny was silent for a while and looked up at Uncle Tucker: "Aren't we also from the Ming Dynasty? King Khan has been guarding Jianzhou for Ming Dynasty. Why did he suddenly fight with the Ming army?...If there was no war, these people would still be alive." The last sentence sounded very sad.

"Don't talk nonsense,"

Uncle Tucker glared at Dorny and wanted to scold him, but he didn't do this in the end. Instead, he said softly: "Dorny, don't think about it, you can do whatever you tell us... I heard that the father and grandfather of the Khan were killed by the Ming army, so the Ming Dynasty was our enemy."

Uncle Tucker didn't want Dorny to think randomly, but Dorny curled his lips: "What's the matter with us? We have no grudges with the Ming people."

Uncle Tucker was stunned for a moment: Yes, what kind of grudges do we have with the Ming Dynasty?

...........

After being tired for most of the day, Twelve Niulu finally got the wounded soldiers and the corpse back.

When the last group of Jin soldiers retreated, cheers came from the Ming army camp. I think it was because I finally didn't have to smell the stench.

Abai ordered the lifted corpse to be cremated on the spot, and the corpse cannot be preserved in the near May.

The Jurchens did not pay attention to returning to their roots like the Han people, and they were buried in peace, so no one opposed the decision of the banner owner.

When the corpse was cremated, a shaman who followed the army jumped around the fire and jumped into the great god, which made the living feel a little calm.

It is easy to deal with the dead, but it is difficult to deal with the living.

There were not so many doctors in the army and there were not enough medicinal materials, so people could only arrange for people to send the injured hundreds to Changdian first and then to Heituara. Otherwise, many of these wounded soldiers would die because they could not be treated.

The two Jiala wounded soldiers together had five or six hundred people. So many wounded soldiers sent to the capital would definitely make Hetuala panic, but Abai could no longer care about it.

The Ming army sent someone again.

The Ming envoy who came this time was the soldier who had fought the white flag last time. He conveyed General Xiao's meaning to Abai-Ming army hoped that the Jin army could give up the way to return to the south.

"Our army will set up camp and return to Yizhou tomorrow. If your army refuses to give way, our army can only meet you with swords and spears and fight for a way out!"

The Ming soldiers who served as envoys were not afraid of Abai at all, and they all had disdain in their eyes.

Although the angry Ming army and a small soldier dared to despise him so much, Abai did not have the idea of ​​killing this person. He was still a little stubborn.

"May I have your name?"

Abai looked at the Ming army soldier who didn't take him seriously with interest.
Chapter completed!