Chapter 1337 - 327: First Town

Chapter 1337: Chapter 327: First Town

In Shengle City, Yao Zizhan once said to Zheng Fan, who was then just the general of Shengle, that the battlefield after the fighting is sentimental.

At that time, Lord Zheng mocked him about how many times he had actually been on the battlefield, and why when he previously marched south to attack the Qian State, he hadn’t seen a county magistrate named Yao Zizhan bravely resist.

Master Yao, frustrated, shouted that just because he hadn’t been on the battlefield didn’t mean he hadn’t dismounted from a bed of lean horses?

The same fierce battle, the same bed of wounds, the same feeling of desolation and loneliness while watching the people lying beside you;

However,

The reason Lord Zheng initially disputed Yao Zizhan was simply because he thought this old literary man was wasting time, pretending to be moved by the chaos of war even though he hadn’t really fought;

But in reality,

Yao Zizhan was actually right.

Nearly five thousand casualties, mostly wild people dead, mostly Snow Sea soldiers injured; excluding the wild people’s losses, our own losses are not significant, and compared to this strategic place, Yangshan Village, just conquered, can be said to be negligible.

Standing on bloodstains, around him, soldiers were busy.

The wounded Chu people lying on the ground would be given a swift end with a knife, granting them relief, but no one would cut off heads because military merit would be distributed based on contributions to everyone;

The injured fellow soldiers were being treated; Siniang once taught a batch of soldiers emergency measures on the battlefield, they learned it so-so, but it’s better than nothing, simple wounds can still be treated to prevent infections, and as for the severely wounded, they’d be taken back, since they are fellow soldiers.

Those who can be saved will receive disability compensation, and their families would still inherit the privileges of their status;

Those who can’t be saved, their tokens will be taken away and sent to their families; if they are unmarried, the Righteousness Camp might gain another child bearing their surname.

During treatment, the injured wild people were also being treated together. This was not ordered by Lord Zheng, but was done voluntarily.

Actually, no orders were needed.

Some are slave soldiers, sent up just to deplete the enemy’s arrows and strength. If they die, they die; if they are injured, they patch themselves up with dirt, and if lucky to survive, they’ll be sent up again next time;

But this time, the wild people attacking the village showed bravery and fearlessness, earning the respect from the regular soldiers of Snow Sea Pass.

A spirited army must internally respect the courageous.

Lord Zheng stopped, he saw in the distance, on a pile of corpses, Wild People King was singing snowfield folk songs.

Actually, Wild People King also knows very well in his heart that the three thousand riders he organized and encouraged a few days ago were sent to die.

But anyone with a normal brain would know that sending those who believe in you to die must not feel good.

Blind Man and Gou Moli had a good relationship, they often chatted, having much common language.

Once at a small gathering of Zheng Fan and the demons, Blind Man spoke of Wild People King.

He said, Gou Moli didn’t come from anything prestigious, just from an ordinary herdsman’s family in the snowfield, his father died when he was young, later, his mother was taken in by his uncle, so he became his uncle’s son.

Afterwards, the uncle sold his mother to another family for wine.

When Wild People King grew up, he sought his mother, only to find her repeatedly bought and sold, and in the end, truly couldn’t be found.

Women in the snowfield have the same status as cattle and sheep.

Wild People King eventually didn’t kill his uncle but did send him off and take care of him till the end, because although his uncle sold his mother and often whipped him, when he had a mouthful of milk, he would share it, allowing him to grow up.

Blind Man drank a sip of wine at this point.

Such a background, he’s not a noble, just an ordinary person, even a miserable one, but through his own efforts, he gathered followers in the snowfield, went to Jin land for business, started as an escort slave, step by step, made a little progress, and when he could rely on this to set up a tent in the snowfield, buy cattle, sheep, wives, and live as a "wealthy snowfield man," he decisively chose to abandon everything, went to Yan State’s Beifeng Prefecture, to become an auxiliary soldier of a different ethnicity.

That lasted many years.

In the middle, he received a whip from the young prefect lady.

Later, he went to Qian State, then to Chu State; he spent his precious youth learning and understanding the outside world, not knowing how many nights he spent watching stars, pondering.

Thinking about his future,

Thinking about the future of the snowfield;

Perhaps not so noble, can also say he’s an ambitious man;

But what sustained him to spend so much time as a person of another ethnicity in the extremely racially discriminatory environments in various states of Zhuxia, enduring indifference and exclusion, continuously traveling;

Ultimately,

There must be some spiritual persistence, pure ambition could never sustain so long.

And pure ambition can’t attract and gather so many tribes around him.

He may not believe in any damn stars, but he surely believes in something in his heart.

He was once captured by Sang Hu, who mocked him and made him dance before him, and he did dance, very earnestly and passionately.

He became Sang Hu’s slave; Sang Hu led his snowfield bandit squad, specifically raiding wealthy and revered star guiders in the snowfield, and he followed along, assisting.