Breaking through the direction of the Tieler Nine surnames was actually just a temporary idea. When he was in the Western Regions, the Western Regions Legion had a lot of dealing with these alien races, and he was very clear about some of their abilities.

The attacking the main formation may rush over, but as the attacking side, they will inevitably be under great pressure. In addition, there are thousands of pursuers behind them, and it is very likely that even if they rush over, they will basically be exhausted and paralyzed. It is a luxury to leave.

But it is different to attack Tiele Jiu's surname. I won’t talk about the pursuers behind. At least the relationship between Tiele Jiu's surname and the Tang Dynasty is not that stiff, and there is still some dirty things between Tiele Jiusheng and Xue Yantuo, so it is very likely that they will have a way out of life when they rush over.

Facts proved that Gao Zhan had bet right, and the people of the nine surnames of Tiele did not stop them, but instead took the initiative to give way to them.

...

After leaving the battlefield, Gao Zhan and his team continued to run for a day until the sky gradually darkened, and then they set up camp and rested.

"Calculate the damage to the battle, and try your best to rescue the injured brothers. In addition, release the horses and kill anyone within thirty miles."

Originally, there were only four of the ten team leaders under his command, and the rest were either seriously injured or killed in battle. Gao Zhan felt that something was blocking his heart. After giving the order, he took off his helmet and walked towards the team that was resting behind him.

"Squadron, are you here?" In the tent that was simply set up, several half-baked medical soldiers were doing their best to treat the wounded. When they saw Gao Zhan coming, they hurriedly greeted him and continued the work at hand.

"How many people can be rescued?" Gao Zhanhan looked at the countless wounded people in the tent, his eyes twitched and thundered.

"There are more than forty brothers... I'm afraid..." The medical soldier raised his head, and there was an indescribable tone.

They were stirring each other in the same pot for six or seven years, joked together, trained together, and killed the enemy together, and everyone in the "fangs" could hand over their backs to the other party's brothers.

However, after this battle, a squadron directly lost one third of its personnel, which was not counting the more than 40 seriously injured people.

This is the worst battle that the Fangs fought. Even if it weren't for Gaozhang's tough orders on the road, the rest of the people would turn around and fight back, and would never retreat without fighting until the last soldier.

Gao Zhan didn't say anything anymore, but nodded with difficulty. His legs were heavy and slowly moved two steps like a fill of lead, towards the wounded who was being treated.

"Squadron, don't do it, don't work hard, give me a pain and pleasure. There is not much medicine, leave it, leave it for..." On the simple medical bed, a wounded man who lacked an arm, half a leg, and one eye struggled to grab Gao Zhan's corner of his clothes and said with difficulty.

"I..., I..." Gao Zhanhu's eyes were filled with tears, trying hard to prevent the tears from falling.

The wounded was a team leader under him, a man from Shandong. He was usually a hero, but now he has almost become a useless person. Such a serious injury is not necessarily a lack of medical treatment or medicine, even in Chang'an, the Tang Dynasty, which is not necessarily a rescue.

But, can he not save him? This kind of thing that watches his comrade die without any of it in the "fangs".

But what should I do to save people? Without support, the medical supplies they carry with me are very limited. Even if they take them out, only a few people can be saved with injuries like this, and there is no guarantee that they will be able to be saved.

After all, although they have left the battlefield now, pursuers will soon be chasing them. If they are caught up, these tired "fangs" who are likely to die of death will probably all die here.

But most of these seriously injured people only breathe a sigh of relief, and even carrying them on a stretcher could make their injuries worse, let alone leave on horseback.

Gao Zhan rationally understood that abandoning these seriously injured people was the best choice. Although doing so was a bit inhumane and would increase psychological burden, he could only choose this way in order to save more people.

But he couldn't do it emotionally, and he didn't want to do it. He would rather die with these brothers than abandon them. I think the brothers outside would have such ideas.

"Squadron, please give it, give it a pleasure. Home, family, depend on you." The seriously injured captain struggled in pain, his voice was very weak, and the heavy blood loss left him with almost one breath.

However, it was precisely because of his urge to die that Gao Zhan came back to his senses. A trace of persistence flashed in his eyes. He pulled the corner of his clothes out of the wounded's hand and stared at the medical soldier on the side: "What are you watching? Don't you know how to save someone! If someone dies today, I will chop your dog's head immediately!"

"Yes!" the medical soldier roared with red eyes and used all his strength.

He is also a member of the "fangs", and these people are also his brothers. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he does not want these people to die.

Just now, he was still worried that Gao Zhan would not treat these seriously injured people if he really ordered not to treat them, but now he doesn't need to.

"Save people!" Gao Zhan said coldly, turned around and left, never glanced at the other wounded.

...

When they came outside the tent, they were all slightly injured. The wounds of these people had been treated simply and were waiting outside, as if they were waiting for Gao Zhan's order.

"Get together!" Gao Zhan, who came out of the tent, glanced coldly at these life and death brothers in front of him, with determination in his eyes.

"Huahua..." Although he was injured and wanted to die of fatigue, out of habit, everyone still prepared the team after more than twenty breaths and stood in front of Gao Zhan.

"There are our brothers of life and death. They no longer have the ability to fight. Following us can only be a burden. Now I want you to tell me whether we should abandon them!" Gao Zhan's voice was very cold, so cold that it was biting, but his eyes were filled with a slight worry.

But his concern was too redundant, because he only heard one voice, that was: "No!"

"Very good, you guys are very good!" The simple word "no" made Gao Zhan feel relieved, and a smile finally appeared on his face, but soon the smile flashed away, and a clanging voice sounded: "The reason why 'fangs' are 'fangs' is invincible and iron-blooded will."

"We can be injured or die, but we are never afraid. No matter what kind of enemy we are, we can proudly tell them: there are only the Tang Dynasty's "fangs" that died in battle, and there are no cowards who retreat!"
Chapter completed!