Wei Ci looked hesitant. Even if he knew that Old Master Sun Wen's plan was feasible, there were too many variables.
Since ancient times, how many fake retreats had become real collapses because of unforeseen events?
Soldiers did not know the plans of their superiors. They only knew that if they were defeated by the enemy and fled, it would definitely affect the overall morale.
Morale was something that could not be seen or touched, but it was too useful on the battlefield.
With high morale, even rookies could chase elites around. With low morale, even the best elites could not defeat the enemy's grassroots.
Wei Ci was not against Old Master Sun Wen's plan. He just wanted to minimize the negative impact of a retreat.
Seeing this, Qiguan Rang chose a compromise.
"Let me command here to resist for a while. The two of you go to Erdao City to prepare for the enemy," Qiguan Rang said decisively. "If we retreat at the last minute, the soldiers will think that we are no match for the Nie army. If we make arrangements in advance, the impact of the retreat should be minimized. "
Of course, Wei Ci could not agree to leave Qiguan Rang alone to command. Even with the help of several generals, he could not take care of the entire battle situation alone.
At this moment, they were already stretched thin. If Wei Ci and Sun Wen left, Qiguan Rang would be under considerable pressure.
Qiguan Rang shook his head and said, "There's no time to lose. Go and prepare as soon as possible. Looking at the situation, the city gate can still hold for a quarter of an hour. "
Wei Ci and Old Master Sun Wen looked at each other and did not continue to object.
This was not the time to waste time. Any delay would cost countless lives.
"Someone …" Qiguan Rang's eyes darkened. He summoned the soldiers and said, "Immediately send people to pile the extra stones at the entrance of the city gate!"
The enemy's attack was fierce. Even though the soldiers on the city gate had tried their best to kill the enemy soldiers carrying the siege logs, there would be another batch after they were killed. The enemy tried their best to cover them. When dozens of people carried the siege logs and hit the city gate, Qiguan Rang could feel the ground tremble slightly under his feet. Even though the main materials of the city gate were thick solid wood, bronze, and fine iron, it could not withstand such violent ravages.
Since the city gate would be breached sooner or later, it was better to seize the time to block the enemy.
"Military counselor, if the city gate is blocked …"
The general looked hesitant. He was one of the people who knew that his lord had led troops to attack the enemy at night.
If the entrance was blocked, not only would it hinder the enemy, but it would also hinder the return of his lord.
Qiguan Rang said coldly, "You only need to obey military orders and not question them in front of the battlefield. I know what to do in an emergency."
The general cupped his fists and said, "Yes, sir!"
After saying that, he immediately ordered his men to use a portion of the stones to block the entrance of the city. The entrance to the city was blocked. Even if the enemy continued to use their siege weapons to break open the city gate, it would not be easy for them to charge into Zhanjiang Pass. Calculating … they should be able to delay for a while.
"Why are the two military counselors back? Could it be — "
Feng Yi was arranging for the soldiers to send the city defense equipment to the frontline. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Wei Ci and the other man rushing over. Her heart thumped.
Wei Ci raised his hand to stop Feng Yi from speaking. He said briefly, "The frontline city gate has not fallen."
Feng Yi's eyes were filled with worry. Even though they were so far away, he could still hear what was happening in Yidao City. He was constantly on tenterhooks, but there was a limit to what he could do. He could only try his best to do what he could. While busy, he enriched himself and gained experience.
Sun Wen asked, "Where's Lan Lan?"
Feng Yi said, "There are too many wounded soldiers sent over from the frontline. To prevent chaos, Sun Lan is helping to direct the transfer of the wounded soldiers to the casualty barracks."
When the two armies fought, the number of soldiers who died on the spot was not high. Most of the soldiers died because they were not treated in time.
Jiang Pengji was clear about this. Naturally, she had to take measures to reduce the death rate.
For this purpose, she even specially set up a combat medical battalion. The soldiers of this battalion had to learn a certain amount of first aid knowledge. They also had to learn combat skills from ordinary soldiers. Their duty was to specifically transfer the wounded soldiers who had lost their combat ability but were not yet dead.
Their medical knowledge did not have to be better than the military doctors in the casualty barracks, but they had to know how to minimize the secondary damage of the wounded soldiers when transferring them.
Their combat skills did not have to be better than the combat troops, but they had to learn how to protect themselves.
The soldiers of this battalion were basically between the logistical medical unit and the frontline combat troops.
Although they were not as good as the top, they were not weaker than the bottom. In a sense, they were more important.
The number of wounded soldiers at the frontline increased. The transfer was disorderly. Sun Lan took the initiative to ask for help.
When Sun Wen heard this, he felt gratified and a little melancholy at the same time.
He was also a person who had experienced great storms. Naturally, he knew what kind of place the logistical medical unit was. It looked like it was at the rear, but the scene was no less than hell on earth. In the past, Sun Lan had not even seen a chicken being slaughtered. He did not know if he could bear to see it all of a sudden.
Old Master Sun Wen valued his grandson too much, so he subconsciously treated Sun Lan as a child. He did not know that his grandson had already grown up.
War was the best way to train people.
At first, Sun Lan helped to command and dispatch. Later, when he saw that there were not enough people, he also helped to carry stretchers and wounded soldiers. He went back and forth dozens, hundreds of times. The clothes on his shoulders were torn by the hemp ropes. The flesh on his shoulders and palms were rubbed until there were bloody blisters. His originally clean clothes were also dyed red by the blood of the wounded soldiers. From afar, he looked like a bloody man. There was more determination between his brows. How could one still see his past appearance?
He happened to hear the news that the frontline was about to retreat. He suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning. It was as if his soul was about to leave his body.
Grandfather Sun Wen was at the frontline. How was he now?
"Grandfather …"
Sun Lan looked at the blazing flames on the horizon. His heart almost twisted into a ball.
However, he had no time to inquire about his grandfather's news. He could only grit his teeth and suppress all his worries.
The huge medical unit was full of wounded soldiers. Some were lucky enough to get stretchers or straw mats. Most of the soldiers could only lie on the ground. Those with less serious injuries leaned against each other to reduce the space they occupied. Because the female military doctors were short of manpower, the medical supplies were also somewhat stretched. Many soldiers only had time to hastily clean their wounds, stitch them up, and bandage them. The rest was up to fate. The seemingly crude medical methods were very comprehensive in this era. Overall, the death rate of the soldiers under Jiang Pengji's command was also the lowest in the same period.
Listening to the cries of the wounded soldiers, Sun Lan took a deep breath. He suddenly had an unprecedented impulse.
However, he quickly shook the thought out of his mind.
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