RPAGF Chapter 861: Loyal Bones Still Chilled, Soul Still Chilled
Chapter 861: Loyal Bones Still Chilled, Soul Still Chilled
Shi Anxia also received a letter from her husband. She leaned on the couch, stroking her belly, and read it over and over again.
My husband said that this battle was the one with the least casualties in his life. Except for the dozens of soldiers who died when they attacked the reinforcements, only Chi Yue died after they entered Guicheng.
This is simply a miracle in the history of war.
Eight young generals were fighting against 20,000 people. How to fight? The vanguard relied on its position on the city wall and was not hit by the rain of arrows.
Secondly, the space on the tower was limited and could not accommodate so many people. So they killed one group of people and replaced them with another group, fighting in a round-robin manner, instead of 20,000 people attacking at once.
This provides convenience for the eight people and also plays to their strengths.
The formations they practiced every day worked, and they could fight ten or even a hundred at once. Their martial arts skills were sharp, and their arrow and sword skills were accurate.
Especially Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang, who are naturally gifted, are one in a million in archery and swordsmanship.
Such people, as long as they are given the opportunity to show their talents, will surely attract everyone's attention.
Moreover, the eight-man team fought with a single belief. It was the despicable means used by the Wan people to kill General Wang's wife and children. The human tooth necklace and human skin map aroused the obsession and anger of the young generals, and they believed that life would not stop and fighting would not cease.
The fighting power of the eight-man team frightened the Wan people. They also hung the body of Guicheng prefect Wu Le on the city wall, psychologically destroying the Wan people's will to fight.
The royal army on the north wing broke open the city gate, and the war dogs attacked in the front, while the royal army's cavalry swept fiercely in the back.
Without reinforcements, the Wan army was in disarray. Some fled, some surrendered on the spot, and even the only commander of the enemy pretended to be a corpse lying on the ground.
This is the truth behind this battle with very few casualties. The vanguard team killed the commander of Guicheng on impulse, disrupting the entire defense of Guicheng and causing the Wan army to be leaderless and in chaos.
After the northern wing royal army raided the Wan State reinforcements at Wulipo, it immediately attacked Guicheng.
This led to a battle that would go down in history. This battle caused chaos in the capital of Wan State, and the court was shaken. The various royal families of Wan State fought for power.
This battle made other countries take a new look at the combat power of the northern wing and terrified them.
Tang Xinghe and others made great contributions, which made the coach Cen Yuan proud.
But not only could he not show any joy, he also had to be punished, severely punished.
If there is no punishment, the situation will be chaotic. Everyone wants to be a hero, no one cares about military discipline, and acts on their own. What will happen?
What kind of disaster would that cause?
If they were not punished, the Northern Wing King's division would be in chaos after this battle. So the young men in the vanguard were rewarded and punished.
It can be appreciated, but in fact it is not appreciated enough. It avoids the important issues and does an injustice to the young people.
The achievement was buried at the end of the military newspaper, and few people mentioned it except for his family members.
Everyone knows that in the battle of Guicheng, the royal army was invincible and the emperor was blessed by his power and virtue. But how could they have known that the battle was so tragic?
When the good news reached the capital, the streets cheered.
The storytellers in the taverns had made up a legend about "the emperor's red light protecting the soldiers." They said there were few casualties because the emperor's red light turned into a shield to protect the soldiers as they charged and killed the enemy.
When the enemy's arrows shot over, they hit the red light and fell down one after another, and even the arrowheads broke directly.
The storyteller was excited and the people were delighted. But who would have known that on the tower of Guicheng that night, the young men used their bones as shields, their lives as shields, and shouted out their names with great elegance, which frightened the people of Wan.
It was these men who used their flesh and blood to intimidate the Wan people, who were known for their killing!
The people of Wan were not afraid of the prestige of the royal army, but were frightened by these young lunatics!
There was no divine plan or divine intervention in this battle. It was just a spur-of-the-moment decision, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
However, the punishment of the young pioneers was clearly visible to everyone.
The wound had not yet healed, but the punishment had already arrived. The old scabs burst open and new blood soaked through the battle robes.
Several young men lay on the couch and were unable to get up for three days.
The blow hit the boy's body, and the pain was in the coach's heart... Shi Anxia closed the letter, his mind was filled with thoughts, his eyes were wet, and his fingertips were trembling slightly.
She understood Cen Yuan’s helplessness.
A high position is like a blade. If you take even the slightest wrong step, you will be doomed.
Military orders are like mountains, how can they be taken lightly? Not everyone is a genius boy like Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang!
A talented young man can write a legend, but if an ordinary person intentionally imitates him and is eager for quick success, he will simply be sending himself to waste.
Sitting in that position, there are many things to consider, and naturally one cannot do as one pleases. The coach cannot be partial, cannot indulge, and cannot even reveal the slightest flaw.
He had to control himself and not show his emotions.
Shi Anxia unfolded the letter again and stroked the ink marks with his fingertips.
When my husband wrote about Chi Yue, he was in great sorrow. He wrote those few lines very heavily, putting more effort into them than the other words.
The ink is also very thick, just like people’s thoughts.
He said, what a pity, if I had arrived a moment earlier maybe I could have saved him.
Shi Anxia could almost imagine Cen Yuan's expression when he wrote this sentence. The veins on his hands that held the pen like a sword must have bulged with frustration.
But she knew that this was her husband's limit.
The battlefield never waits for anyone.
He said that the victory in Guicheng was so great that the whole city was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, but no one in the northern wing army drank to celebrate. Chi Yue's death was like a blunt knife that had taken away the taste of victory.
——Too tragic, too tragic.
When Cen Yuan arrived, he only found a bloody body and a face that was still smiling until death.
"There will always be casualties in war," everyone says.
But when those names become a stroke in the pile of old papers, when those flesh and blood turn into the light "some losses" in the history books, only those who have experienced it know that behind every number are the loyal bones and souls of the people of Beiyi.
The letter paper gradually became wet in my palm.
Shi Anxia had experienced too many such things in his previous life. Behind the cold numbers in each battle report, there must be such a moving story.
She thought she had become numb, but in this life, she still shed tears for those eternal souls.
Seeing this, Bei Hui hurried over to take the letter from her master's hand, and took a soft handkerchief to wipe her tears, "Madam, take it easy. You are pregnant. Don't think about such distressing things."
"Yeah, I'm paying attention." Shi Anxia adjusted her sitting position. Her body became heavier. She had endured the hunger, but it didn't stop her stomach from growing.
Shen Siyuan still suspected that it was twins, but was denied by Madam Meng.
Mrs. Meng listened to the fetal heartbeat with a special wooden stethoscope and said that she only heard one heartbeat, so it couldn't be twins.
Fortunately, Shi Anxia still did not suffer from morning sickness, and apart from feeling a little tired, she did not have any other discomfort.
After she drank a bowl of medicine, she saw her aunt Zheng Qiaoer coming. Just as she was about to stand up and greet, she was stopped by her aunt.
"Hey, hey, don't get up. It's already this late, what's the point of being polite?" Zheng Qiao'er looked at her niece's struggling expression with a frown, "Xia'er, auntie doesn't want to bother you, but I have to come. You are auntie's backbone."