"Lord, the casualties in our battle have already... come out..."

After having a play with Emperor Chongzhen in front of many people for half an hour, he had a familiar face for a while. Xu Changqing and his group returned to the camp. Not a moment after entering the coach's tent, Li Yan came over with the battle report.

Xu Changqing glanced at Li Yan.

Li Yan hurriedly lowered his head humbly.

This is Li Yan's cleverness.

Instead of going with the generals to enjoy the glory of the emperor's reception and worship of the people, he returned to the tent to do practical things.

Xu Changqing smiled, pulled off his cloak, but did not rush to remove his armor. He sat on the throne, lit a cigar, took a deep breath and said, "Remember."

"yes!"

"Lord, our model army has killed more than 2,300 enemies in this battle, killed nearly 3,500 bandit war horses, seized more than 4,000 armor, more than 2,700 sabers, and other flags, combat boots..."

After talking about his military achievements, seeing that Xu Changqing did not have any fluctuations, Li Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He had the right bet.

Xu Changqing's thoughts were not at all about the military achievements of this battle.

He immediately adjusted his mind, changed into a sad and heavy tone, and continued: "Lord, in this battle, more than 1,400 people were killed in battle, more than 200 seriously injured, and more than 1,200 slightly injured... Ninety percent of the bodies of the soldiers who died have been restrained, and some of them are no longer easy to deal with, and they must be carefully distinguished..."

Although he had expected these numbers, when Li Yan read it out, Xu Changqing's heart suddenly tightened, as if he was a sharp knife, piercing directly into his heart!

More than 1,400 people?

What is this concept?

This is close to a reorganized Thousand Corps!

And the more than 200 people who were seriously injured, if nothing unexpected happens, they will probably be in danger...

This is almost equivalent to... the Model Army directly lost a reorganized Thousand Corps, nearly two thousand living good men...

The key is that if it is in a normal state, such a tragic sacrifice is not necessary at all...

Seeing Xu Changqing's face was not good, Li Yan hesitated for a moment and carefully tentatively said: "Lord, should you give more pensions to these soldiers who died in battle? What subordinates mean... is not about property, but about honor. For example, they can confer their wives and children's rights and protect the rights of their children..."

Xu Changqing took a deep breath, calmed down a little, nodded and said, "Yes. Military advisor, thank you for your hard work. This time, the children were killed in battle for my Ming Dynasty and for my Han family. They died gloriously and died to the right place! We not only want them to go with decent physical disposition, but also let their wives, children and parents live with decent physical disposition!"

"yes!"

After Li Yan left, Xu Changqing came to his senses for a while. He was vicissitudes and exhausted, but his eyes became more and more sharp.

"Once the sea was invincible, the water was not the clouds before," he said.

From a purely military perspective, today's battle will have more harm than good!

Because even if the Model Army made such a great sacrifice, won, showed its mightyness and momentum, it was useless and could not solve any problem at all.

This is a global battlefield, not a local war.

The elite troops of the refugee army at this time are more than tens of millions?

Especially as their general trend emerges, the number of veteran soldiers will only increase and become more and more cruel!

But at this time, the Model Army could not have any allies...

However, Xu Changqing had to fight in this battle!

This is even the only thing Xu Changqing can do to reverse it at this time

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Opportunity to your destiny!

If he cannot show the power of a model army in front of the emperor, the ministers, and the people in the capital, how can he, Xu Changqing, stand firm in the world?

Another cigar was lit and a long mouthful of thick fog was spitting out. Even though Xu Changqing didn't want to admit it, he had to admit it... At this time, he was no longer pure, and it was so complex and terrifying...

He does put the country and nation at the core, but he must first protect himself...

This reminded Xu Changqing of a very interesting and heart-wrenching joke in later generations: "Shoot the boy's heart..."

Although there are many disadvantages in this battle, if you think about it carefully, there are still many benefits, and they are all quite critical!

Although the Model Army did not defeat the refugee army in this battle, nor did they suffer too much damage, at least in terms of momentum, it once again suppressed the refugee army.

This will at least make the refugee army dare not act rashly before the strategic goals are achieved in the short term!

Especially the failure of Liu Zongmin and Liu Fangliang this time, I think it will definitely cause some fluctuations within the refugee army.

It should be noted that although Liu Zongmin is strong, there are Li Zicheng above him. There are many people who don’t accept him in the core below.

In terms of politics, after this battle, Emperor Chongzhen's face was finally preserved, and the big rats on both ends of the rat will further evaluate the current situation. Xu Changqing, the title of "the world's number one general" and the model army, the "the world's number one army" will be preserved.

It can buy more precious time for Xu Changqing!

Only Daming can continue to hold on, can he always find opportunities, right?

After a little rest, Dong Yu had prepared a sumptuous supper for Xu Changqing, but Xu Changqing had no time to eat and immediately devoted himself to the work of soothing the morale of the army.

This is also another huge benefit of this battle, which has allowed the model army to raise morale! Xu Changqing naturally needs to control this rhythm well.

...

Just as Xu Changqing was carefully controlling the army, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and gradually a layer of snow white was applied across the entire world, and the sky was getting darker.

In the capital city, Emperor Chongzhen had already returned to the palace with a happy mood, and the bigwigs of each family also returned to their respective mansions.

However, some people were full of joy and quickly went to burn incense and kowtow to their ancestors, hoping that the Ming Dynasty's rejuvenation would be expected.

But there are some people who are not very at ease.

Chen Mansion.

Chen Yan’s inner study room.

Every time the old guy comes back to enjoy the massage of a pretty maid, he changes his habits. He has a cold face and listens carefully to Mr. Chen's report.

"Father, the wind direction in Beijing has changed. The reputation of Xu Changqing's traitor is almost everyone talking about everyone's alleys. Even if it snows outside now, many ordinary people are making noise on the streets and can't hold back. Moreover, the families that took the initiative to contact us before have no movement now... The child just went to ask those young men to come out for a drink, but they didn't respond to the child..."

Mr. Chen reported tremblingly.

By this time, he felt scared.

This kind of thing is like a poison. It feels really wonderful, as if it is floating in the air, but Mr. Chen is not unaware of the consequences. Once it fails and is leaked, then let alone him, even his father, their entire family will be a disaster!

At this time, Xu Changqing had already used his powerful strength to prove that he had the ability to push their Chen family down the abyss...

Seeing Mr. Chen like this, Chen Yan was so angry that he slapped the teacup with a "slap" sound and said violently.

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: "Aren't you very smart on weekdays? Dad has taught you so many years, where did you go to cultivate your energy? This is how little things can scare you like this? Even if Xu Changqing defeated thousands of cavalry, so what? Are there only a few thousand cavalry in Dashunchao? Young man, you are so disappointed by daddy. A man can give in and bow his head, but you must never give in! You really think..."

Listening to his great principles, what else can Mr. Chen do? He can only keep "Yeah yeah yeah" and "Yeah yeah yeah".

However, Mr. Chen rarely saw his father lose his composure. The last time, it was when he was very young, he wanted to pay homage to the nine thousand-year-old Wei Zhongxian. I think it was not only him, but also his, so I was a little panicked at this time.

But Mr. Chen certainly doesn't know how to say this kind of thing, and he doesn't dare to say it.

After a while, Chen Yan was tired of scolding him. By scolding his son, he also regained some confidence. He recovered a little, and said in a deep voice: "Now Xu Changqing is in full swing. Don't show off anymore. Do you know if the gun is shooting the first bird? Don't think too much now. The situation is not so bad that it is uncontrollable. Try to stare at your group of friends. You must grasp the latest situation. Do you know?"

“Yes, yes…”

After sending off his son, Chen Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but a gloomy thief flashed in his old eyes and sneered: "Hmph, little bastard, I have never seen any storms in my life? You are just ant, and you want to hinder me, dream!"

...

The night gradually became darker.

Many celebrations in the capital are still not over yet. Countless places with lightning lights can be heard everywhere, and remarks about making excuses and guidance from the country. Almost everyone regards Xu Changqing as the gods, the savior of the Ming Dynasty, and the cornerstone of the future Ming Dynasty rejuvenation.

In the model army, many children did not rest, and laughter and the scent of hot horse meat came everywhere.

Just as the famous saying of the great sages of the Republic of China: "The times are vast and prosperous, those who follow it will prosper, and those who go against it will perish."

At this time, for the Model Army, it is obviously better to be out of place.

Xu Changqing naturally wants to let this morale continue to ferment.

But at this time, the refugee military camp was in a low and quiet state, with only the shrill north wind constantly passing by the sound of "whimpering" sounds, which were very distinct from their morning days.

Central Army.

In the big tent.

Liu Zongmin and Liu Fangliang have reached an agreement to deal with Li Zicheng and the core members of the migrant army who will come tomorrow.

But Liu Fangliang was still a little unwilling to accept it, so he poured his mouth and burned his knife and said, "Wu, this is not a solution. Although Xu Changqing is hateful, he is really capable. It is incredible to use infantry to fight against the elite cavalry of our rebel army."

Liu Zongmin was already as calm as water at this time. He slowly slapped the wine in his mouth and said, "Fangliang, don't be too anxious. This person is like floating on the water. Sometimes, the more anxious you are, the less useful you are. The greater the effort you use, not only will it not have any effect, but it will only make you bruised and even have no chance to get up."

Liu Fangliang's eyes lit up: "Well, can you already have the method to defeat the enemy?"

"Oh."

Liu Zongmin smiled faintly and drank the wine in the glass: "Fangliang, be patient. Some people will be more anxious than the rebels."

"Wu, you mean..."

Liu Zongmin stopped taking on this conversation, smiled and poured another glass of wine for Liu Fangliang, and then filled himself with: "Fangliang, don't think so much, come on, let's have another drink and let's talk about tomorrow first!"
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