Lin Weiye was stunned for a moment when he heard this. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info In the old time and space, according to the common practice of modern warfare, out of humanitarianism, prisoners of war cannot be abused and killed, and the bodies of the sacrificed soldiers will also be returned to the other party, but in the era of cold weapons, what is the right thing to do, Lin Weiye has no bottom in his heart, he did not make a decision without authorization, and asked Su Thick Leg in a low voice What to do.

Su blinked at him, and then said to the city "generously": "Fighting is a war, we are not unreasonable people, you can take the corpse, our Qiong Navy does not rely on the head to determine military merits." ”

The general was glad to hear this, and went back to his life in a hurry.

Ma Wei couldn't help it: "Lord Commander, Regiment Commander, how can you agree to this request?" This is a tartar! When they slaughtered my Ming soldiers and people, did they ever be merciful? ”

Lin Weiye also asked: "Thick legs, the corpses are piled up under the city, if they rot, it will cause a plague, it doesn't hurt to let them take them away, and it also saves us the strength to clean up the battlefield, I can understand this." But the wounded soldiers who didn't die were also exchanged for them, aren't we a little too generous? After these wounded soldiers heal, they will become murderers of the Ming army and the people! ”

Su Thick Legs smiled slyly: "I promised to let them pull the corpse back, but I didn't mention the wounded soldiers?" ”

Lin Weiye and Ma Wei were stunned.

Su pointed to the wounded Tartar soldiers lying in the middle of the corpses and groaning under the city and said, "Brother Ma, the soldiers of your cavalry battalion have heard that they can shoot arrows, why don't you come to practice and see how many arrows can kill a wounded soldier?" "Before the short guns were equipped with troops, in line with the principle of not pressing the body, Ma Wei let these cavalrymen also practice archery for a few months, and as for the effect, I dare not guarantee it.

"The soldiers of the cavalry battalion have practiced a little bow and arrow, but with a short gun, this archery kung fu is so-so, there is no need to think about it on horseback, there is no head at all, but standing in place and shooting a few arrows is barely passable......" Ma Wei replied subconsciously, and then came to his senses, his eyes lit up, "You mean, turn these wounded soldiers into dead people?" ”

Su Thick Legs grinned: "The wounded soldier doesn't turn into corpses, how can I be embarrassed to let the Tartar pull it back, I can't break my word!" ”

The three of them glanced at each other and laughed, Lin Weiye pointed to Su Thick Leg and said, "Hehe, there is really no one in your stomach...... I like it though. He had to admit that this was the best solution, which was to let the Tartars clean up the battlefield for him without putting the wounded soldiers back. And it is more convenient to use a bow and arrow than a rifle, the Qionghai rifle is essentially a front-loading smoothbore gun, and the shot is fired vertically, without rifling jamming, and the lead bullet will fall out.

The soldiers of the cavalry battalion climbed the city wall with light bows and aimed at the wounded soldiers who could still move below the city. Their archery skills were even rougher than what Ma Wei said, and they were not even worthy of the adjective "so-so", and after a long time of analogy, the first arrow was shot, a few positions away from the target, and it was nailed to the ground, which startled the wounded soldier who was aimed, and quickly moved to the side.

Ma Wei was so embarrassed that his face was red, and he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth: ", you've been practicing for more than half a year, why can't you shoot so closely, and you still can't move." ”

The soldiers were so ashamed of the scolding that they wished there was a crack in the ground for them to get into.

Su Bu Leg didn't mind, and encouraged: "It doesn't matter, let's focus on muskets, bows and arrows are just auxiliaries, take your time, if one arrow misses, two arrows will hit two arrows, two arrows will miss three arrows, the wounded soldiers can't move, and you can always shoot if you try a few more times." ”

With his encouragement, the soldiers re-raised their bows and arrows and aimed at their targets.

With a "whoosh", the soldier who had just shot the first arrow shot his second arrow, aiming at the target just now. This time there was a great improvement, hitting the wounded soldier's thigh, the head was average, the strength was good, and it was firmly nailed into the ground through the muscles. The wounded soldier was already suffering a gunshot wound, and he was dying, and he was shot through the thigh by an arrow, and the pain was terrible, and he couldn't help but howl.

Su Thick Legs praised: "This arrow is quite standard, I want him to suffer a little first, right?" Isn't it time to in the chest next? ”

The soldier snorted: "Report to the regiment commander, I was aiming at the chest......"

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" Su coughed a few times and changed the topic, "Let's go together, finish the shooting early, and wait for the Tartar to collect the corpse!" ”

So the soldiers of the cavalry battalion stretched out their bows and arrows, each looking for a target, and the arrows in their hands flew out with a "whoosh".

The soldiers worked hard, but the hit rate was still very touching, and it was normal for a soldier to not kill a wounded soldier with three or five arrows. However, the wounded soldiers suffered a lot, and the gunshot wounds had already cost them half their lives, and they had to accept the torture of these half-hung archers - the arrows fell on their ears, feet, nails to their hands and legs, they just missed the point, this kind of death at any time, but the feeling of not dying is simply torment.

One of the wounded soldiers grabbed the shaft of the arrow on his leg and pleaded, "Please, give me a good ...... The blood is running dry......"

At this time, several Niu Lu Zhangjing came with a group of armor soldiers to receive the wounded soldiers and corpses, followed by a team of auxiliary soldiers pushing the wheelbarrow snatched from the local area to prepare for shipment. When he got closer and saw this scene, a Niu Lu Zhangjing was furious, pointed to the wall and scolded: "Minggou, you don't keep your promises, you clearly said that we would take away the wounded soldiers and corpses!" ”

Su was furious when he heard this, picked up a rifle and aimed it at him, and fired a shot with a "bang".

This Niu Lu Zhangjing participated in the previous battle, and knew the power of this firearm, so he shrank his head and fell on the horse's back when Su raised the gun in his thick legs, so this shot did not hit him, and hit the horse's neck, piercing a bloody hole. The war horse screamed and staggered to the ground.

"Keep your mouth clean, the general of the defeated army is not qualified to be presumptuous." Su Thick Legs scolded, "I promised you to take away the corpses, but did you promise to take away the wounded soldiers?" Since there is none, why should we say that we are not trustworthy? ”

This Niu Lu Zhang Jing was speechless. Everyone thinks that "taking away the corpses" means taking away the wounded soldiers as well, who knew that these cunning Han Chinese played word games?

Although they were angry in their hearts, the situation was stronger than others, they suffered defeats, and they begged for help, and there were dense firearms on the wall pointing at them, and their waists could not be stiffened, so they could only swallow their anger and carry the corpses on the ground.

And that's not even the most infuriating. Because the archery skills of the cavalry battalion were so bad, they shot for a long time, and there were still a few wounded soldiers who were not hit by arrows. So all the soldiers aimed at these unlucky guys, and the arrows flew over like money. The dense arrows fell around the wounded soldiers, and the number of accurate heads was not enough to make up, and after all, a few arrows were stuck in the wounded soldiers, and they died on the spot. And the armored soldiers who were responsible for transporting the wounded soldiers could only watch their robes die in front of them, but they could not do anything.