Zhu Yanjun's wounded wrist was already numb and lost the pain. He was still silent. He frowned and looked down at him. He then forced himself to cheer up and joked, "Oh? Those who dare to call him a miracle doctor must have extraordinary medical skills. Could it be that even the imperial doctors sighed? I really have some interest in this person, so I call him to see him and see me!"

With a joke, he said curiously again: "Why has such a person never been recruited into the palace to be an imperial physician?"

After asking these questions, the imperial doctors were timid, looking around and looking at each other with different expressions, but no one answered. Zhu Yanjun knew that there was another reason inside, so he pondered and asked not to ask more questions, and waved his hand to ask them to look for Dr. Li.

However, at this moment, the two generals in the tent took a sneak glance, and they all plucked the courage to go out and knelt in front of Zhu Yanjun on one knee, "Report to the Master, this old general Park has died in battle, and his body is still in the army. How can you ask the Master? What should you do with General Park's funeral?"

Zhu Yanjun was slightly shocked, then his expression was complicated and sighed: "General Pu was a country and the people in this life, and his military achievements were made in his life, and he died vigorously. He was loyal to the emperor and the country, so how could I treat his funeral with nothing? This time he saved me and died, and his posthumous title was Zhongyi... Gong, who was shaded for ten generations, specially established Zhongyi Tomb outside the capital, and had a grand funeral!"

His order made the generals shake. They knelt down with excitement and shouted in tears: "Thank you, my emperor!"

Although Zhu Yanjun just changed his words and deserved to be the throne of marquis as the throne of duke, the promotion of this posthumous title in the eyes of the generals is the greatest praise for General Park in his life. The ultimate minister and general can make people die without regrets.

The rewards of the ministers and generals by the Daming Dynasty were divided into five titles: Duke, Marquis, Bozinan, and General Pu had long been the rank of the army. Before the war, Zhu Yanjun promised that he would be able to further his victory and grant him the title of Marquis of Zhongyi.

But when Park Yi died to save him, he finally touched Zhu Yanjun's heart before his death. Moreover, death is the most important thing. This reward is for the generals of the court and the country to see, so that they know that as long as they are loyal to the country, the court will never be careless about their family background. Not to mention the other side, just to win over the hearts of the generals, Zhu Yanjun would not be stingy with Park Yi for a prominent funeral, thinking it was an example.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Yanjun was very satisfied with the effect. He remembered this victory again, so he also rewarded the generals with great rewards, either by the way, or by the title or the entire army, or by the reward of silver and treasures, which made the generals very excited and thanked them one after another.

The seventh-rank general who fought with the generals were able to face the saint, so there were more than a hundred imperial generals in the tent. This reward that Zhu Yanjun had already agreed in his heart took three hours to complete. Zhu Yanjun, who was already injured, felt even more tired, but he was still struggling to hold Long Yan and smile, which was exhausted both physically and mentally.

He rubbed his temples and cheered up his spirits, frowned and asked casually: "Why didn't Li Shenyi... why haven't he arrived yet?"

After hearing the emperor's inquiry, the eunuch who followed the army hurriedly came out of the tent and called someone to ask.

However, after the fierce battle, Duyan City was killed and injured, and the sound of mourning and crying was like a sound of ghosts in the night. Those who heard it were sympathetic, and the tragic situation was enough to make the coldest and hardest soldiers unable to bear to witness it.

As for the defeated Yan Army soldiers, those who were alive and had no idea where they had been hiding. Those who only had a tone were also given the last blow by the court soldiers who were still merciful.

As for the disabled, surrendered or captured, except for those who were still indignant or had long been dismissed, less than one or two left, and thousands of people were tied to one place by iron chains and gathered in prisoners of war camps. Soon, they should be sent to the frontier to repair the Great Wall and fill the Pei Sicheng on the border again.

But in this battle, the poor people were the most killed and injured, and they were destroyed twice in less than three days, which was so miserable that it was rare in the world.

Although the Yan army slaughtered the city when they entered the city, there were always some shrewd people in Duyan City who had the opportunity to hide in the cellar in advance, dry wells or even secluded corners, and luckily escaped. There were 30,000 or 50,000 people, but the Yan army was defeated again after two days. The two armies fought each other in the city, fled and pursued, and said that it was a secluded corner. Even the lands such as cellars and dry wells were invaded by soldiers. What greeted the people was a new round of massacres that accidentally killed them, or even vented their anger.

This war was full of the disaster that the two armies suffered 100,000 deaths, but the people who were affected were 100,000. When the war subsided, there were only more than 10,000 left in Duyan City, which was originally stationed in more than 300,000, and most of them were injured. It was really a world of sorrow, and those who heard it were moved.

Although they were all people of the court, there were also many wounded soldiers in the army at this time. In order to rescue these warriors of the country, the followers were exhausted and busy. As for the lives and injuries of the disabled, these followers were really powerless.

(I thought I could finish writing, but who knew I was distracted to think about the new book. I was slow and I only wrote half a chapter, and I sent it out first, and then made up for the second half at night. This... the old problem happened, hehe...)


Chapter completed!