The fire at the mouth of the Bianjia River was still burning, and the firelight reflected the sky red. People in some places could no longer enter. With the sound of "Pi Li Bo", the beams and tiles kept falling. The fire caused the temperature of this radius to rise sharply, making the Taiping soldiers who were searching for and treating the wounded soldiers red and they were hot to the touch.

In the fire scene, not only houses are damaged, but also corpses. No one knows how many corpses are burning in the fire, but the smell of burnt meat in the air is absolutely not good. Many brave Taiping soldiers can tolerate blood in the sea of ​​corpses, blood and blood all over the ground, and blood flowing with human organs and brain plasma, broken arms and limbs, but cannot tolerate the smell of corpse oil.

When Zhou Shixiang came all the way, he saw many soldiers vomiting. He shook his head and found out that many of his personal guards were vomiting. However, the Xinhui fellow Yao Wenlong looked calm, and he looked very smooth, and he didn't seem to smell that "scent". Zhou Shixiang did not ask Yao Wenlong why he was so calm because he knew the answer. This answer was also the most painful memory in his heart.

Not far away, the long beams on a large house finally fell heavily in the flames, causing smoke and dust to rise everywhere.

"Save me"

In the fire scene, a faint call for help came. Yao Wenlong stood sideways in front of the general, fearing that there would be some danger there.

Zhou Shixiang looked closely and saw a person slowly moving towards this side with difficulty. He said he was a human being, but he was not, because smoke was emitting from this person.

Yao Wenlong walked up to the man and looked at it. This was a Qing soldier. His back and limbs were burnt, and his face was charred. It was impossible to tell whether he was a Han, Manchu or Mongolian. When the man saw someone coming, he tried to hold up his arms and shout for help. But as soon as he lifted his arms, he broke with a "knock" sound. The broken bones thorned heavily on the ground, and a stream of heat gushed out from the broken mouth. Yao Wenlong looked at the Qing soldier who was almost roasted with a knife and cut it open on his back.

Like cutting tofu with a knife, the Qing soldiers' back was easily cut open by the tip of the knife. The upper surface layer was ripe, and the lower surface was half uncooked. The moment it was cut open, the heat was gushing.

Putting the knife into the scabbard, Yao Wenlong came back and reported: "It's a Tartar."

Zhou Shixiang nodded slightly. He was a Tartar, no matter whether he was a Han or a Manchu, there was no need to save him. Besides, he was incapable of saving him.

"Master!"

"Your Highness!"

After walking along the way, whenever the Taiping Army soldiers who saw Zhou Shixiang shouted excitedly, the commander-in-chief was the direct troops of the Taiping Army, and the commander-in-chief was the original Zheng Army and Zhejiang Army. These two names sounded no different, and both represented Zhou Shixiang's identity, but if you savor it carefully, you would be a little different.

The soldiers were busy treating the wounded and searching for useful weapons and supplies. Zhou Shixiang raised his hand and signaled them to do his own thing. He stopped in front of a seriously injured household, a veteran from Guangdong, from Xiangshan. One of his legs was cut off by the Qing soldiers, and excessive blood loss caused him to breathe for the last breath.

"My mother"

The hundred households murmured a few words before their death. Although they didn't know what he wanted to say to him, Zhou Shixiang understood what he meant. He turned around and ordered an envoy of the An Army who was registering the wounded: "Let's go back and place his mother in Guangzhou, and the Military Commander's Mansion will provide special support."

After watching the corpse of the hundred households being carried away, Zhou Shixiang sighed. The specific losses of this battle were counted in each town, and there was no accurate result for the time being. However, judging from the piles of corpses and serious wounded people in front of him, Zhou Shixiang knew that the casualties would not be small.

Some civilians recruited from Nanjing are using stretchers to transport the wounded to medical operations in the canal, where the minor injured will return to the army after a simple bandage, while those seriously injured will be sent back to Nanjing by the navy in batches.

On the bank of the canal, the sound of pain filled his ears, and soldiers died from severe injuries from time to time. Their bodies were carried out by their companions and placed one by one along the river. Each Taiping Army had a famous brand hanging around its neck, engraved with their names, hometowns and the brigades they belonged to during their lifetime.

Due to the influence of his previous life, Zhou Shixiang asked every Taiping soldier to register one thing at the Anjun envoy when entering the camp, that is, after they died, would they be willing to bury themselves in the Taiping army's collective cemetery, or transport them back to their hometowns and buried on the land where they grew up. At the same time, he ordered the Ministry of Works to cast iron famous brands to ensure that every Taiping soldier who died in battle could leave their lives and deeds in the world.

Perhaps, some people are destined to flash by like meteors in this chaotic world, but even meteors always have stars when they flash. If they are people, they have names, hometowns, and concerns.

According to statistics from the Military Commander's Office, less than ten of the 10,000 soldiers were willing to be buried in the collective cemetery, and the rest were asked to ask the troops to transport their bodies back to Anxiang for burial if they died in battle.

The custom of the Han people is that people die and fall back to their roots. Even if they become officials outside or make money, most of them choose to return to their hometowns and die because that is their roots.

It is very difficult to transport corpses back to the hometown for burial. They can still be done in winter, but it is almost impossible to do this in spring and summer. It is certainly a feat or a righteous act, but it will cause unnecessary epidemics. Zhou Shixiang does not have good transportation conditions to ensure that every soldier can return to his hometown after his death, so if conditions permit, such as autumn and winter, he will satisfy the wishes of the soldiers. Otherwise, he can only choose to cremate and send their ashes back to his hometown.

In the medical camp, Zhou Shixiang saw a hellish scene on earth. The wounded soldiers struggled in pain and pain in his heart. Everyone was raised by their parents, and no one was more noble than anyone else, and was born superior. Therefore, he did not think that these soldiers should die for themselves. They were just one of the unfortunates. However, no one could prevent this misfortune from happening. On the contrary, this misfortune will continue until there are no alien races in the land of China.

No soldier struggled to get up when he saw the general coming. Zhou Shixiang didn't need them to do this if he wanted to say anything touching. The atmosphere in the medical camp was very negative, even despair. Zhou Shixiang didn't think that his comfort and encouragement could make these soldiers struggling dyingly survive, and could make the soldiers with broken hands and feet reborn. What he could do was to walk forward in the wailing sounds, which would not even affect the rescue of the doctor and the guards.

After walking out of the medical camp and coming to the canal, Zhou Shixiang exhaled. The air was foggy in the cold air. The cold wind blew the canal water, but behind him was a fire that reflected half of the red sky.

Blood and fire, cold and heat are intertwined here.

Yu Shizhong and Tieyi came over and told Zhou Shixiang that there were more than 10,000 prisoners, including more than 2,000 Manchu and Mongolian soldiers.

"There are many Qing soldiers, and we have too many casualties. We can add them to various towns."

Yu Shizhong suggested not to kill the prisoners. Although this battle was won, it was also a tragic victory. There were more than 8,000 casualties in each town, and some battalions were seriously short of personnel and urgently needed new recruits to supplement them. Therefore, it would be better to add these prisoners to each town.

Tieyi didn't comment on this.

Zhou Shixiang stared at the canal for a while, then turned sideways and said, "I've killed everyone, no one will be left."

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