The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 95 Wang Yu
"The king's army is hard to win!"

"More than 3,000 people have died in less than a few moments since the start of the war. And we're still fighting!"

"It's no use surrendering to a saint. It's nothing more than going to another place to receive the reward."

"Yeah."

"Kill as many of them as you like and they will become keepsakes!"

"Xue Tao, I want to take your head and turn danger into wealth!"

"Kill Wang Yu. He is a military commander and is valuable."

"..."

"Kill!!!" The shouts of killing shook the sky in the flower valley. The Iron Axe, Overlord, Slashing Knife, and Charge became more and more courageous as the battle progressed. The long swords followed behind, and the knives were all cut and curled. The chaotic army was on the verge of collapse. With a serious physical disadvantage, they failed to hit the spears in just ten rounds, and their formation was forced to retreat rapidly. The archers' powerful crossbows were like the invitations from the King of Hell. Each wave of shooting could knock down hundreds of people. The beast soldiers in the front were afraid of the king's cavalry, afraid that the formation would collapse, and they tried their best to maintain it; the beast soldiers in the back waiting to join the battle were in turmoil, and their morale quickly fell.

The officers took off their clothes and hid quietly. The mule soldiers whipped their mounts with panic. The crossbowmen looked at their empty quivers with their teeth trembling. Some of them kept cursing and saying they would just surrender. The beast soldiers had entered the most chaotic and crazy moment before collapse.

"Hold on, hold on! Wait until the king's front is exhausted, and then we will slowly retreat!" Xue Tao, the yamen's military officer, was so anxious that he kept sending people to plug the holes. Some beast soldiers knew the pros and cons and went up without saying anything, but most of them were slow to act and even refused orders. If you want to go, Xue Yuhou will go by himself! Seeing that we are about to lose the battle, we should keep our strength here so that we can escape into the woods later.

"It's over! I lost so quickly..."

Wang Yu observed the battlefield. The soldiers on the front line were beaten so badly that they could not raise their heads. They had already formed a situation of fighting and retreating. Even if Xue Tao led the army to put out fires everywhere, it was useless. The formation was moving backwards. Who should lead the troops to stop the momentum of defeat? Thinking of this, he slapped his forehead in despair and shouted to the sky. The wandering soldiers around him also began to panic and seek their own survival. Just like they abandoned Huang Chao at the beginning, they ignored Wang Yu, the leader who had led them all the way to Fengzhou to survive.

"Damn it, you all deserve to die!" Suddenly, Wang Yu was like a mad tiger, picking up a steel knife and slashing wildly. He was a fierce general of the Chao Army, and at this moment he was insane and crazy, and ordinary people really couldn't do anything to him. Most of the wanderers were the remnants of the Chao bandits. Chao Ben had followed Wang Yu for more than ten years, so it was not surprising to see him going crazy. He just thought he had eaten too much meat jerky and got sick.

Some people punched him twice in anger, some laughed at him a few times, and some left a few words of care and ran away.

Wang Yu was tired of venting his anger, so he threw away the knife and sat down in the mud.

He has been ruined by alcohol and sex these years. He didn't have a good meal on the way out of Fengzhou. His body was weak and tired. Thinking of this, a few lines of cat urine rolled down his cheeks. He crossed the north and south from Huangwang. He didn't die in the Guangzhou epidemic, and he didn't die in the bloody battle in Chang'an. Now he is going to be buried in this river valley with birds singing and flowers blooming and fir trees deep in the valley.

"Defeated, defeated!" Just as he was thinking, a large group of mule soldiers with arrows stuck in their buttocks ran past in panic, causing mud to fly everywhere.

Wang Yu looked over.

Du Yu Hou Xue Tao, with disheveled hair, rolled and crawled, running for his life.

escape!
Run away!
Behind him, in the rain-curtained flower valley, there were soldiers who had thrown away their armor and weapons. They were wading through the mud, their faces covered in blood and dirt, in a state of disgrace, and shouting and cheering. Officers kept dying in the chaos; the lance attack was a complete failure! More than 3000 people were stabbed to death by the lances, and more than a thousand unlucky people were shot like hedgehogs. Whether it was equipment, physical strength, military morale, discipline, or numbers, they were far behind the enemy, and the enemy had thousands of cavalry to help. How could they fight?
"The pursuers are coming! The Leopard Cavalry is coming!"

"Damn it, the King's Army is not the Shen Ce Army at all."

"Ah - I'm shot by an arrow, save me, don't abandon me."

Wang Yu's face turned completely black, but he was no longer sad. He turned around and joined the group of fleeing soldiers.

immediately.

The sound of thousands of horses' hooves trampling the ground came from behind, shaking the whole valley. Down the hill, a mass of cavalrymen came into view. Following behind them were countless infantrymen, all gritting their teeth, eager to behead them and gain merit, even pushing and shoving each other for this. The officers whipped them in the face and ordered them to maintain formation, but they were completely helpless, so they simply stopped talking and wrestled with the sergeants. There was no one easier to kill than a fleeing soldier - how could they miss the money that was delivered to their doorstep!
kill!

The beast soldiers who failed to escape were pinned to the ground and their heads chopped off.

"Surrender, I surrender!"

"Fuck you--Puff..."

"I am willing to serve the saint, please spare my life - hehe... it hurts... don't cut my neck..."

"Give me the head!"

"what!"

Wang Yuzhi broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this.

"Captain Wang!" a familiar voice sounded behind him.

Wang Yu could tell it was Hou Jing without even looking up, and asked without turning his head: "You, you are not dead?"

"Let's go together." Hou Jing said.

Hearing this, even though Wang Yu had been a thief for more than ten years and was used to betrayal, he could not help but be moved and said, "The governor is a kind man. Quickly gather the brothers you can trust and let's go into the mountains."

However, Hou Jing did not say anything. Wang Yu repeated it, but the answer he got was a steel knife.

"We want to go together, but not with you, but with your head..." Hou Jing took advantage of the situation and stabbed Wang Yu in the back with a knife. Then he held down his shoulders and flipped him hard a few times, crushing his intestines and internal organs.

Wang Yu spurted blood from his mouth and said intermittently: "Don't...ah..."

It really hurt, and he couldn't help but think of the girls he had eaten.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, Wang Yu's head with the neck bone was grasped in Hou Jing's hand. After cutting off Wang Yu's dirty head, Hou Jing turned around in a hurry. Soon, he encountered a team of Tianxingdu knights who came to kill him with spears.

"I am Hou Jing, the last regent of the righteous army. I took Wang Yu's head. He was a general of Huang Chao."

The knights were stunned.

"Really? Wasn't it Zhou Zongliang who was chosen by the rebel army to be the next in command?"

"He has been killed, and the soldiers have re-established me as their leader."

"Oh——" Without any warning, the leading knight stabbed with a spear. Hou Jing couldn't dodge and was stabbed in the throat. The knight dragged him off the horse and then cut him with his sword. After putting the two heads into the saddlebag, several people laughed at each other and were too lazy to chase them: "Let's go back and report our achievements to the saint."

On the tower, the saint felt dreamy as he looked at the broken limbs and arms that covered the flower valley and the warriors who were chasing him. The whole battle took less than an hour, and even less if we counted from the time when the main force of the rebel army fought with our army. As for how long it would take to encircle and suppress the defeated soldiers, it depended on how much strength the soldiers had left - the four iron axes were weakened by the harness. After the beast soldiers retreated, they were exhausted and fell directly on the grass, panting like cows, just like the virtuous concubine who was brutally beaten by the saint on the wedding night, and afterward, no part of her body could move except her eyes.

Fighting with a spear on the front line is not a job for humans.

"Saint...you need more money!" The wounded soldier groaned and said with difficulty.

……

The saint came out from the camp.

"Zhao Jia."

"What orders does the official have?"

"Come with me to comfort the wounded and dead."

"Yes."

In today's battle, more than a thousand soldiers were killed and nearly two thousand were injured. It's not a tragic loss, but it's a lot. The main casualties came from the four divisions of Iron Axe, Overlord, Slashing Knife, and Charge. They faced the most fierce attacks of the enemy on the front line and determined the victory or defeat of the entire army. Even though everyone was in iron armor and there were archers, cavalrymen, and Pengpai to cover and cooperate, in the bloody and cruel face-to-face fighting, more than 700 people died from the cluster of guns, lances, and volleys. Fortunately, they won the lance fight and forced the enemy to retreat again and again, otherwise many more people would have died.

"Well played."

"They are all King Xiang and Lu Bu."

"Lie down, lie down. You can't be polite if you are injured."

"..."

The saint walked back and forth among the strong men, asking this one and patting that one.

"I've been stabbed in the heart, I don't think I'll live long, saint, please help me find an adopted son, I don't have a woman yet."

"My arm is broken, will the saint just kick me out of the army?"

"My brother died in battle, and his body was trampled and can't be found. Your Majesty, can you send someone to look for him? My brother has a big beard and a scar on the left side of his face. I want to take him home."

"Alas, this killing continues. When will it end?"

"I want to eat meat, lamb!"

"..."

The soldiers' demands were varied, and the saint listened patiently in silence. Some feared that they would have no descendants, some wanted to take their brothers' bodies back home, and did not want them to be buried in a mass grave in an unknown place. Some worried that they would be kicked out of the army after being injured and left to fend for themselves. Some asked for more rewards so that their parents could have money to spend their old age and they could die peacefully. There were all kinds of things, and the saint's eyes were wet when he heard them.

Start crying!
In fact, the problems raised by the warriors are also a common phenomenon these days.

Take the matter of death in battle for example. What did 90% of the vassal states do? If the battle was fought within the town, most would handle it properly for the sake of morale and military spirit. But if it was a faraway away away battle, the kindhearted would dig a pit and pile the bodies in, burn and bury them. Others would strip off their clothes and armor and throw them naked in the wilderness. Dead is dead, what's there to be sad about? Recruiting soldiers is too easy. Others would collect the bodies and make dry food. There were very few who were willing to take the trouble to bring the dead soldiers back to their families, or to make a coffin for burial. The status of warriors was indeed high at that time, but dead warriors had no status at all.

If this continues for a long time, how can the relationship between soldiers and generals be good? Why should soldiers fight to the death for their generals? If they take the reward and go to the battlefield, and do not make a fuss or rebel, they will be worthy of the Jiedushi. Later, Li Cunxu behaved recklessly, which alienated the generals and soldiers. On the way to attack Li Siyuan, he gave money to feed the generals, but no one appreciated it, and most of them quietly ran away. Li Cunxu had no choice but to return to Luoyang.

As for the pension, it depends on which vassal state you served in, how wealthy the state was, and who the Jiedushi was.

Another example is the matter of being wounded. If you can be cured and can fight again, then you should be cured. If you can't be cured, then you should be killed immediately, so that your crying and wailing will not affect morale. If you are still disabled after being cured and have no value, then you should be given some money and sent home.

In fact, it is their duty to provide pensions, treat the wounded, bury the fallen soldiers, etc. But why are most Jiedushi too lazy to do it? Because for them, there are too many people who want to be soldiers and eat food, and there are plenty of people who want to be soldiers. If you don't like it, you can leave, anyway, there are plenty of vassal states in the world.

Warriors are corrupted step by step, and military discipline is also deteriorating step by step. If you want warriors to be like human beings, you must first treat them as human beings, not as the sergeants say, "using us as scapegoats all day long." No matter what they think in their hearts, they may rebel at any time, but if you do it with the utmost sincerity, there will always be people who remember your kindness at the critical moment.

"Zhao Jia, prepare a list of all the fallen soldiers, and I will take people to look for them tomorrow. For those who are injured and cannot return to the team after recovery, they will be given some money and sent back to their registered residence. Those who are willing to stay will serve as guards in the palace. For those who may not have any descendants, I will ask the Yiting Bureau and the Ministry of Internal Affairs to find a child after the army returns to the capital. If the family members are willing, they can be adopted as their sons..."

The saint said a lot in one breath, covering all the things raised by the soldiers.

We must focus on the fundamentals and never slack off in winning people's hearts and minds.

　T1 lost, I am very unhappy and don’t want to write any more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)