"Wang Jian actually wants to fight me?" Li Mu looked at the Feng Zhanshu in front of him, and couldn't help but smile: "Interesting..."

Li Mu took the paper and pen, wrote the word "war" on it, then stamped it with his own seal of the governor, and handed it to the Qin army envoy in front of him: "Let's go back and tell you General Wang Jian, three days later, it will be the time for our decisive battle!"

Zhao Kuo, who was sitting in the lower head of Li Mu, obviously disagreed with this. After the Qin army envoy left, Zhao Kuo couldn't help but speak: "Grandmaster, Wang Jian's plan is just to seek life in death. Why should the Grandmaster agree to him?"

In Zhao Kuo's opinion, the situation in Zhao's army can be said to be very good now.

The conquered Yuanli City was equivalent to tearing a big hole in the Qin army's defense line.

The opening was torn open, and the Qin people could no longer stop the Zhao army from advancing.

Under such circumstances, the Zhao army only needs to continue to attack the Qin army's defense line. Why give the Qin army another three days of respite?

After all, this era is not the Spring and Autumn Period or even earlier. It has long been a tacit rule that countries have followed. Is it really good to give these three days?

Li Mu glanced at Zhao Kuo, as if he understood what Zhao Kuo meant, and explained with a smile: "General Zhao Kuo, do you think Wang Jian will send troops to fight to the death with our army?"

Zhao Kuo thought for a while and said, "It should be possible, after all, he has no way out."

As a senior general of the Zhao army, Zhao Kuo naturally knew some military information that others did not know, such as the fact that Pang Yan's troops had begun to encircle them.

If Wang Jian chose to retreat at this time, the Qin army would hit the 50,000 cavalry from Pang Yan, and Li Mu's pursuit, the Qin people would definitely die miserably at that time.

Li Mu nodded and said, "Since that's the case, it may be a good thing to completely bury Qin State with a decisive battle. Otherwise, if Wang Jian escaped, there might be some trouble again."

Zhao Kuo gasped and suddenly understood Li Mu's intention.

This northern governor of Zhao actually wanted to annihilate all Wang Jian's 200,000 soldiers and horses here!

"Okay." Li Mu smiled and stretched out his hand to stop Zhao Kuo's next words: "Let's go and prepare for General Zhao Kuo. Three days later, it will be the time when you and I will bury Qin with your own hands!"

...

Wang Jian walked in the Qin army camp with a serious expression.

This is the Qin Army's wounded camp. A smell mixed with the rotten smell of wounds, the odor of herbs, the smell of sweat, etc., form a smell that is absolutely unpleasant to laugh.

A scent of death.

Just in front of Wang Jian, a wounded Qin army soldier leaned against a tree stump with a blank expression. Under him was a shabby straw mat. Some small insects with indescribable names flew around the wound on his abdomen, as if they were enjoying a rare feast.

Wang Jian walked to the soldier and squatted down, waved his hand, and drove away most of the insects.

There were still a few insects stubbornly attached to the wound and refused to fly up. Wang Jian frowned, took out a small silk scarf from his cuffs, and gently pressed it on the wound that had begun to smell of rotten.

The white scarf was dyed black, and there were the corpses of a few small insects, as well as some dark and unknown substances, as well as some white pus.

It seemed that because of the wounded being touched, the injured soldier's body trembled suddenly, and his originally wooden eyes suddenly regained a little bit of his spirit, and his eyes focused on Wang Jian.

"Great, General?" The wounded soldier's voice was very hoarse, and he was a little surprised: "Yong, I've seen General."

The name of this wounded soldier is Yong.

No last name.

Wang Jian pressed Yong's shoulder and said in a harmonious voice: "Why are you injured?"

Yong's thinking seemed a little slow, and after a long time, he said: "I, I was injured by the Zhao army's arrow while guarding against the Zhao army's attack."

Wang Jian nodded and asked again: "How many people from Zhao have you killed in this battle?"

Yong smiled, and suddenly showed a little bit of emotion on his face, and said, "General, I shot all five Zhao people to death this time!"

But then he sighed again: "It's a pity that the military order cannot be released from the camp. I don't know if the military achievements of these five people in Zhao can be remembered on my head."

Wang Jian thought for a while and continued to ask, "Can you have someone to prove it?"

Yong said seriously: "All my troops can testify to me!"

Wang Jian nodded and said, "Very good, take good care of your injuries. I will send someone to verify this matter. When you recover, you will be a hundred generals."

Yong laughed and said, "General, I can write down these words."

Wang Jian's mouth moved slightly, and a smile appeared, and he said, "I am the leader, so there is no joke."

Wang Jian patted Yong on the shoulder, then stood up and continued to walk forward.

What he didn't see was that just behind him, Yong first smiled, but soon, when Wang Jian disappeared from Yong's sight, the wounded soldier who was too seriously injured slowly closed his eyes and fell into a drowsiness.

Even with the strength of saying a few words, the burden on Yong's body was too heavy.

There is actually not only one soldier like Yong.

Along the way, Wang Jian saw many wounded Qin soldiers outside the tent. They sat or lie down. Almost everyone had a blank look on their faces, while some people had closed their eyes.

They are waiting to die.

They are dead.

A small group of Qin soldiers dragged a chariot through these wounded soldiers. Whenever they saw a wounded soldier with his eyes closed, they would reach out to find his breath and put the Qin soldiers who had no breathing completely on the chariot.

The faces of these Qin soldiers were very calm, so calm that they seemed to be a little numb.

There were several corpses lying on the cart. They would be taken out of the camp, and then they would find a place to dig a hole and bury it randomly.

These corpses were not the first corpse they had restrained, and they would not be the last one.

Wang Jian looked at all this quietly and suddenly said, "Where is the medical officer?"

A middle-aged man appeared in front of Wang Jian, nodded and bowed: "General."

Wang Jian looked at the medical officer in front of him and asked in a calm tone: "Why not bring all these wounded soldiers into the tent?"

The medical officer hesitated for a moment and then said, "The General doesn't know anything. These people outside... are all people who cannot be cured."

The wounded soldier named "Yong" suddenly flashed through Wang Jian's mind.

Wang Jian shook his head and said, "How many wounded soldiers can survive?"

The medical officer looked around and confirmed that no one would hear it before whispering: "General, there are more than 15,000 soldiers injured in these days, but medicine and doctors are in short supply now. I guess less than 20% of these people can survive...."

Wang Jian was silent.

Due to the constraints of the times, Wang Jian did not know that hygiene and infection were the culprits of killing these strong-bodied old Qin soldiers. He only knew that in this era when wind and cold would kill people, he would almost have one foot stepped into the gates of hell after being injured.

But Wang Jian was still a little unwilling to accept it.

Whether these wounded soldiers are new or veterans, as long as they survive, their combat effectiveness will definitely be improved to a higher level. This is clearly stated by past experience.

But, are there too many numbers that are about to die out of 10%?

A rumor suddenly flashed through Wang Jian's mind: "I heard that there are some secret recipes in the Zhao army that can make the survival rate of wounded soldiers exceed 50%... I really don't know how it was done."

What Wang Jian didn't know was that since the Battle of Handan, the Zhao army had formed a fully organized medical care team and resolutely implemented the health system according to Zhao Dan's requirements.

Although this team is naturally extremely simple than the medical team in later generations, it is much ahead of the times more than two thousand years ago.

Wang Jian suddenly felt something, that is, the gap between Qin and Zhao did not seem to be the number or combat effectiveness of these troops on the surface, but also in deeper, invisible and intangible places.

In the end, Wang Jian did not blame the medical officer, but said slowly: "The battle here will begin in three days. Please prepare and start to retreat westward from tomorrow to cross the river."

Wang Jian did not stay here for too long. The decisive battle was approaching. As the main general, he still had too many things to do, too many people needed to arrange it. The injury camp was just one of the stops.

"Great, General!"

Just as Wang Jian was about to leave, a wounded Qin army soldier suddenly called him.

Wang Jian stopped, turned around and looked at the somewhat panicked wounded soldier, and said very gently: "What's the matter?"

Speaking of which, the age of this wounded soldier is actually almost the same as that of Wang Jian, but one of them is an ordinary soldier and the other is a general in the army, and the identity is very different.

The wounded soldier looked at Wang Jian and asked with some anticipation and trepidation: "General, can our army win this battle?"

Wang Jian was stunned for a moment.

He originally thought that the scholar would ask him if he would be cured, but he didn't expect that this question was actually the question.

This question is like a crisp bell ringing, causing many wounded soldiers nearby to raise their heads and look at Wang Jian with anticipation.
Chapter completed!