The number of casualties among the fanatics, even the most conservative, is at least more than ten thousand people. [No pop-up novel network] may even reach 20,000. 10,000 casualties is definitely not a small number. If it is changed in other places, the cost of 10,000 surnames can achieve great results. However, here in the White Army, they have nothing to gain.

No wonder Zhang Tianhao sighed. The top brass of the Ottoman Empire, as if they really didn't care about the lives of these fanatics. They are on the battlefield, it is simply too extravagant. There is so much cannon fodder that the ammunition of the white army can be consumed. For the white-clothed army, this is something that they dare not even think about. If the battle had just begun, the white-clothed army would have killed 10,000 people, but I am afraid that this battle would not have to be fought at all. The White Army can't afford this kind of attrition.

"That's what they believe in. Death, for them, is the call of the true God, a kind of glory, a kind of destination. In fact, not being afraid of death is not necessarily a good thing. Blindly not being afraid of death will only make yourself suffer more casualties. They only think about mobilizing crowd tactics and relying on numbers to win. This method of warfare is gradually becoming obsolete. ”

"I pondered, in the future battle, I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid that it will no longer be an advantage. At least, it's no longer a deciding factor. Good organization and staff officers, reasonable firepower allocation, and excellent battlefield coordination ability are the way to win a decisive victory on the battlefield. The knowledge of all aspects that decision-makers on the battlefield need to know will continue to increase. ”

Song Bingshu put down the binoculars, felt something, and said eloquently.

When Xu Xingxia heard this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Song Bingshu, with an appreciative look in his eyes. This little guy really sees a little bit of the doorway. As a traverser, of course I know that what he said is the mainstream of the development of the world in the future. The development of the white-clothed army is carried out in close accordance with such a world mainstream.

However, Song Bingshu is not a traverser. It is indeed quite rare for him to be able to deduce such a theory from the battlefield. It seems that there are a lot of talents in the White Army! No matter what era it is, the Han nation has always produced many talents. Now, talents are slowly converging on the white-clothed army. This is definitely a good thing from any point of view.

At the same time, Song Bingshu's words also reminded Xu Xingxia. It seems that it is necessary to arrange a time for all the high-ranking generals of the White Clothes Army to attend classes, concentrate on rotation training, instill advanced operational concepts, and wash away the rigid dogmas in their brains, so that they can also understand what war in the new period is. Blindly not afraid of death, it's really outdated. In future wars, we must stress knowledge, brains, organization, and coordination, and we must not blindly and brutely act.

In addition, it is necessary to strengthen the construction of the staff system. There is no doubt that in future wars, the status of staff officers will be greatly enhanced. With the continuous updating of weapons and equipment, all kinds of advanced equipment are dazzling and dazzling, and it is impossible for a single person to master so much equipment knowledge. Just the data can make people dizzy. Therefore, when making decisions, commanders must rely on staff officers to provide sound advice.

"This Green Cult ......"

Zhang Tianhao shook his head lightly and muttered to himself.

Until now, he still can't understand the belief of those fanatics. In his view, no matter what kind of faith, it is actually just a variant of the form of domination among human beings, and it is the people at the top who are fooling the people at the bottom. The purpose of the existence of all religions is for the ruler to better exercise his rule. All other propaganda is.

If a religion is in the interests of the ruling class, it will be strongly supported and promoted. On the contrary, once a religion threatens the interests of the ruler, it will inevitably be ruthlessly suppressed or even exterminated. The root cause of the many extermination activities in history was simply because of the needs of the ruling class.

Although Zhang Tianhao is not a traverser, he has the same belief as Xu Xingxia, that is, an atheist. In this world, where are there any gods and monsters? It's just a pretext made up by some people. It's like the gods and Buddhas of the East, and many people say it clearly, as if it really exists. However, how many people have really seen God and Buddha? It's all ethereal things, people are like clouds, and in the end they don't know what to do.

These fanatics, they are not dying for the sake of the true God, but for the upper echelons of the Green Cult. They are purely cannon fodder for the upper echelons of the Green Church. Even, they are not even as good as artillery fire. If death is really a good destination, then why don't the upper echelons of the Green Cult die? Why do they go to great lengths to prolong their lives? Therefore, their suicidal charge, in fact, does not have any meaning.

Well, it's not that it doesn't make any sense, at least it can consume a certain amount of ammunition for the white-clothed army. According to the calculation of killing a fanatic with ten bullets, tens of thousands of fanatics can consume at least hundreds of thousands of bullets from the white army. With so many bullets, the cost of transporting them from the rear is actually quite high.

"Bastard!"

"Get up to me!"

"You guys! Lose face! ”

Annaid, wielding her scimitar, kept yelling.

Such a result, of course, was not what he wanted. As a young generation, Anneid, of course, hopes that he can stand out and become a rising star of the Ottoman Empire, or even the flower of the empire. Only in this way will he be able to wield more power and get more opportunities for promotion. His family is in charge of the empire. As long as his performance on the battlefield is affirmed, the future can be said to be a bright spring.

With more than 100,000 fanatics in his hands, Ann Naider is indeed full of ambition! How many soldiers are there in white? It's only a few thousand people. Hundreds of thousands of fanatics can drown each other with a mouthful of spit. Ann Naider didn't need to think much about it, he thought that the victory in the battle must be his own. Therefore, in terms of combat deployment, he hardly had any suggestions, that is, he ordered everyone to swarm and kill.

However, when the battle actually began, Anneid realized that things didn't seem to be going as smoothly as he had imagined. The counterattack of the white-clothed army was very fierce and very deadly. The zealots are dying a little too fast. In just a few moments, there were no more than 20,000 people. If this continues, more than 100,000 people will be consumed, and it is estimated that it will not take too long.

"Withdraw it!"

"Don't make fearless sacrifices!"

Mahmud's face was gloomy and he ordered An-Naid to withdraw.

At this time, Annaider was still a little unwilling. He didn't take the fanatics seriously. He was bent on opening the gap in the positions of the white-clothed army. As long as you can kill a gap in the position of the white-clothed army, even if all the fanatics die, it will be worth it. Anyway, there are hundreds of thousands of fanatics who have died, and there are hundreds of thousands of them behind.

It's a pity that he failed. Most of the more than 40,000 fanatics he sent up had already been sacrificed, but the position of the white-clothed army did not move at all. The most depressing thing is that it seems that the battle continues to continue, and the position of the white-clothed army will not be shaken in the slightest. In this battle, the fanatics were completely defeated.

"Withdraw!"

Ann Naid said helplessly.

The first day of fighting ended like this.

On the side of the white-clothed army, there was no pursuit, and there was a crisp ceasefire.

The remaining fanatics retreated, and a rough count of the number of people showed more than 30,000 casualties. Among them, more than 20,000 were permanently left on the battlefield by the white-clothed army. However, neither the White Army nor the Ottoman Empire seemed to be too concerned with this casualty figure. Those fanatics are worthless, and no one takes them seriously.

Aside from the large number of dead people left on the battlefield, there seems to be nothing worth describing about this battle. On the side of the Ottoman Empire, fanatics simply came to send them to their deaths. On the side of the white-clothed army, as long as you close your eyes and shoot. The Sultan's own troops did not move, and on the side of the White Army, there was no movement in the mortar positions.

At night, the wilderness of Tirik is exceptionally quiet. Faintly, there is already a trace of coolness. Bursts of cool breezes kept blowing, spreading the smell of blood on the battlefield as much as possible. This is the case in this part of the Western Regions. During the day, it's hot to death, and at night it's cold to death. If you don't pay attention to the cold, you will catch a cold.

In the faint light of the stars, the corpse collection team sent by the Ottoman Empire was burying a large number of the corpses of fanatics on the spot. The soldiers of the White Army, who were on guard in the vicinity and watched by the way. They are all equipped with telescopes. Since there were too many fanatics killed in the war, it is estimated that the corpse collection team will be busy during this time. Until the corpses everywhere are cleaned up, it is estimated that the Ottoman side will not continue to attack.

Xu Xingxia rode his horse around the camp and walked slowly. After a tiring day, the soldiers all fell asleep after eating their afternoon. The entire camp, except for the vigilant sentinels, as well as the troops on combat duty, rested. Xu Xingxia inspected several key places and found no accidents before returning to the command post.

Song Bingshu was pondering the movements of the Ottoman cavalry troops. But, for the time being, he doesn't have a clear idea. During the daytime battles, the enemy's cavalry units did not appear, which was somewhat unusual. I don't know what the hell Mahmud is up to. This old guy must be thinking about some plan behind it.

Since it was impossible to determine what insidious plan Mahmud was pondering, Xu Xingxia decided to take the lead and catch Mahmud off guard.

"Linghu Hai!"

Xu Xingxia suddenly stood up and shouted loudly.

"Here!"

Linghu Hai hurriedly arrived, stood up and saluted, and waited for orders.

(To be continued)