Zhou Gaoxuan's disappearance still attracted the investigation of the Zhou family.

To Chen Buer's expectation, the fact that Zhou Gaoxuan forced the actor to rob the actor in Baihua Building that day could not be hidden at all, so the Zhou family quickly found Baihua Building.

Fortunately, Chen Buer made two preparations. One was to have a confession with Fan’s mother, and the other was to hide Shui Ling at his grandfather’s house.

So when the Zhou family came to Baihua Tower with great momentum, Fan's mother cried, made a fuss and hanged, and took the initiative to ask the Zhou family to make friends.

This is a matter of the Zhou family, so they naturally dare not make a big deal, so the Baihualou level has been passed for the time being.

But where do you want to find that Mr. Zhou in the vast sea of ​​people?

That night, all the imperial guards who had seen Chen Buer, including the imperial guards guarding the city, had been incorporated into the troops fighting against Xia by Lu Zhixiao, and were transferred without knowing it.

So even if the Zhou family asks Potian, they won't get any news.

This Bianliang City with a population of one million has so many people and carriages coming in and out every day. Who knows which carriage belongs to your Zhou family? Where can I ask?

All the people in the Liuyuan Garden outside the city disappeared, which made the Zhou family suspicious for a long time, but except for one of the collapsed screen walls, there was no other clues, so there was no way to investigate.

All this seems to have become a headless case. Those corpses in the Yellow River beach will never be found again in this life.

The murderer Chen Buer had already arrived at the front line of Qinfeng Road at this time.

Even though Chen Buer had already made psychological construction on the road, he was frightened when he saw so many wounded and dead people. The tragic level of the war was far beyond his imagination.

They followed the large army to Qinzhou first. As the prince, Chai Zijin naturally could not have been able to do anything with people, so they stayed directly in the rear.

Lu Zhixiao immediately rushed to the front line of Weizhou to support him with 50,000 cavalry.

The Xixia Kingdom attacked the Great Zhou this time, and the combat method was very disgusting.

Their purpose is to rob, and they never thought about occupying territory. So when they encounter a city, they can fight, and if they can't fight, they will quickly detour and then rob outside the city.

Not only did they rob grain, but they didn’t let go of pots, pans, or even iron pots, and they snatched them all, and the local people also snatched them back and became slaves.

The villages and towns outside the city were all burned to pieces because they were not protected by walls, giving Zhou Jun a solid wall to see how long they could harbor in the city.

This is what I think of as a guerrilla war, all the Western Xia were cavalry, and the Zhou army could not pursue it at all.

In fact, this is still nice. Except for the border troops struggling to resist, the wing troops in all prefectures and cities have long been scared, so how dare they pursue them? So they often watch the Xixia army snatch all the money and leave with a large amount of supplies and the people.

It was precisely those border troops who fought the most bravely, who became the most injured group.

In the wounded barracks outside Qinzhou City, Chai Zijin, as the prince who came to express condolences, was already scared to the point of being cold and biting his lips tightly.

Pan Mingguang, Zhu Lichen and Du Zongzhe had already vomited outside the camp so dark that the little eunuch Wensong was even more shocked.

There is no way, the wounded barracks are so miserable, the whole camp is filled with a strong smell of blood.

Because of the lack of beds, all the wounded were crowded in dim tents, sewage flowed and feces mixed with blood, and the wounded were lying on it.

It seems that they have survived, and God knows when they will die again, but they are already lucky.

There were also many soldiers of the Great Zhou who were seriously injured and incurable, which had turned into piles of corpses, without white cloth, without national flags, without flowers, and without crying. They were just piled up outside the wounded camp.

Not far away, there is the cremation site. Every soldier who sacrificed his life for the country was burned silently, because there were too many dead people, and it was impossible to burn each person at all.

Instead, they burned more than a dozen people and twenty people at a time, then grabbed a handful of ashes and put them in a small pot of clay pot, preparing to return them to their hometown after the war.

This is the best treatment. There are many soldiers of the Great Zhou burying their corpses in the wilderness, no one knows that they are destined to be unable to return to their hometown in this life.

The most common thing in the wounded barracks was moaning, and many people were screaming and crying helplessly.

Don’t think that soldiers won’t moan. Soldiers are also humans and will also hurt, but they cannot receive timely treatment. Many people will die of blood or pain.

Yes, there are military doctors, but there are too many wounded people. In the wounded camp where Chen Buer and others came, there were more than 2,000 wounded people, and the wounded people are still being sent in a steady stream.

There are 50 doctors in the entire camp, and there are also some ordinary soldiers who do not understand medical skills.

A doctor has to take care of at least 50 wounded people. Let’s not talk about whether it’s too late. Where is your medicine?

Chen Buer shuttled through the injured barracks and stumbled. He saw a doctor extruding bones for the injured, and he also saw a doctor boiling the wounded medicine.

He also saw a doctor holding a piece of cloth that was not disinfected, full of blood stains, and no color of it was bandaged by the wounded.

Chen Buer's heartbeat accelerated. He looked up and saw endless wounded people all over the ground, with painful shouts in his ears.

The cruelty of the Cold Weapon Age appeared in front of him unexpectedly.

When Chen Buer was in peacekeeping in Africa in his previous life, he spent most of his time in hospital camps, waiting for ordinary people to come to seek medical treatment. After all, he is not a field doctor, so he has never seen too many wounded people, and more of them are hungry people.

After traveling back to ancient times, he was shocked by the first time he saw so many wounded and so many dead people.

In modern society, wars are basically caused by planes and cannons, and large-scale casualties are rare.

But the era of cold weapons is different. They are all cut out with one knife and flesh, which is the most appropriate idiom that Chen Buer thought of in his mind.

Chai Zijin originally wanted to help as the prince, but now she suddenly became helpless and trembled a little, "Brother Qi, what should I do now?"

Chen Buer took a deep breath:

"Where is the head of the injured barracks?"

A middle-aged doctor next to him, covered in blood and smelled of blood, suddenly stood up from the wounded:

"The Xiaguan is the injured leader of the military camp, Zhu Yueliang. I wonder what Shangguan has to give?"

The tone was not very kind, and there seemed to be anger in it.

When Chen Buer saw his appearance, his anger like an old woman in the hospital department just now turned out to extinguish. Yes, how could she still blame them too hard? They have tried their best.

Zhu Yueliang looked at the group of young men wearing brocade clothes and silk, and his heart was filled with dissatisfaction and disdain.
Chapter completed!