"In the assault on Zhangzhung Training Camp, eighty people were heavily injured, all of them caused by Dayan Pugyal's outburst. In addition, thirty were lightly injured and seven were killed in battle. Including those who died in battle, two men and one cavalry have brought them back. In addition, the heavily injured have taken the pills provided by Marquis and have all been treated. "
Xu Keyi said.
He was currently in charge of logistics at Wang Chong's side.
"Marquis, this time, we killed more than twenty thousand people, but we only sustained a hundred and twenty casualties. Seven deaths is truly astonishing."
"That's right! The Wushang soldiers are truly formidable fighters! "
… …
Everyone sighed in amazement at this number. For Zhangzhung Training Camp to only have a hundred-some casualties was truly inconceivable. If this number had been made public before the battle, no one would have believed it.
But when Wang Chong heard this number, he slightly frowned.
This number was even greater than he had imagined.
Cavalry had always been different from infantry in a battle. When two groups of infantry clashed, it was common for them to lose eight hundred in order to kill one thousand. In fact, even the most powerful elite infantrymen could suffer heavy losses in a single round of battle. But cavalry was different. Cavalry relied on the power of a collective charge.
It was like a sharp blade. Either it couldn't cut through the enemy's camp, but once it did, it would immediately cause great damage to the enemy. However, due to the cavalry's high speed, it wouldn't suffer too much damage if it passed by in a flash. Thus, even in a battle of ten thousand cavalry against one hundred thousand infantry, it was extremely normal for the infantry to lose less than half while the cavalry would lose no more than a thousand, perhaps only a few hundred.
The Wushang Cavalry had only just been established, but they had already suffered eighty heavy injuries, thirty light injuries, and seven deaths. To Wang Chong, this number was far greater than he had expected.
In the surroundings, Xu Keyi, Cheng Sanyuan, Su Shixuan, and even Li Siye sensed Wang Chong's frown. Even someone as steady as Li Siye couldn't help but click his tongue. Wang Chong's requirements seemed to be much higher than they had imagined.
With five thousand against twenty-seven thousand, the number of casualties was only slightly more than a hundred, and only seven had truly died. Yet, Wang Chong was still not satisfied. If word of this got out, even the generals and protector-generals of the Tang dynasty at the borders would probably be jealous.
"… I've only been training for half a month. It seems that I still need to improve further. In addition, the Extraterrestrial Meteoric Iron and the WuZi Steel Sword had to be expedited. Both of them must be shipped here as soon as possible. "
Wang Chong thought to himself.
The Mamelukes of the past had all been equipped with WuZi Steel swords, capable of killing gods and buddhas alike. Alas, with the invasion of the otherworldly invaders and the destruction of the Arabian Empire, those ten thousand WuZi Steel swords had vanished with them. Thus, even in the later stages of the apocalyptic era, Wang Chong's Wushang Cavalry had not been able to equip those invincible WuZi Steel swords.
But now, everything was different. Wang Chong could not only equip all his Wushang Cavalry with WuZi Steel swords, but he could also equip them with the Extraterrestrial Meteoric Iron armor, which was much stronger than the Ouzan plate armor. In the future, the Wushang Cavalry would reach an unprecedented level, even stronger than the 'Wushang Cavalry' that had once been hailed as the supreme force of the world.
But it was precisely for this reason that Wang Chong viewed this army with great importance. After all, the number of people in Wushang Village was limited, and each death meant one less. Regarding these elite soldiers among the elite soldiers, no matter how much one valued them, it would never be too much.
"Cousin had already set off three months ago, and he even rode the monsoon wind to go there. Based on the time, he should be able to return in a month or so. "
When he thought of Cousin Wang Liang, a bright light flashed through Wang Chong's eyes.
On his first trip overseas, Wang Liang had been tempered, drifting here and there, experiencing the hearts of men and the dangers of the environment. In the middle of this journey, he had spent several months searching for those islands with Extraterrestrial Meteoric Iron. But now, with his first success and experience, coupled with that group of skilled sailors, everything was different.
At the very least, he wouldn't have to experience as many dangers as last time, and he wouldn't have to spend more than half a year. Riding the monsoon winds and then riding the monsoon winds back would only take a little more than four months.
I'm really looking forward to it!
Wang Chong quietly said to himself.
With the return from the first voyage, Wang Chong had invested even more in Wang Liang's second voyage than the first, and the expedition was also much larger. This meant that even more Extraterrestrial Meteoric Iron could be brought back, and it would definitely be much more than the first voyage.
As these thoughts flitted through his mind, Wang Chong quickly returned to normal.
"That's right, how is the army doing after coming down from the plateau? Have you taken stock? "
Wang Chong looked at Xu Keyi and said.
Everyone's expressions flickered at these words.
"Of the five thousand, more than one thousand have developed diarrhea, and more than three hundred have developed a mild fever. The others are also feeling a little uncomfortable."
Before Xu Keyi could say anything, Cheng Sanyuan interrupted.
Strangely enough, nothing like this had happened on the plateau, but now that they were off the plateau, the five thousand soldiers were starting to develop all sorts of symptoms.
Cheng Sanyuan, Xu Keyi, and the other officers had been discussing this problem for a very long time, and all of them were deeply worried.
It was said that the Ouzan Plateau was a promised land bestowed by the heavens to the Ouzan people. Cheng Sanyuan's men had never felt much of a thing before, and they would even snort disdainfully when discussing it. But now, no one dared to think this way.
The strength of the five thousand Wushang cavalry was obvious to all, but if even they were like this after a trip to the plateau, then the rest of the people were even less likely to be like this.
"Marquis, is this altitude sickness?"
Li Siye stared at Wang Chong and asked.
He had been with Wang Chong for a long time, so he knew a little about it.
"Mm."
Wang Chong nodded, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
Altitude sickness was indeed a huge problem, and it had something to do with the fact that he had quickly given the order to retreat after besieging Zhangzhung Training Camp.
The people of the Wushang villagers spent most of their time in the mountains, and their physical fitness far surpassed that of ordinary people in all aspects. Wang Chong had initially thought that it would not be so serious, but it seemed that he had still greatly underestimated the severity of altitude sickness.
The people of the Ouzan people called the plateau a blessed land, and they claimed that anyone who entered the plateau would be cursed. With this unique natural barrier, they could attack and retreat as they pleased. They had been constantly harassing and invading the surrounding countries, and now it seemed that there was a reason for it.
"Marquis, the plateau is indeed the territory of the Ouzan people. I'm afraid it will be very difficult for us to stay on the plateau for long."
Xu Keyi, Cheng Sanyuan, and the others looked worried.
Wang Chong said nothing.
If altitude sickness was serious, it could indeed cause people to stop breathing and even die. Compared to these serious consequences, the symptoms of the five thousand Wushang cavalry were actually very mild.
But no matter how serious the altitude sickness was, it was still a mountain that Wang Chong had to conquer.
It seems that I'll have to put that matter on the agenda ahead of time.
Wang Chong quietly said to himself.
In this era, the majority of people were ignorant of altitude sickness, even in a state of blind reverence. Even the invading Turks had a deep reverence for the plateau.
But Wang Chong knew that there was a way to overcome and overcome altitude sickness.
But this matter needed to be carried out in secret and could not be made public. Otherwise, if too many people learned of it, there would definitely be negative effects.
"After resting here for a few more days, we'll return to the City of Steel."
Wang Chong said.
"Yes, Marquis!"
The officers respectfully replied.
After resting for a few days at Heaven Pillar Mountain, the army soon returned to the City of Steel. The moment they returned to the City of Steel, Wang Chong immediately summoned the steward that Yang Hongchang had dispatched to the City of Steel.
"Marquis!"
The old steward stepped into the reception hall, saw Wang Chong, and respectfully bowed.
"Steward Yang, help me notify your patriarch. Have him purchase something for me in the Western Regions."
Wang Chong said. He was seated in an armchair, one hand holding a white porcelain cup, the other lightly wiping away the froth from the tea.
"What does Marquis want? As long as our Yang Clan can do it, we will not hesitate to risk our lives! "
The old steward sternly said.
"There's no need to be so serious. I only need your patriarch to help me buy a small item."
Wang Chong did not beat around the bush, getting straight to the point.
"This is a small red flower that grows on the Ouzan Plateau. It's called rosedale."
"Rosedale?"
The old steward creased his brow, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
He spent most of his time in the Western Regions and knew everything there was to know, but he had never heard of the name rosedale.
"Marquis, forgive me for my ignorance, but based on my knowledge, no one in the Western Regions buys or sells rosedale."
The old steward had dabbled in the field of herbs, and the Yang Clan had once sold them, but the old steward had no impression of them. Ouzan did not sell many things in the Western Regions, so if there was a rosedale, he would definitely have an impression of it, and there was no mistaking it.
"Haha, it's even better if no one buys it. All you need to do is tell your patriarch to secretly buy it for me. That small red flower is a very common wildflower on the plateau. Tell your patriarch that I'm buying it for the Arabs to feed to the horses and relieve their bowels. "
As Wang Chong spoke, he took out a piece of paper from a nearby drawer and handed it over.
"I've already drawn the appearance of the rosedale. Have your patriarch buy it based on this. There's no mistake."
"Understood, Marquis. I'll do it now."
The old steward took the paper and left. Now that he had a drawing of the rosedale, everything would be much easier. Given the influence the Yang Clan had built up over the Western Regions for so many years, they would be able to find it for Wang Chong even if they had to dig three feet into the ground.
"To think that no one knows about the rosedale. It's truly surprising that no one has shown interest in it for so long."
After watching the old steward leave, Wang Chong closed his eyes, took a sip of tea, and leaned back in contemplation.
The Ouzan Plateau had become a natural barrier that protected the Ouzan Empire. Anyone from other empires that entered this place would be greatly weakened, including the Arabs and the powerful Mamelukes.
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