The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 176 After the War
The red sun rose slowly from the sea level, casting a light red glow. The entire Haizhou City was a bloody color, and the pungent smell of blood floated in the wind.

On the mottled city wall, Shen Yuanliang faced the morning glow, stood with his hands behind his back and squinted his eyes. A suppressed aura rippled out, adding a sense of solemnity.

The sound of footsteps rang out behind him, and Shen Yuanliang asked in a deep voice, "How many casualties are there?"

Dongmei, who was wearing black armor and looked tired, sighed and pursed her lips and said, "Master, the Iron Guard suffered 700 casualties, 400 of whom died on the spot, and 300 are being urgently rescued."

"The Imperial Guards suffered 18,000 casualties, 3,400 of whom died in battle. It is estimated that only 14,000 were able to return to the team in the end."

Speaking of these casualty figures, Dongmei felt very heavy, as if a mountain was pressing on her heart. Her lips trembled slightly and she looked very uneasy.

"Do your best to heal them. Tell me what herbs you need."

After a long silence, Shen Yuanliang curled the corner of his mouth and gave instructions.

Since Shen Yuanliang took control of Yongning City, there has never been such heavy casualties, especially among the Iron Guards, where nearly a quarter of their members were killed or wounded, and the rest were all injured.

No one had expected that the Later Jin Jiannu had secretly trained an army of 8,000 people composed of innate masters, and they were fearless and brave, causing heavy casualties to the Iron Guard.

If it weren't for the help of the Pea Shooter and the Bloodthirsty Vine, the entire army would have been wiped out.

No wonder Sun Tzu's Art of War said that war is a matter of great importance to a state, a matter of life and death, a road to survival or destruction, and must be carefully considered!

"Lord."

At this moment, the skinny monkey, the chief of the Tianjian Division, walked silently to Shen Yuanliang, feeling very guilty.

As the intelligence chief of Qingdi City, Shouhou failed to detect the White Armor Soldiers' plan, and even did not notice when Fan Wencheng was digging a tunnel, which led to continuous danger last night.

He has an unshirkable responsibility. Thinking of this, the skinny monkey clenched his white fists, his nails dug into the flesh, and drops of blood flowed in his palms.

"It's none of your business. It's just that the enemy is too cunning."

Patting the skinny boy's shoulder, Shen Yuanliang comforted him.

Even the wise man is not omnipotent. For five consecutive days and nights, the battlefield was filled with noise and even the skinny monkey found it difficult to distinguish various information, so he was bound to make some mistakes.

"Say something happy."

"How many people were killed last night, and how many enemies were captured?"

Suppressing the sadness in his heart, Shen Yuanliang rubbed his slightly stiff face and asked calmly.

As the lord of Qingdi City, Shen Yuanliang has gradually matured and knows that he should not let his negative emotions affect the people around him. Things have already passed and cannot be changed.

The most important thing is to do well in the present!
"My lord, the eight thousand white-armored soldiers of the Later Jin Jiannu were completely annihilated."

"Nearly 200,000 casualties were reported from the Manchu, Han, Mongolian, and Goguryeo banners, 80,000 of whom were captured, and 10,000 to 20,000 are missing."

Shitou bowed and spoke in a muffled voice.

The plan failed, Huang Taiji died, and the remaining soldiers were terrified and surrendered in large numbers, fearing that if they surrendered too slowly, they would be killed by Shen Yuanliang.

A funny scene appeared on the desolate battlefield. Often dozens of imperial guards could escort thousands of prisoners. All of them were honest and behaved. They went east when they were told to go east and dug holes when they were told to do so.

"Master, what should we do with the 80,000 prisoners?"

"Do you want to dig a hole and bury it?"

Dongmei on the side frowned and took over the conversation.

Since ancient times, captives were either killed in a pit like Bai Qi, the Marquis of Wu'an, or demoted to slaves and forced to do the hardest and most tiring work until their death.

"The best labor can't be wasted." "It can be used to repair city walls, build roads, mine, etc."

Killing them once and for all would be a good deal for them. Shen Yuanliang wanted to exploit their potential to the maximum extent in order to atone for his sins. It's their fault that they are traitors, and traitors have no human rights.

……

"Is this a battlefield? It's too cruel!"

Prince of Xiang, Zhu Bo, walked on the devastated battlefield, taking one step deep and one step shallow. The sticky blood stained his shoes and socks, making him feel very uncomfortable.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come.

After the war, the curious Prince of Xiang, Zhu Bo, wanted to go to the battlefield to take a look. Zhu Di had no choice but to take him with him. At this moment, he regretted it because the strong smell of blood made him nauseous.

"It's too late to go back now."

"Let me take a good look at this. This is how my father came to be. It was through one brutal war after another that the Ming Dynasty came to be what it is today."

Holding the sleeve of his twelfth brother Zhu Bo, Prince of Yan Zhu Di glanced at the battlefield filled with smoke and scattered with broken limbs, and felt very uneasy.

Although Prince of Yan Zhu Di killed many people and caused rivers of blood in Jiangnan during the Tianqi Dynasty, as a powerful prince, he did not do it himself but only gave orders.

Having never experienced the cruel baptism of the battlefield, Prince of Yan Zhu Di was still a rookie, a rich young man who had everything he wanted.

He was not used to the scene before him, but Zhu Di, who did not want to lose face, suppressed the nausea in his heart.

"Wow!"

After a cup of tea and a few hundred steps, King Zhu Bo of Xiang and his entourage arrived at a dense forest five miles east of the city, where a burst of exclamations was heard.

Following the sound, everyone was stunned. Prince of Yan Zhu Di was no exception. He stood there in a daze, like a statue standing on the ground, motionless.

Under the warm sunshine, the mountains and dense forests stretching for dozens of miles disappeared without a trace, and a huge pit appeared in front of people, dozens of feet deep.

In time, after a storm, a magnificent lake suddenly appears. The sea has changed dramatically, and the mountains have turned into flat lakes. This is the power of martial arts.

"Martial arts, I want to learn martial arts."

Coming back to his senses, the six or seven-year-old Prince of Xiang Zhu Bo grabbed Zhu Di's sleeve, looking very excited, and spoke anxiously.

In the main hall, through the Master's words and deeds, King Xiang Zhu Bo always believed that "culture" was the most important, and martial arts were just minor paths that were learned by vulgar people.

Now, the charm of martial arts was revealed to Zhu Bo for the first time, causing a great shock to his young mind, and a strong desire surged in his heart.

He wants to be the enemy of ten thousand people, one hundred thousand people, rule an entire country by himself, or even become an immortal!

"Me too!"

Prince of Yan Zhu Di muttered to himself.

In the past, the martial-minded Zhu Di had been studying various military strategies, from "The Art of War" to "Six Secret Teachings" and "Wei Liaozi", and he even often consulted people like Xu Da, Duke of Wei.

Zhu Di's dream was to become a great general who could conquer the north, drink from the vast sea, and accomplish the achievements of Wei and Huo.

As for strengthening muscles and bones and practicing martial arts, Zhu Di didn't take it seriously. He worked for three days and rested for two days, and his body was only slightly stronger than that of ordinary people.

In his eyes, Xiang Yu, who was a match for ten thousand men and strong enough to lift a tripod, was ultimately defeated by Liu Bang!

Now, looking at the scene in front of him, Zhu Di's inherent ideas were overturned and shattered. His three views were greatly impacted. Martial arts is also the way to heaven.

(End of this chapter)