Zhao Xing and Zhao Yong hugged and cheered each other, and all the soldiers armed by the lord hugged and cheered together.

Victory, at least, now it's victory.

The battle losses were counted, 350 armed forces were killed, 50 were killed and 100 were injured. For Zhao Xing, one-third of the losses in one battle were lost. According to the US military, this team was over.

But this team composed of the Zhao people is not over, and they are still full of fighting spirit. The endless war has tempered the Zhao people into real warriors. "If you don't keep your blood, you will never stop fighting, if you won't win, you will never return it." This has become their creed.

Zhao Xing ordered Zhao Wuji to divide 100 soldiers into bent their bows and be on guard, and the rest began to save lives and heal the wounded.

Seeing the clumsy guys treating the wounded and making their companions scream like they kill pigs, Zhao Xing had to do it himself and take out the battlefield first aid methods of the two swords during military training.

His personal actions not only made all the soldiers cry and cry, but also made these men admire them.

The superiors regard the soldiers and the people as despicable, and the hierarchy is so strict that they even look at these people for a longer time. They think that they are a blasphemy and insult to their identity. How could they personally bandage and wound everyone?

But Zhao Xing, who came to later generations, thought it was normal. Saving life and helping the wounded is one aspect, but his greater selfishness is that saving one means saving one more capital, which requires contempt.

The lower class is the easiest to be moved and the one who knows the best of gratitude and rewards.

A soldier with his arms lost, knelt down while crying and accepting Zhao Xing's bleeding-resistance treatment, without even shouting pain.

When Zhao Xing asked, "Can my warriors still fight?"

The soldier replied without hesitation: "I have another arm and I have teeth to fight."

After the treatment of his soldiers, he saw that the formation was still being organized at the foot of the mountain. So Zhao Xing was full of sympathy and began to treat the wounded soldiers who were abandoned on the battlefield.

Such actions moved all Zhao Jun.

In this battle, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, at least one thousand family armed forces were abandoned, of which no less than five hundred were injured. However, everyone fled to evacuate, and these soldiers were abandoned on the position, and the waiting for them was to die of blood.

Facing Zhao Xing's love flood, Zhao Yong had to admire: "Teacher, mercy." After Zhao Xing brought his subordinates to treat them, a wounded Zhao army limped to Zhao Yong with a long go, knelt down on one knee, and lowered his head: "The little one offended the prince, I will join your team and atone for my offense."

More than 500 Zhao army wounded soldiers, and with courtesy and gratitude, more than 100 chose to turn the spear and join the team protecting Zhao Yong.

So Zhao Yong looked at Zhao Xing again and sighed: "The kind are invincible."

Zhao Xing just stumbled on him: "Then why are you still standing here to do? Why don't you seize the opportunity immediately, show your kindness and participate in the treatment."

Five hundred wounded soldiers could not be cured by Zhao Xing alone before the enemy launched an attack. Zhao Xing and Zhao Yong traveled in the mountains for two months, and this had long taught Zhao Yong simple wild treatment methods.

Before he could understand, he was a slut: "They will be your people down the mountain. When fighting for the throne, you must show your kindness to your people. When the two sides are fighting, you should use your actions to tell them that you will be a monarch who will be kind to them in the future." Then he kept hitting him with a serious saying: "It is the time to buy people's hearts."

Zhao Yong, who ran away with his head in his arms, understood the teacher's good intentions. The same thing said, he was born in a political family, and politics has become their occupational disease. After being reminded by Zhao Xing, Zhao Xing immediately realized that this was a great opportunity to establish his kindness.

Sailing to Zhao Xing: "My teacher taught me in time, I—"

"What are you going to do? Pretend it quickly, otherwise it will be too late."

The enemies at the foot of the mountain have already begun to complete the entire team, and the next attack will begin soon.

Zhao Xing immediately grabbed the hand of a wounded soldier, tore off his clothes, and wrapped him in wounds.

As a result, when Zhao Xing saw his participation, he not only did not speed up the treatment, but it was counterproductive.

Because everyone knows that this is the prince, the future monarch who is high and unparalleled. That is the monarch who is the despicable person who must avoid the left and cannot face it.

As a result, the future king ignored the superiors and inferiors of the superiors and inferiors, did not dislike the despicable people's blood stains, and wrapped himself in the wounds of the grass, which was worse than the grass. He was frightened at the time.

The wounded soldier struggled to hide, crying and crying: "Death crime."

As a result, Zhao Yong did not know whether it was really touched or false benevolence or righteousness, so he grabbed him: "Although you are a soldier now, and you are here to chase me, I will not blame you. The one who is guilty of your lord. But you are still Zhao people, and you are my people in the future. How can I not compassionate with my people? Come on, wrap up my wounds and then we continue to follow the rules of Zhao people. The blood will not stop fighting, and the battle will not be won, and we will never return it."

He wrapped the wounded soldier, but everyone knelt down on one knee with weapons and shouted: "The proud Zhao people, the blood has not dried up, and they will never stop fighting. If the battle is not won, they will never return it."

Zhao Jun at the foot of the mountain saw this scene, and they were so surprised that they didn't know what to say.

When Zhao Yong helped the soldier who was wounded and treated by him stood up, both the Zhao army and the lords of Zhao Xing on the mountain shouted: "Mr., monarch, monarch."

This is their recognition.

Zhao Yong announced loudly: "I, Prince Zhao Yong, now announce that all the people of Zhao who have attacked me will be pardoned without guilt. They are still my people. In the future, I will ascend to the throne. The widow promises that I will not blame you in the past."

I was already ashamed, but the soldiers who had to surrender were no longer willing to fight again by the head of the family. But they were all afraid because they knew that they had surrendered and if they did not do anything, they would definitely not have a good end in the future. They could only bite the bullet and run all the way to the dark.

But just now, Zhao Yong showed his compassion for the despicable, his kindness to the generals as a future monarch, and this time he even forgives everyone's sins and shows his most broad mind. Having such a monarch would be a blessing for the people of the world.

So, the Zhao army, who were ready to continue the attack at the foot of the mountain, suddenly fell to the ground together, knelt down at Zhao Yong on the mountain, and cheered with conscientious praise with the soldiers on the mountain: "Mr., king, king."

This is their recognition, the recognition of the Chinese people.

Zhao Xing just wanted Zhao Yong to pretend to be a little bit, to buy the hearts of the soldiers on the mountain and to disrupt the morale of the enemy at the mountain. However, he did not expect that Zhao Yong took advantage of the situation and was indeed a master of politics.
Chapter completed!