"Wang Jian actually wants to fight me?" Li Mu looked at the war letter in front of him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a little smile: "Interesting......"

Li Mu took a pen and paper, wrote the word "war" on it, and then stamped the seal of his capital governor and handed it to the envoy of the Qin army in front of him: "Go back and tell your general Wang Jian that three days later will be the time for our decisive battle!" ”

Zhao Kuo, who was sitting at the head of Li Mu, was obviously a little unimpressed by this, and after the Qin army envoy left, Zhao Kuo couldn't help but speak: "Dadu Governor, Wang Qian's plan is just to survive in death, why should Dadu Governor agree to him?" ”

In Zhao Kuo's view, the current situation of Zhao Jun can be said to be very good.

The capture of Yuanli City is equivalent to tearing a big hole in the defense line of the Qin army.

The opening was torn open, and then the people of Qin could no longer stop the advance of the Zhao army.

Under such circumstances, the Zhao army only needed to continue to attack the Qin army's defense line, so why give the Qin army another three days of respite?

After all, this era is not the Spring and Autumn Period or even earlier, and it has long been a tacit rule for all countries to go to war without declaring it, so is it really good to give these three days of time?

Li Mu glanced at Zhao Kuo, seemed to understand what Zhao Kuo meant, and explained with a smile: "General Zhao Kuo, do you think Wang Jian will send troops to fight our army to the death when the time comes?" ”

Zhao Kuo thought for a while and said, "It should be, after all, he has no way out." ”

As a high-ranking general on Zhao Jun's side, Zhao Kuo naturally knew some military information that others didn't know, such as the fact that Pang Xuan's department had begun to outflank him.

If Wang Jian chooses to retreat at this time, then the Qin army will run headlong into the 50,000 cavalry from Pang Xuan, coupled with the tail pursuit from Li Mu's side, the Qin people will definitely die very miserably at that time.

Li Mu nodded and said, "Since this is the case, it is not a good thing to completely bury the Qin State with a decisive battle." Otherwise, if Wang Jian escapes, there may be some trouble in the future. ”

Zhao Kuo gasped and suddenly understood Li Mu's intentions.

This northern governor of Zhao actually wants to annihilate all of Wang Qian's 200,000 soldiers and horses here!

"Alright." Li Mu smiled and stretched out his hand to stop what Zhao Kuo was about to say next: "Let's go down and prepare, General Zhao Kuo, three days later, it will be the time for you and me to bury the Qin State with our own hands!" ”

……

Wang Jian walked in the camp of the Qin army, his face was serious.

This is the wounded and sick camp of the Qin army, and a smell mixed with the rotting smell of wounds, the smell of herbs, and the smell of sweat are mixed together, forming a taste that makes people absolutely not laugh.

A taste of near death.

Right in front of Wang Qian, a wounded soldier of the Qin army leaned against a tree stump with a blank face, and under him was a shabby straw mat, and some unnamed small insects flew around the wound in his abdomen, looking as if he was enjoying a rare feast.

Wang Jian walked up to the soldier and squatted down, waved his hand, and drove away most of the bugs.

There were still a few insects stubbornly clinging to the wound and refusing to fly, Wang Jian frowned, took out a small silk scarf from his cuff, and gently pressed it on the wound that had begun to emit the smell of rot.

The white silk scarf was dyed black, and on it lay the corpses of several small bugs, as well as some black unidentified substance, and some white pus.

It seemed that because of the wound, the wounded soldier's body trembled violently, and the originally wooden eyes suddenly regained a little brilliance, and his eyes focused on Wang Qian's body.

"Great, great, general?" The wounded soldier's voice was very hoarse, and he was a little surprised: "Yong, I've seen the general." ”

The name of this wounded soldier was Yong.

There is no surname.

Wang Jian pressed Yong's shoulder and said in a harmonious voice, "Why are you injured?" ”

Yong's thinking seemed to be a little sluggish, and it took a long time before he said, "I, I was injured by Zhao Jun's arrows when I was preparing for the Zhao army's attack. ”

Wang Jian nodded, and asked again: "How many Zhao people did you kill in this battle?" ”

Yong smiled, his face suddenly showed a little brilliance, and said, "General, I shot and killed five Zhao people this time!" ”

But then he sighed again: "It's a pity that the military order is not allowed to leave the camp, and I don't know if the military exploits of these five Zhao people can be remembered on my head." ”

Wang Jian thought for a moment and continued to ask, "Do you have a witness?" ”

Yong Zhengse said: "My team can testify for me!" ”

Wang Jian nodded and said, "Very good, take care of your injuries, I will send someone to verify this matter, and when you recover, you will be a hundred generals." ”

Yong laughed and said, "General, I can write down this." ”

The corners of Wang Qian's mouth moved slightly, revealing a hint of a smile, and said, "I am the main general, so naturally there is no joke." ”

Wang Jian patted Yong's shoulder, then stood up and continued to walk forward.

What he didn't see was that just behind him, Yong first showed a smile, but soon, the moment Wang Jian disappeared from Yong's sight, the wounded soldier who was too seriously injured slowly closed his eyes and fell into a coma.

Even the strength to say a few words is too heavy for Yong's body.

A soldier like Yong is not the only one among the wounded and sick.

Along the way, Wang Jian saw many wounded soldiers of the Qin army outside the tents, sitting or lying, almost everyone had a blank look on their faces, and some had already closed their eyes.

They are waiting for death.

They are dead.

A small group of Qin soldiers dragged the cart past among the wounded soldiers, and every time they saw a wounded soldier with their eyes closed, they would reach out and probe their nose, and then put those Qin soldiers who were completely out of breath on the cart.

The faces of these Qin soldiers were very calm, calm to the point where they seemed to have become a little numb.

There were already several corpses lying on top of the carts, and they would be taken out of the camp and then randomly found a place to dig a pit and bury them haphazardly.

These corpses were not the first corpses they had converged, let alone the last.

Wang Jian watched all this quietly, and suddenly said, "Where is the medical officer?" ”

A middle-aged man appeared in front of Wang Jian and nodded: "General." ”

Wang Jian looked at the medical officer in front of him and asked in a very calm tone, "Why don't you bring these wounded soldiers into the tent?" ”

The medical officer hesitated for a moment, and then said, "The general doesn't know anything about these ...... outside They are all people who cannot be cured. ”

Wang Qian's mind suddenly flashed the wounded soldier named "Yong" just now.

Wang Jian shook his head and said, "How many wounded soldiers can survive?" ”

The medical officer looked left and right to make sure that no one would hear before he said softly: "General, there are more than 15,000 soldiers who have been wounded in these days, but medicine and healers are extremely scarce now, and I estimate that among these people will survive...... I'm afraid it's less than 20%. ”

Wang Jian was silent.

Limited to the constraints of the times, Wang Jian didn't know that hygiene and infection were the culprits that killed these sturdy old Qin people, he only knew that in this era when people would die in the cold, being injured was almost one foot in the ghost gate.

It's just that Wang Jian is still a little unwilling.

These wounded soldiers, whether they are recruits or veterans, as long as they survive the battle, their combat effectiveness will definitely be higher, which is clearly shown by past experience.

It's just that 80% of these 10 percent are going to die, is it too much?

A rumor suddenly flashed through Wang Qian's mind: "I heard that there are some secret recipes in the Zhao army, which can make the survival rate of wounded soldiers exceed fifty percent...... I really don't know how. ”

What Wang Jian didn't know was that since the Battle of Handan, Zhao Jun had already set up a medical and nursing team with a complete establishment, and resolutely implemented the health system according to Zhao Dan's requirements.

Although this team is naturally rudimentary to the extreme compared to the medical team of later generations, it is much ahead of its time more than 2,000 years ago.

Wang Jian suddenly felt that the gap between the Qin State and the Zhao State did not seem to be only in the number or combat effectiveness of these armies on the surface, but also in the deeper, invisible and untouchable places.

In the end, Wang Jian did not blame the medical officer, but said slowly: "The big battle here will start in three days, so you can prepare and retreat west across the river from tomorrow." ”

Wang Jian didn't stay here for too long, the decisive battle was coming, as the main general, he still had too many things to do, too many people needed him to arrange, and the injury camp was just one of the stops.

"Great, great, general!"

Just as Wang Jian was about to leave, a wounded soldier of the Qin army suddenly called him.

Wang Jian stopped, turned to look at the wounded soldier who was a little frightened, and said very gently, "What's the matter? ”

Speaking of which, the age of this wounded soldier is actually almost the same as Wang Qian, but one of the two is an ordinary soldier and the other is the chief general of the army, but there is a world of difference between their identities.

The wounded soldier looked at Wang Jian and asked with some expectation and apprehension: "General, can our army win this battle?" ”

Wang Jian was stunned.

He originally thought that this soldier would ask if he would be cured, but he didn't expect to ask this question.

This question was like a crisp bell ringing, which made many wounded soldiers nearby raise their heads all of a sudden, and looked at Wang Jian expectantly.

Wang Jian was silent for a moment, took two steps forward, squatted down in front of the soldier, gently grabbed the soldier's shoulder, and said in a not high-minded but very affirmative tone: "In this battle, our army will definitely win. ”