The follow-up laborers also rushed over, and the French army also sent thirty military doctors and six pharmacists, and the coalition army began to clean the battlefield and treat the wounded. Naturally, this chores fell on Wilson's head, and he brought them with him so that they could supervise the laborers.

On the battlefield for several kilometers, there were corpses of Qing soldiers everywhere, and there were also many wounded Qing cavalry. Wilson quickly found the highest-ranking man among the wounded, a five-rank officer wearing a blue bead on his head, who had both legs broken by shrapnel and was rolling on the ground in pain. He was so badly wounded and bleeding that the doctors couldn't treat him. The only thing Wilson could do was to make the officer suffer less, and he helped the officer with his pistol.

Not far away, there was also a Qing cavalryman kneeling pitifully in the mud, covered in blood. One of his hands was tied to his wrist with a rag, both legs were blown off, and a saber cut the back of his head. The poor fellow must have been wounded first, and on the way to escape, he was pursued by the coalition cavalry, but unfortunately the knife in the back did not kill him, but made him cry a lot. Wilson helped him again with his pistol, and the soldier smiled kindly at Wilson as the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his head.

Wilson hated it, and although he was helping others, it wasn't a joy at all. The Indians were so happy that they put to death all those who could lay down their dignity and plead with them and help them with their work. They rummaged through corpses, and could always find some elaborate ornament on the officer's body, or broken silver in the soldier's pocket. The laborers from Canton were expressionless, showing no pity or sympathy for their compatriots, but doing their job dutifully.

Wilson couldn't stand the situation, so he handed over the work to a few company commanders, retreated to a fairly clean grass, took out his pipe and began to smoke.

"Your Excellency General, you are still so leisurely!" A freckled freckled monster walked over. The colored general was the nickname they gave Wilson, and Wilson gave them a corresponding tribute, and the Spotted Monster was one of them.

"Well, are you going to be honored?" Wilson laughed and said that the Spotted Monster was from the Fourth Brigade, and the Fourth Brigade was not doing well.

"Perhaps! If it weren't for our ingenuity, today's battle would have been difficult. "It's very shameless.

"Your ingenuity?" Wilson tossed the match to Spotted Monster and asked suspiciously, he could tell that Spotted Monster was not joking.

"Of course, when we advanced as the vanguard, we had already been discovered by these savage infidels, and the ships had just run aground at low tide. At this time, if the heretics send cavalry to attack us, you will have to meet our defeated army in the back, but fortunately we are clever enough! The Spotted Monster lit his pipe, too.

"What did you do?" Wilson was also curious, when he saw the Qing army, the Qing army didn't know what they were waiting for.

"We raised the white flag, and these barbarians thought we were here to negotiate peace, so they never attacked us." Spotted monsters don't mean to be ashamed.

"Oh God! Don't you know what the consequences of doing this will be? "Wilson really couldn't accept it, no one had ever played tricks with the white flag, because it would have very serious consequences. You can only use the white flag once, and the next time people won't believe you, and when the troops really want to negotiate peace or there are other circumstances, the white flag will no longer be a signal to ask the other side for a truce.

"Your Excellency General of Color, we are not in a civilized country, we are facing a group of uncivilized savages, and it is not a big deal to tease them." Spotted Monster said indifferently.

"That's right!" Wilson was also relieved, this was the conquest of civilization, and there was nothing wrong with deceiving the savages.

The two talked and laughed for a while, and suddenly the crowd cleaning the battlefield fluctuated, and Wilson hurried to check. It was the Indians who found a living officer in the pile of corpses, who also had a blue crown bead on his head, and who was also a five-rank officer. The hapless man had a dozen pieces of flesh torn from his thigh by a bullet, probably falling on his head when he fell from his horse, and he fainted when he was found. The Indian's meticulous body search, like a full-body massage, woke the guy up. Worthy of his honor, he snatched an unloaded rifle from the Indian, and was wielding his bayonet vigorously to drive the Indian away from him.

"Give up resistance! Your army has been defeated, look around, you're the only one left here, don't put up a useless resistance. Wilson's men could only speak Cantonese, but he was fluent in Chinese. He had told the senior officers that the difference between Cantonese and the official dialect spoken in China was no less than that between English and French, but the arrogant aristocrats did not care about this.

"Come on! Give your grandpa a treat! Swords and guns are white, you come up and die one by one! The Qing officers simply ignored Wilson and continued to attack the Indians around them. His injured leg dragged him down, making his attacks look clumsy, and Wilson had practiced boxing, so he didn't think the officer in front of him was a good fighter.

Sure enough, two Indian soldiers rushed forward and easily subdued him. But Wilson didn't like the way the Indians treated the officers, they were so impolite, it was enough to subdue him, why should he press his head into the blood! Wilson stopped the Indians' mistreatment of the mob that disturbed their wealth, and two white soldiers tied up the Qing officer and escorted him to Smith.

"Sir, Colonel Smith wants to know your name, your official position, and the unit to which you belong!" Smith didn't know a word of Chinese, and Wilson made an improvised translation.

"The eldest husband does not change his name, sits or changes his surname, Lao Tzu is a monk under the account of Prince Greenqin, and the green camp of the Xinhe camp under the command of the capital is Guo Huaya." The officers of the Qing army were not embarrassed at all, and spoke from top to bottom.

"Sir, please calm down, here you are absolutely safe, no one will hurt you. For you, the war is over! Wilson always felt that this Guo Huaya was in a state of rage.

"I'll repeat it once, your position is Dusi, your superior is Dutong Duxinga, and Duxinga's superior is Prince Monk Greenqin, am I right to understand this?" Wilson smoothed out Guo Huaya's words with difficulty.

"Almost!" Guo Huaya is still very arrogant, as if she wants to bite someone.

"How many more men do you have in Xinhe? Equipment? After listening to Wilson's translation, Smith continued.

"There are still thousands of soldiers and horses in the Xinhe camp, and there are not many guns, have you seen our arches and horses? If you dare to go to Xinhe, you will never return, and they will avenge us! Guo Huaya tilted her neck and said.

"He'll leave it to you, be kind to him!" Smith nodded after receiving the information, Guo Huaya said that the situation was similar to their reconnaissance, and after explaining a word to Wilson, he turned to report to his superiors.

Wilson looked at Guo Huaya with a smile and a smile, what a strange guy, he confided in the situation of the Qing army very cooperatively, but his attitude was very bad. Wilson has been in the army for many years and has seen all kinds of captives, some would rather die than give in, and some will surrender on their knees, but this is the first time he has seen a person like Guo Huaya. Wilson arranged for Guo Huaya to treat his wounds, cleaned him again, and finally served him water and food.

Although the European and American armies were not very good people and did not treat the people very kindly, they rarely mistreated prisoners of war, especially the captured officers. Because these people are also their wealth, they can get a large ransom through these guys, which is a European tradition. Especially in the era of aristocratic rule, war was just a game of dispute resolution between nobles, and they were safe on the battlefield. All countries have a gentleman's rule not to shoot officers, and if they are defeated, they will be captured at most, and they will eat and drink well, and in the end their families will pay to ransom them. After all, both sides of the war are nobles, and most of the nobles in Europe have relatives, and it is not good to kill anyone, so the death and misery on the battlefield only belong to the mud-legged soldiers, and the nobles are just commanders. It's like a game of chess, the soldiers are the pawns of the strangulation, the nobles are just the ones who play chess, and winning or losing is just a matter of money, and it has nothing to do with life and death.

The European and American armies still retain this tradition, so Guo Huaya has not been mistreated, or even tied up again, and he still has wine and meat in his food. After all, the capital division is not a petty official, although Guo Huaya is a five-grade registered capital division, not a four-grade actual lack of capital division, but it is also equivalent to a school-level officer. Of course, it is necessary to be polite to treat the generals, and the generals should be treated as they deserve, even if they are prisoners, they cannot eat the food of the soldiers.

However, in Wilson's eyes, Guo Huaya obviously did not adapt to Western eating habits, Guo Huaya was sobbing all the time, and it was difficult to swallow the food when it reached her mouth. And while crying, he said something vaguely, which was very painful. Wilson himself hated the cooks in the army, and their cooking skills could only be described as horrible, and they could make good steaks taste like cow dung. He understands Guo Huaya's tears very well, and every time he eats these dark dishes, he also wants to cry. So Wilson is considering whether to catch a Chinese cook and come back, if the Chinese redeem the prisoners and find that their officers are starved and thin, but it is very unseemly to be a gentleman, and the gentlemen of the British Empire must not lose this face.

"Ready to hit the road?" Wilson stood at the door of Guo Huaya's tent, wanting to apologize for the cooking skills of the cooking soldiers who killed people, but Guo Huaya stood up first and wiped her face clean.

"We are a follow-up force and will not participate in the attack on the Xinhe battalion, although the Xinhe battalion has been captured, but there are still some battles that are not over. You may be staying in this tent for one night, but you can move to New River tomorrow. I can only apologize to you for our humble conditions, I hope you can understand! Wilson smiled very gentlemanly, although he was fluent in Chinese, he still didn't understand the other meanings of going on the road.

"You don't kill me!" Guo Huaya pointed to the food on the table and said, he thought it was a severed head meal! When I first ate it, it tasted like chewing wax, and I missed my whole life and my relatives at home.

"Of course not, you are captured, but you can rest assured that you are completely safe, and you will not be mistreated in any way, and you will be treated as you deserve!" Wilson also remembered that the rules in China and Europe seemed to be different.

"Lao Tzu will not surrender!" Guo Huaya looked at Wilson's humble smiling face and thought crookedly again.