Wang Hun answered, ordered two elites of the Chahar Department to come out, and asked them to escort the person who had violated military discipline.

Everyone got on their horses and galloped away.

And about half an hour later, a cavalry team that broke into the army finally discovered this place. The officer in the lead saw the scene from a distance, and his face suddenly changed greatly, and he hurriedly brought someone over to check, but all he saw was a mess of corpses. After searching for a while, the officer's face turned pale, and he scolded hatefully: "These damned dog officers and soldiers. ”

He waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Let's go, let's go back to the city, we have to report to the general, and then make plans." ”

With that, he ordered half of his men to stay here, and the rest to follow him back.

When these people left the battlefield, Dong Ce also led the people back to the temporary camp.

In the temporary camp, in the spacious open space in front of it, everyone gathered in a circle, and the one who was surrounded by everyone in the middle was the elite of the Nachahar Department who had just violated military discipline.

Dong Ce said in a deep voice: "Execution!" ”

"Yes!"

Several family members pounced, stripped the Chahar elite of his clothes, and then pressed them to the ground. Yelu Lihe walked behind him, holding a whip in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Since you have violated the military law, you will be punished, Lao Tzu is very heavy, if I am beaten to death, I can only blame you for your bad life." You're not the first to die at my wit. ”

The elite of the Chahar tribe gritted his teeth and said nothing, but his violently trembling body still showed his nervous and frightened mood.

Yelu shook his head, shook the whip in his hand, and then whipped it down heavily, and a long and thick blood-red whip mark suddenly appeared on the back of the elite of the Chahar department. Dense beads of blood oozed from the position of the whip marks, and this whip made people feel their eyelids jump. The elite of the Chahar tribe let out a miserable scream, and his body twitched violently.

According to what Dong Ce said before, if he violates this military discipline, the punishment is to draw 20 military whips.

It didn't take long for the twenty whips to be drawn, and the back of the elite of the Chahar Department was already a blur of flesh and blood, and even a piece of flesh and skin could not be seen. But there was still a low grunt from the man's mouth, and it was clear that he was still alive, and it seemed that the wound was severe but not life-threatening.

Dong Ce raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at Yelu Lihe. He knew very well what kind of person Yelu Lihe was, looking at the ferocity, in fact, he definitely kept his hand, otherwise with his ability, five whips down, this person's life would be gone.

Dong Ce also praised Yelu Lihe in his heart, and secretly said that this guy looks rude, but he is really a meticulous person, and this messenger is very good.

The reason why Yelu Lihe is like this is also because he guessed Dong Ce's thoughts. This person is in full view of everyone, secretly concealed and seized, violates military discipline, and it is not okay not to punish him. But Dong Ce actually wanted to give Alatan Ula a face, so Yelu Lihe didn't make a ruthless move.

In this way, the authority of military law is maintained, and it is reasonable for Alatan Ullah to hold a grudge against him.

Dong Ce walked up to him, and then ordered: "Come on, clean his wounds, apply wound medicine, and bandage him." ”

He also wants to send a signal to everyone through this incident: If you violate military discipline, I will definitely punish you, but one yard is one yard, and after the punishment is over, you are still my brother under Dong Ce, and I will definitely try my best to help you. The family members under Dong Ce, especially the elites of the Chahar Department who had just joined, were all thoughtful when they saw this scene.

Dong Ce personally carried the elite of the Chahar Department to his tent, then washed his hands, and asked people to wipe his back with alcohol, and after cleaning the blood stains or something, Dong Ce personally applied wound medicine to it. In the process of doing these things, Dong Ce has been silent, pursing his lips and not speaking. And the elite of the Chahar Department rolled out with tears in his eyes, and in the end, he simply lay there and cried bitterly.

His body twitched one by one, and a lot of the medicinal powder that had been sprinkled on his body was shaken off, and he cried very sadly, and his cry was full of remorse and gratitude.

Dong Ce patted him lightly on the shoulder and said in a low voice: "Don't cry, your body is already weak at this time, and it's not good for your health to cry again." If you continue to cry like this, you won't be able to touch the powder I put on you. ”

The Chahar elite nodded heavily and pursed his lips vigorously, trying to stop crying, but how could he endure this kind of thing? There was still a whining sound from his mouth, and it took nearly half an hour for Dong Ce to apply medicine to all the wounds on his back, and then wrapped them in clean gauze.

He stood up, washed his hands, and said in a deep voice: "If this is a good gold sore medicine, so that for half a month at most, your wound will not be in the way, and you can go back to fighting." ”

He smiled and said to the Chahar elite: "If you want to hate me, you can scold me in your heart, I don't care." ”

This Chahar elite turned over and knelt on the ground, kowtowed a few times, and said loudly: "My lord, I will never scold you, let alone hate you in my heart." You didn't kill me for committing such military discipline, and you treated me like this, I just feel sorry for you, and I did a big wrong thing to make you embarrassed. From now on, Agoura is willing to die for you! If you say a word, I will be willing to let me die. ”

His Chinese language is not very good, there are Chinese and Mongolian in this sentence, mixed together, thanks to Dong Ce also learned a lot of Mongolian during this time, so he can understand it. His emotions were extremely excited, his eyes were swollen and red, but his expression was determined, and it was obvious that these words were definitely from the heart.

This Mongolian man named Agoura only had gratitude to Dong Ce in his heart at this time, without a trace of resentment, but felt that he should not be embarrassed by his own affairs.

There is no way, in this era when the hierarchy is extremely clear and the dignity is extremely strict, if the superior shows a trace of kindness and true affection to the lower, the inferior will be grateful. What's more, Dong Ce really cares about these subordinates from the bottom of his heart. True or false, they all understand their feelings.

Dong Ce patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I'm very happy that you can think like this." Agoura means mountain in Mongolian, and I hope that you will be as strong as a mountain in the future. ”

Agoura nodded heavily, and Alatan Ula watched this scene from the side, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his respect for Dong Ce increased a little.

Before that, he had always been noncommittal about the cooperation between the Empress Dowager Su Tai and Dong Ce, although he had no objections, and he was not very optimistic about it in his heart. The reason is that he feels that Dong Ce is not extraordinary, and he is afraid that cooperating with him will not be of much help to the Empress Dowager Su Tai's plans, but at this time, he feels that the Empress Dowager Su Tai is really accurate in seeing people.