open sea

Chapter 72
It is said that human life is as cheap as a dog on the battlefield, and Chen Mu felt that the soldiers who survived were worse than dogs.

The victorious Banner Army did not have much joy. There was only silence on the battlefield where corpses were strewn across the field, and weak gasps filled the ears.

They won.

Ever since a stray bullet fired from Chen Mu's formation knocked down the enemy leader, the battle has become a one-sided massacre. During the brief stalemate and fighting phase, the rebels had at most [-] casualties and could enter the hunting phase. In the end, their harvest was more than five hundred.

Chen Mu didn't lie in the pile of bones to pack the bones like the tired flag army, and walked on the battlefield with a knife with a hole in it, making up for the rebels on the ground who could not be saved at a glance, so as to reduce their pain.

As for the cowards who were slightly injured or pretended to be dead, Fu Yuan behind him led the banner army and tied them up, and together with the captives who surrendered, handed them over to Shangguan Bai Yuanjie.

They had their own destiny, no matter what, the war was over, and Chen Mu didn't want to kill any more after it was over.

If someone else kills it, that's just someone else's business.

In the distance, Wei Balang ran over with a kettle in his hands, a spear in his hand, and a long saber dangling from his waist. He fell into the pile of corpses, got up after a while, kicked his feet on the ground angrily, and ran back bouncing.

After a while, he happily jumped over again, holding the water bottle in front of Chen Mu, "General Banner, drink water!"

"En." Chen Mu took the water bottle, raised his head and took a few sips, then handed the water bag to Balang, and then said: "Next time you fight, take good care of your flag army, don't always think about losing your subordinates and go forward rush."

Wei Balang was full of dissatisfaction, his thin spine was erect, and he was eager to try from head to toe, "I can hack them to death, stab them to death!"

This kid inherited the Ming army's fanatical yearning for first-level skills, and because of Chen Mu's appearance, he abandoned the cowardice of the guard army. to the back of the ass.

This made Chen Mu sigh with emotion. The Ming army should maintain high morale and a fearless attitude like Wei Balang. On the battlefield, it was as frenzied as a newborn puppy running around. What kind of a fart is it that the Japanese slaves of the three islands of the northern captives of the Jurchen outside the Great Wall are considered farts?
It's a pity that only this silly boy is so fanatical, even Chen Mu thinks Wei Balang looks like a little fool.

Small arms and legs, who can beat you!
Chen Mu smiled, didn't take Balang's words seriously at all, patted the dead child on the head, and said impatiently: "Go and call Shi Qi, I haven't counted the casualties yet."

"Hey!"

Wei Balang ran in response to the sound, not as active as in the ancient battlefield where corpses were strewn all over the field, but as relaxed as if he was asked to run errands in Qingyuanwei.

Seeing his cheerful back jumping in the sea of ​​corpses and bones, and the blood flowing into the river, Chen Mu suddenly didn't want Wei Balang to be a military household.

"Fu Yuan, you don't know how to read, do you?"

Chen Mu suddenly remembered, turned his head and said something to Fu Yuan who was lying in the pile of corpses and turned his back, scaring the cowardly gambler enough, and replied tremblingly: "Ah, hey, always Qi, the humble job is just a dilapidated military household, how can there be such a great fortune and literacy. Heh, these people are rich!"

Fu Yuan weighed the pocket in his hand and handed it to Chen Mu, and smiled apologetically, "General Banner, the broken silver is almost 30 taels, and there are even more copper coins. Where did these idiots rob to get so much money?"

"Would you like to be literate? When I get back to Qingcheng, Mr. Chen will hire you a teacher." Chen took the money bag and shook it in his hand, "Do you know how much it costs to hire a teacher?"

Teachers are divided into Enlightenment Teachers and Confucian Teachers. This was what Bai Yuanjie told Chen Mu when he asked Chen Mu to take the martial arts exam.

The so-called Mengshi is the teacher who enlightens children, and the classics teacher is the teacher who teaches students the imperial examination.

The importance is different, the knowledge required is different, and the price is naturally different.

"Meng, Master Meng?" Fu Yuan bowed his head for a moment, then raised his head and asked: "General Banner, please ask scholars for a lot of money, so Shi Qi can teach them."

"Shi Qi will teach you, who will lead the soldiers for Chen?" Chen shook his head and rejected Fu Yuan's suggestion, weighed the money bag in his hand, and said, "Is this enough? You will lead soldiers in the future, and you can't read or write."

In fact, making Fu Yuan and the others literate is incidental. Chen Mu's main purpose is to make Wei Balang literate and sensible, like a boy scout death squad all day long, putting his life on the battlefield sooner or later.

Qingyuan guards had guard schools. In the Ming Dynasty, every guard station had government-run Confucian guard schools. However, for a long time, guard commanders were controlled by several surnames. Officers' schools, such as Qingyuanwei's [-] health posts, are also occupied by the children of major military officers such as commanders and envoys.

When Chen Mu was a child, he was still educated in the health school, but today's Xiaoqi general banners are obviously not qualified to enter the health school.

If you want the trustworthy people around you to improve your talents, you can only find another way.

Like military expenses, if you can't allocate it, you can raise it yourself!

Fu Yuan didn't say anything, but led the Qi army to rummage through the pile of corpses more vigorously. Chen Mu was at leisure, picked up the water bottle and asked Qi Zhengyan to help him wash his face, and patted some water on the wings of his nose.

The bloody smell soaring into the sky penetrated into his nostrils, making him suspect that his sense of smell was as bad as Lou Qimai.

"Go and tell Bai Qianhu that these corpses must be burned and buried as soon as possible. If they can't be burned, they should be thrown into a deserted mountain. They can't stay here." Chen Mu frowned, and assigned a flag soldier to say: "It's hot , will give birth to plague.”

The banner army led the way and left. Chen Mu knew that Bai Yuanjie would take his words seriously. After all, there were traces of how the Ming army handled the corpses in the Battle of Xinjiang.

The heads are taken away and credited. Some of the corpses of the friendly soldiers are taken away and placed properly. Some of the corpses of the friendly soldiers are buried neatly on the spot if they cannot be taken away; , the corpses were buried in a mess.

The difference is that the Battle of Xinjiang is a riverside and woodland where no one walks, while the Battle of Shishan is a narrow valley road with traffic functions. In the future, passers-by will pass through this place. If it is not handled properly, it will easily breed plague.

Shaozhou Mansion is not far from Qingyuan, and Chen Mu is worried that once the plague spreads, it will be out of control.

Not long after, before the Banner Army sent to inform Bai Yuanjie of this incident came back, Wei Balang brought Shi Qi, who was frowning, with a frowning face. Shi Qi, who was covered in armor, was holding a brush and drawing on the book, and said to Chen Mu: " The General Banner, the Banner Army suffered few casualties, and a lot of Xiangyong died—they cut off their heads on the battlefield, they were too greedy.”

Chen Mu took the brochure and looked at it for a while, nodded to show that he understood, looked up and saw Shi Qi's face was troubled, and asked, "Why, is there anything else?"

"Ah, yes. Rescue the trapped Heyuan people, and their sages must meet you in person and thank the general flag." Shi Qi knew that Chen Mu was worrying about these useless matters, but he could only say with a look of embarrassment: "That village sage has a reputation for raising people, and a humble position dare not stop him."

　It's the weekend again, I wish you all a good weekend!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)