Guiyi Fei Tang

Chapter 25 Recovering Zhangye
"Kill me if you want, don't humiliate me!"

"be honest!"

At dusk on the battlefield, when the war was over, the Shazhou army basically controlled every corner of Zhangye City. The foreign soldiers who tried to resist were killed, and those who surrendered were imprisoned in the West Gate City Wall.

At the same time, Zhang Yichao and others also led their troops into the Ganzhou Jiedu Yamen in Zhangye City, and brought Dazalubu, who was confident of victory a few hours ago, into the yamen.

Zhang Yichao sat in the main seat. The captains on his left and right were basically in neat armor, but Dazalubu had disheveled hair and bloodstained armor, looking very disheveled.

Even after being captured, Dazalubu still maintained his pride and never kneeled down.

Even though the soldiers behind him kicked his legs hard, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

"you……"

"All right!"

Seeing that the soldier was about to kick again, Zhang Yichao took the initiative to stop him, while looking at Dazarub.

"Dazarub, you are a talented general. If you are willing to provide information about Shandan, Liangzhou and other places, I can consider sparing your life and even reward you with money and food so that you can live in peace for the rest of your life."

When Zhang Yichao said this, he stared at Dazalubu calmly.

However, Dazalubu laughed defiantly and said, "Although I am not as talented as my ancestors and have not become a great theorist, I will not succumb to the coercion and inducement of the Han slaves."

The royal family of Tubo was called "Lun", the eunuchs were called "Shang", and the Da Lun and Xiao Lun were the prime minister and deputy prime minister.

Dazalubu was proud of his ancestor who had once been a great minister of Tubo, and his attitude was obvious.

"court death!"

Suo Zhongyi put his hand on the knife when he heard this. Before he could make a move, Zhang Yichao interrupted him: "If you don't say it, someone will say it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yichao's expression changed, and he said to Li En beside him: "Take him to the East Gate and let him die facing the people of the Tang Dynasty!"

"Yes!" Li En responded with a gloomy face, and then took a few soldiers and escorted Dazalubu to the east gate.

At the same time, Zhang Yichao also said: "Pass on my military order. Except for the 11th, 12th, and 13th Regiments and the wounded soldiers, the rest of the troops will be stationed outside the city. No one is allowed to enter the city without my order!"

"Yes!" All the generals stood up and responded, and then the military orders began to be passed on to the various troops in the city.

In just one hour, except for the three regiments and the wounded soldiers mentioned by Zhang Yichao, the rest of the troops withdrew from Zhangye City and settled in the camp built yesterday.

The siege of Zhangye took most of the day, from early morning to noon. Although the speed was fast, the casualties were very heavy.

More than half of the soldiers in the 12th and 13th Regiments were killed, and the soldiers from the subsequent support regiments also suffered casualties.

Liu Jilong was not aware of the exact number of casualties. At this time, he was lying in the military camp in Zhangye City, his teeth clenched and veins bulging.

"All right……"

A relieved voice sounded, and Liu Jilong also relaxed.

At this moment, he was lying on a wooden bed, with a doctor in front of him cleaning and bandaging his wounds.

Liu Jilong was sweating profusely, and so was the doctor.

However, the former is due to pain, while the latter is due to consuming too much mental energy.

Liu Jilong's ferocity on the battlefield resulted in a body covered with wounds.

Because they were the first to reach the summit, Zhang Huaishen specially transferred several doctors to treat them.

"Twelve arrow wounds, seven knife wounds, six bruises..."

The thirty-year-old doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and shook his head, saying, "If it were someone else, he would have died long ago."

"Fortunately, your wounds are not deep, otherwise even a god would be unable to save you."

The doctor lamented Liu Jilong's injury and felt that this was the biggest challenge in his career.

Liu Jilong coughed a few times when he heard this and said, "I wonder how long it will take for my injury to heal?"

"At least one month. Also, try not to do any heavy work during this month, otherwise your knuckles will burst again."

The doctor responded to Liu Jilong, then closed his wound box, stood up and said, "Just lie down and rest. I will report to Captain Zhang in a moment and ask him to arrange someone to serve you."

After the words fell, the medical officer turned around and walked out of the rather spacious room, while Liu Jilong lay on the bed, staring at the roof, unable to rest for a long time. At this moment, he closed his eyes, and his mind was filled with the scene of Zhang Chang crying while holding the bodies of Zhao Qian and Jiao Da, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Even though they had only known each other for less than a month, Zhao Qian and the others were brothers he had trained personally, and it was also the first time he had led brothers.

It was just a battle, but most of the third group was killed. How could he feel guilty...

From dusk to nightfall, in a daze, Liu Jilong waited for a young man of about fourteen or fifteen years old.

His name was Cao Mao. He was a slave in Dazalubu's mansion and was the person hired by Zhang Huaishen to take care of Liu Jilian.

Although more than half of the soldiers from the 12th and 13th Regiments were killed, Zhang Huaishen was not qualified to rest as there were too many things for him to do in the city.

Even so, he still did not forget Liu Jilong. While sending Cao Mao to take care of him, he also had someone stew a fat chicken for him.

Liu Jilong didn't know whether Zhang Chang and the others would receive the same treatment, but the hunger in his stomach made it unbearable. When the chicken was served on the table, he endured the pain and ate it voraciously.

In Hexi, fat chicken is much harder to find than mutton.

Even though he and his third group of brothers had eaten well in the past half month, it was still a little lacking.

In today's fight, if Liu Jilong could make himself strong and powerful, he might be able to fight a few more times.

"Boss..."

Liu Jilong had just finished eating a whole fat chicken and two pounds of corn rice when he heard Zhang Chang's familiar voice.

He turned around and saw Zhang Chang, with a cloth wrapped around his face, leaning on a crutch, standing at the door with Ma Cheng, Li Ji and Geng Ming, looking depressed.

"Have you eaten everything?"

Liu Jilong invited everyone in, and Zhang Chang and the others nodded.

"Captain Zhang had someone slaughter a few live chickens for us and Director Zheng of the 12th Regiment. We came to look for you after we had eaten our fill."

As Zhang Chang spoke, he came in with the help of Ma Cheng and others.

Liu Jilong glanced at them and saw that everyone of them was injured, and Zhang Chang was the most seriously injured.

He was hit by an arrow in the cheek and had a knife wound in the thigh, but fortunately his leg was saved.

"Captain, Jiao Da, Zhao Qian and the others..."

Zhang Chang felt bitter in his mouth, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became stagnant.

"Let's take a look at the military rewards and pensions first..."

Liu Jilong didn't know what to say, so he could only say to everyone: "If the money and food provided by the army is insufficient, we can pool our money and take good care of their families."

When Liu Jilong said this, he couldn't help but recall the young and impulsive Zhao Qian.

This young man, who was full of vigor and ambition a few days ago and hoped to become famous, has now become a cold corpse.

The Battle of Zhangye was the first siege battle Liu Jilian experienced. Even though he had made sufficient preparations beforehand, he did not expect that the final result would still be so tragic.

"According to Captain Zhang, the first landing and the capture of the flag are all attributed to the six of us."

Ma Cheng lowered his voice and said at the same time: "If this is true, it will be easier to take care of Zhao Qian's family in the future."

Everyone nodded at Ma Cheng's words, but Liu Jilong was still a little worried.

According to what was said before the war, the first person to reach the summit would be rewarded with 3,000 strings of cash and promoted three levels.

In other words, in addition to the 3,000-string reward, Liu Jilong and his men will be promoted three levels.

Liu Jilong is currently the team leader, and three levels above him is the regimental lieutenant.

He was a commoner with no background and dependent on Zhang Huaishen, who wanted to gain the military power of 200 people by just one achievement.

Even if Zhang Yichao agreed, those powerful people probably wouldn't agree.

Thinking of this, Liu Jilong couldn't help but feel depressed...

(End of this chapter)