The Turks are gone, and the battle is over. After only three days of repairs, Yun Hao took Zuo Wuwei back to Bingzhou City. In order to travel lightly, except for the gunpowder and oil trebuchet, all the rest of the baggage was left in Bingzhou City. If it weren't for Li Er's help, Zuo Wuwei would have had a problem even eating.

When he came, he was majestic and high-spirited, and when he returned, he staggered and was full of wounded soldiers. The wounded barracks of these years were horrible, and the army didn't bring much alcohol at all. Fortunately, it is winter, and the chance of infection is relatively low. If it was the height of summer, the casualties of the wounded soldiers would be an angry number.

Yun Hao had no choice but to drag the wounded soldiers to Bingzhou. As soon as they arrive in the state, they will have primary treatment. Many people's hands and feet may be saved, and many people's lives can be saved.

All the way south, God also had more problems. The snow turned into rain as it fell, and the ground was muddy for a while. After a while, it froze like stones, and the dirt road that had been in disrepair for many years was full of potholes. This is not a problem in the cold winter, the ground is frozen solid. But as soon as the warm wind blows, you will die, and as soon as the warm wind blows, the ground will melt away.

When the boot is stepped on it, it will make a "coo" and "coo" sound. At this time, the mud is very sticky. Sometimes you can even pull your boots off your feet.

Many people's leggings are long gone, and there is no clean linen. The leggings could only be boiled in a cauldron and used as bandages for the wounded. At this time, he didn't care about the cleanliness problem, and boiling it in hot water was the only disinfection method that Yun Hao could come up with.

Every day when I camped, I could hear the painful wails and moans of the wounded soldiers. Every morning when the march was made, there was always someone who could no longer move. There was no farewell to the remains, no memorial services. I just found a pile of wood, lit it and threw the body in. Don't worry about the wood not burning, in fact, corpse oil is the best accelerant.

Every morning there was a bonfire burning with corpses, and everyone was numb to the sight of the campfire. There are so many corpses that it is impossible to burn them one by one. The soldiers would light a campfire, wait for one corpse to burn the corpse oil, and then throw the other into it. This ensures that the person is burned through, leaving the finest ashes behind.

When the fire stops, someone will be inside a large pile of ashes. Poke out some with a shovel and put them inside the urn. There were so many deaths, more than 6,000 people died in Shuofang. The ash jar brought with the army has long been used up.

Without a columbarium jar, things like pots and bottles became sought-after. In the end, the helpless cook contributed all the pickle jars, but there was still no place to put the ashes.

In the end, there was no way, and the ashes of the dead soldiers were packed in sacks. Anyway, it's all robes, and if you die together on the battlefield, you and I don't have to distinguish between you and me. When they arrive in Bingzhou, they will have a brand new ash jar. But before that, all they had was sacks.

Zhang Xiaosan's arm was put into Li Xiaosi's leg, and Wang Laowu's head was stuffed into Hu Laoliu's crotch. There are even some people whose ashes jars contain parts that have nothing to do with him.

Yun Hao nested in his carriage, afraid of light, water, and sound. Like a rabies patient, such a tragic sacrifice. Let Yun Hao's heart seem to be fried in boiling hot oil, and every day is boiling for him. He didn't dare to go out, he was afraid to see the dejected eyes of the soldiers. Afraid of hearing the terrible howl every night, he even dared not breathe. Because the smell of barbecue is everywhere in the air.

Xiong Kuohai hung his arms and sat on Yun Hao's chariot without saying a word. Don't even look at the piles of burning corpses. There are no immortals in war, and it is not necessarily better to live and earn your life than to die. It is as long as horizontal and vertical, which is like a mirror in the heart of every tearing man.

In fact, Yun Hao didn't know that the soldiers were not depressed. On the contrary, their eyes were more joyful and hopeful, and they lost more than eighty percent of the first war. But the Turks also left corpses everywhere, and Li Er's troops did not count. Even if you count the Turkic heads in Shuofang City, there are more than 10,000. There are still many buried in the ruins of the fallen city wall.

The Tang Dynasty was knighted for his military merits, and if he wanted to live comfortably, he had to have military merits. There are even times when military merit can be blamed. Killing so many Turks this time, the court's reward will definitely not end. Everyone calculated how much money they would receive for their family this time. For many years, the family did not have to serve forced labor, nor did they have to pay taxes. Thinking that the output of the field would be their own, the injured ones would even laugh out loud.

There are even some guys who have been honored for nine turns, and they even fantasize about what kind of errand they can give. Not everyone has the opportunity to eat imperial food. Captain Zhichong didn't dare to think about it, but it shouldn't be difficult to go to the yamen to be a catcher, or even a governor. As for the guys who were originally school captains, they are even more looking forward to being promoted and making a fortune. With such a great contribution this time, I am afraid that many people can touch the threshold of the general. This is a carp jumping over the dragon gate, which is a major event related to future generations.

The most excited are Qiu Shili and Sheng Yanshi. This time, the two of them have made outstanding achievements, and they are already generals, and it is estimated that they can mix up with a knighthood. The marquis didn't dare to think about it, but it should be no problem to seal a title such as a township and county. Being an official is not a great honor, but having a knighthood is a real honor. Although it is the lowest, it is also a noble.

Viscount, baron and other titles are in Chang'an. There are more kings and eight in Weishui than them, but when they really arrive at the remote hometown of Longyou, it is definitely something to eat. Even if the prefectural magistrate saw the head of the family with a title, he had to pay respectful and respectful gifts. People live this life, and they live with a face.

As for the dead, it is enough to mourn and mourn. However, many people secretly found the marching scribe and secretly moved the head of his name to the dead robe. Let these dead people also enjoy some military exploits. When you get home, it will not only sound good, but the government's pension will also be more. At least, the family will no longer have to serve in forced labor for ten years.

The things between the robes in the army, Wuli Sima Quan should not be able to see. As long as there is no risky military achievement, they will not care. Between the Han and the Han, there is the friendship of the Han and the Han. This kind of friendship in the military needs to be encouraged and preserved, not attacked and stifled.

The spring rain finally fell, and many soldiers who had suffered from the cold began to have a fever. The situation of the wounded soldiers was particularly worrisome, and there were more than 20 miles ahead of the city of Bingzhou. But many people just haven't made it through this last stretch of the road.