Bashu, which enters winter, is different from China. Because of the warm climate, the snow falls late, but the autumn rain is reluctant to leave. It is often raining for several days. The humid air makes the Qin people who are used to facing the loess very uncomfortable. They must take a lot of Qin pepper to remove dampness and avoid suffering from mustard disease. Especially for injured soldiers, this weather is the most unfavorable.

In the Qin army wounded camp outside the diving city, the Qin Yue people brought more than a dozen disciples and traditional Chinese medicine practitioners from the camp, carefully inspecting the wounds of the wounds, and sometimes changing the medicines for the wounded soldiers themselves. Nan Zheng has now returned to Qin, and there are Gongshu horses and mo cattle as transportation tools. The supply of the Qin army is not a problem. The soldiers can not only get enough medication, but also replace them with new wounded cloth every two days. In the camp, civilians cleaned three times a day, and at first, the wounded cloth must be disinfected at high temperatures. These are the rules set by Bai Dong. Now the treatment of wounded soldiers in Qin is the best.

As Bai Dong said, the diving battle is not about conspiracy or competition for military geniuses like Pang Juan and Sun Bin, but about strength. Hard power is naturally the prosperity of crossbows, morale is available, and soft power is whether the food is refined enough, whether the soldiers' amateur cultural life is rich, and whether the soldiers who are injured on the battlefield can enjoy the best treatment and the most careful care?

This will be a terrible war of attrition. While consuming the troops of Shu, it is also consuming the will of the old Qin people. When the Qin warriors shouting, "The old Qin restores my rivers and mountains, and the blood will not flow and die without hesitation," keeps throwing into the meat grinder of the diving city like moths to a fire, how long can the old Qin people last? If it collapsed earlier than the Shu army, it must be not the fault of the soldiers, but the fault of the generals, and the fault of the strategy maker and Sun Bin, the tactical executor.

"Hold on, it will be fine soon."

The battle has been going on for more than half a month, and the Qin army has to pay thousands of casualties before this diving pass every day. The diving has been dyed red by the Baili River. Every day when the sun sets, the color of the river is actually black. The military strategist is the coldest crowd, but even Sun Bin, the soldier who sways the feather fan on his chest, began to frown. His appetite has been decreasing every day in the past few days. He has long since been thrown away by the feather fan that he would not discard even in winter. Qin Guan is a gentle young man. Even if he does not abandon etiquette on the battlefield, he has begun to learn to curse.

Even the Qin Yue people became irritable because there were ten times more soldiers entering the wounded barracks every day than those who went out. In this way, many of the soldiers who went out were directly buried in foreign lands. He had sent more than a dozen letters to Bai Dong, and almost roared to Bai Dong that this cruel battle must be stopped because it was not a battle, it was a life-saving, and it was a massacre! Bai Dong did not reply a letter because the Qin Yue people were not wrong. This battle was too cruel even in the Warring States Period, but no matter how cruel, without morality, or even contrary to human nature, it must continue to fight because Qin and China needed it.

Faced with this unprecedented cruel battle, the wounded barracks are the most likely to have problems. Even if Bai Dong and Sun Bin have done countless unimaginable tasks in this era, if they had not had such a soft voice and such a beautiful face, the wounded soldiers would have collapsed after opening their eyes. Panic and war-weariness would spread from here to the entire barracks, just like those almost crazy Shu defenders jumped out of the city and fell to death. Or their heads were cut off by their own military legal team.

Cao'er was wearing a light-colored cloth dress, his hair was tied up high at the back of his head, revealing his long jade neck, bent down and squatted beside a wounded soldier, gently dismantling and changing the sand cloth for him. The soldier looked at Cao'er in a daze. He was in a hurry and wanted to rush out to fight with the Shu people now. The more injured he was, the better, so that he could see this beautiful girl every day.

After more than two hours of busyness, Cao'er left the injury camp. He gently held up an oil-paper umbrella, looked at the Bai family masters who were following her, and whispered: "Is the siege not over yet?"

"Back to Miss, the war is in full swing."

"This siege has been fighting for three days and three nights? Let's go and take me to the battlefield to see. After all, I am also a war correspondent of the Daqin Times. I must record this bloody battle with notes, so that readers can see how cruel the war is, and that everyone in the world knows how important peace is."

"But the lady once promised the head of the family that this time she would only visit the military camp. It would be fine if she was in the injured barracks, but the battlefield would never be able to go to. It was too dangerous. If we brothers didn't stop it, we would probably be punished by the head of the family." These Bai family masters were all members of the Bai family from Yishi Village, and they were also masters trained by Sang Wazi and Fleas. Since Cao'er became obsessed with being a war correspondent, they have followed and protected them all the way, both from the upper and lower levels and from the father and brother. When he heard that Cao'er was going to the battlefield, he immediately refused decisively. He even blamed Bai Dong for how could he let the eldest lady do whatever he wanted? He shouldn't have let her come to Shuchuan!

"If you don't go, I'll go alone! My brother once promised me that he would support me in doing whatever I like and be a 'free and independent' woman. I became a war correspondent for the Daqin Times, and even my brother didn't stop me. Do you dare to stop me?"

Cao'er was furious and turned around and was about to get on the horse, but a Bai family expert held the reins: "Miss, now the head of the family is not here, and we are like your brothers. If we must go, please wait. When I go to General Sun, I will ask the lady to protect the lady before I can go to the battlefield to "interview". In addition, the lady must also promise us that we must be five miles away from the diving city, only to see from a distance, and not to approach the edge of the battlefield. Otherwise, even if the head of the family scolds and the lady blames her, we will never follow."

"I promised, you go."

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Cao'er saw that Brother Sun, who smiled and called her "Xiaocao", was actually in a bad mood recently. When he was happy, he loved drinking Baijia tea and holding the goose feather fan on his chest and shaking it. When he was in a bad mood, he would eat desperately. It was unimaginable that such a thin person could eat a whole lamb leg, and he said he had eaten 80% full.

The lamb legs were cut into pieces and sent to the top, with fragrant and sweet malt sugar on them, and were sent to Cao'er through layers of armored soldiers. But Cao'er couldn't eat them. The bloody smell floating in the diving city made people vomit, so where was there any appetite?

This is the third siege, and it has lasted for three days and three nights. In addition to the reserve force specially left by Sun Bin, every basic company participated in this cruel siege battle. In front of the diving city facing the cliff, even a military genius like Sun Bin could only rely on the flesh and blood of the soldiers to pile up, compete for morale, equipment, and siege equipment designed by the losers and the Mohist schools, but there was no calmness of "planning in the plan and winning thousands of miles away".

Sun Bin finally disagreed with Cao'er's adventure. The final result of the "negotiation" between the two sides was to keep Cao'er by his side at all times. This high ground is five miles away from the battlefield, and even the strongest crossbow arrows cannot be shot. In addition, it must be protected by five hundred armored shield soldiers. However, even from this distance, the cruelty of the war is still visible.

From the moment the battle began, the diving city could no longer see the sun. The crossbows that covered the sky and the sun were covered with red clouds. In the terrifying rain of arrows, the Qin soldiers had to make great sacrifices every step forward. But even so, the old Qin's war songs rang out on the battlefield all the time. The battle had been simplified to rush up, climb up the city, and then cut off the other party's head while the enemy pierced his chest. The city head turned into a sea of ​​corpses and blood. The corpses were accumulated under the city seven feet. The moat had long become a netherworld blood river. Even if it was connected to the live water of the Qianjiang River, the blood color did not fade at all. This was not a war at all, but a pure consumption, and it consumed a fresh life. Behind each person's life, there might be a pretty girl with a beautiful face, a wife with a baby in her arms and a white-haired mother with a white hair.
Chapter completed!