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As a result, the bodies of the Turkic soldiers increased, but Abao was not affected at all.

Zheng Zhengjin killed his way from west to east, and it was obvious in this bloody battle that the Turks had no advantage at all.

From morning till evening,

Jie Li Khan finally accepted his fate and led 20,000 elite troops to break out from the east of Abao.

Jie Li Khan, Tuli Khan, and hundreds of high-ranking officials were spared by A Bao, but the remaining 20,000 elite Turks were all killed or captured by A Bao and Yuchi Gong who caught up with them.

Jie Li Khan really did not expect such a tragic ending.

He brought more than 200,000 Turkic soldiers and horses to the Tang Dynasty, hoping to enter Chang'an when Li Shimin was unprepared, but he was severely slapped in the face by reality.

Now they are like defeated dogs.

Especially now that he was trying desperately to escape, he looked extremely embarrassed.

"Eternal Heaven, my 200,000 Turkic sons, why don't you protect my Turkic people?" Jie Li Khan roared to the sky, his face flushed red, and he almost vomited blood.

Tuli Khan was pale as a ghost. He was frightened by the crazy killer Abao.

Wherever Abao went, people and horses were shattered.

That Shura-like scene was even more cruel than the Turks eating a few two-legged sheep.

And at this moment,
By the Wei River, Abao was swimming in the river. He wanted to wash off the blood stains on his body.

Zheng Zhengjin and Yuchi Gong sat together.

Wherever Zheng Zhengjin passed, soldiers and horses were also shattered. Yuchi Gong patted Zheng Zhengjin on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Prince consort, I never thought that you were so brave."

Zheng Zhengjin smiled indifferently and didn't want to talk.
Yuchi Gong stared at the Mo Dao that Zheng Zhengjin placed beside him, and said in a trance, "Your Majesty's sword is extremely sharp." Then he felt itchy and wanted to pick up the Mo Dao.

But he put his hand on it, wanting to pick up the Mo Dao, but the Mo Dao did not move at all. Gradually, Yuchi Gong's face turned red, but the Mo Dao still did not move.

Finally, he had no choice but to give up. After all, this knife was like a magical weapon to him.

"General Yuchi, how much damage did our Tang army suffer in this battle?" Zheng Zhengjin asked.

Yuchi Gong replied with a bitter face: "Prince consort, more than 3,000 Tang men were killed in this battle."

"Count the number of prisoners, enemies killed, and casualties among the Tang army soldiers, and send someone to send them back to Chang'an." Zheng Zhengjin felt a little depressed after he finished speaking. He didn't know whether this trip was correct, because historical records showed that Li Shimin sent Jie Li Khan away with gold, silver, and jewelry, but there was no record of whether the people in places like Jingyang were safe. How could there be a good ending if the Turks broke into the city?

Military generals worship the strong. Even a proud man like Yuchi Gong still worships Zheng Zhengjin immensely. After all, this man is truly a killing god.

"Come on, come with me to the barracks to check on the wounded, maybe I can save a few more." Zheng Zhengjin stood up without waiting for Yuchi Gong to answer, and Yuchi Gong also stood up and followed Zheng Zhengjin. Abao was catching fish in the Weishui River and having a lot of fun. He wanted to be a fragrant giant panda. The camp of the Turkic army had been occupied by the Tang army at this moment, and all the food, fodder, and baggage had been confiscated.

The two men walked into the tent. Zheng Zhengjin was still wearing a mask at this moment because he did not want to be famous. After all, people are afraid of fame just as pigs are afraid of getting fat.

Fortunately, the soldiers were only slightly injured, and the Tang army was also ruthless. They would bite off the necks of the Turks even if they were going to die.

Zheng Zhengjin said to the military doctor: "Before bandaging the soldier's wound, use this to disinfect it. This is alcohol. Just use it to clean the wound. In addition, the cloth used for bandaging the wound must be boiled in boiling water and then dried."

Zheng Zhengjin took out a bottle of alcohol from his trouser pocket and handed it to the military doctor, reminding him again: "This is alcohol, not wine. Remember, it is not for drinking, but for cleaning wounds to prevent infection and suppuration. Do you understand?"

The military doctor took the porcelain bottle from Zheng Zhengjin as if he had found a treasure, and glanced at Yuchi Gong, who scolded him, "Why are you looking at me? Listen to the arrangements of the Prince Consort."

The military doctor immediately did as he was told and began to clean the wounds with alcohol, causing the wounded soldiers to scream in pain.

Zheng Zhengjin couldn't help but said angrily: "Cleaning the wound is to prevent it from festering. If the wound festers, you will be close to death. Do you want to die? Huh? Why are you howling?" The soldiers who were being tortured by alcohol stopped howling instantly.

Zheng Zhengjin felt inexplicably irritated and walked out of the tent.

Yuchi Gong also followed Zheng Zhengjin out.
He said to Zheng Zhengjin: "Prince Consort, life and death are unpredictable on the battlefield. This is not your fault, and you don't have to blame yourself."

"Well, I just feel a little emotional," Zheng Zhengjin felt that he was a lunatic. Damn, there were only 47 Turks and Tang troops, each with an AK, and they could all be shot in half an hour.

At this time, a soldier came up to Yuchi Gong and said, "Report, General, our army captured more than 53,000 Turks and killed more than 125,000 enemies. The Turks had baggage and more than 10,000 sheep, a total of 100,000 war horses, and a large amount of gold and silver." As for where the gold and silver came from, it was naturally robbed when they marched south.

Yuchi Gong said to Zheng Zhengjin: "My Lord, how do you plan?"

Zheng Zhengjin said to Yuchi Gong: "General, this is your business, but I suggest you report it to His Majesty immediately and ask him to send more people to clean up the battlefield. After all, there are so many corpses here. If they are not handled properly, it will easily cause an epidemic."

Yuchi Gong asked: "Does your Majesty know how to prevent the occurrence of epidemics?"

"The army is full of rough guys. There is one thing you must remember: wash your hands before meals and after going to the toilet. This can effectively prevent the disease." After Zheng Zhengjin finished speaking, he walked towards the Wei River again. After all, Abao was still there.

The arrogant and proud Yuchi Gong couldn't help but admit defeat at this moment. After all, he understood Zheng Zhengjin's situation too well. If we talk about fierce generals, Zheng Zhengjin is not a human being. Damn, how could there be someone so ferocious and kill countless enemies? Even though he had fought for so many years, he didn't kill as many enemies as Zheng Zhengjin in one battle.

Zheng Zhengjin really had no idea how to deal with things in the army, nor did he want to know. Now, he just wanted to go home and hug his little wives and have some fun that would make both of them happy.

Although it is evening now,

But after hearing what Zheng Zhengjin said, Yuchi Gong returned to the tent to write the battle report, and then asked his confidant to deliver it to Chang'an, and asked to hand it to the emperor personally.

After receiving the letter, the confidant immediately crossed the Wei River and headed for Chang'an.

When Zheng Zhengjin arrived at the river, Abao had already gone ashore. He stayed next to Zheng Zhengjin's Mo Dao because he knew that Zheng Zhengjin was not a careless person.
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(End of this chapter)