People in Zongwu: Starting with the Yin Gui Sect

"How is it, has the casualties of the first day been released?"

In the Qianqing Palace, Wu Yu sat on the dragon throne, staring at the Minister of War Sun Chengzong who came in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, the statistics have been released. On the first day of the city defense battle, our soldiers suffered a total of more than 4,700 casualties, including 3,900 deaths, 800 serious injuries, and the lightly injured are not included."

"As for the Jiannu side, although the specific casualties are unclear, as the attacking party, the number of casualties must be no less than ours."

Listening to Sun Chengzong's casualty report, even Wu Yu, who had been prepared for a long time, couldn't help feeling heavy. He didn't expect that on the first day, nearly 4,000 Ming soldiers lost their lives forever.

As for the 800 seriously injured soldiers, how many survived was unknown. Even if he had arranged a large number of military doctors to join the army as in later generations, it would be good if half of them survived given the sanitary conditions of this era. Even if they survived by chance, their lives would be ruined.

Wu Yu really couldn't imagine how many soldiers would lose their lives and how many families would be torn apart after the war.

But there was no way, this was war. All he could do was to pay more pensions after the war and exempt those families from taxes for a certain number of years.

After reporting, Sun Chengzong naturally understood the mood of their Majesty at the moment. Although he only reported a cold number, each one represented a fresh life.

Looking at the silent emperor in front of him, somehow, Sun Chengzong suddenly remembered the scene when he led his troops to war for the first time. At that time, he was also like this when he heard his subordinates report the number of casualties.

How can we say about war? If you don't have a strong heart and a smart brain, then don't think about making a difference in military affairs, especially for the commander, whose every word and action determines the life and death of tens or even hundreds of thousands of people.

Although it is said that kindness cannot lead an army, it is impossible for anyone to remain indifferent when thinking about the hundreds of thousands of soldiers sacrificed in vain because of one's carelessness.

Not to mention that the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly. If you can't keep an eye on all directions and listen to all directions, quickly and accurately perceive every subtle change, and adjust the strategic deployment and tactical arrangements in time according to these changes, then it is very likely that the entire battle situation will fall into a passive position, and even a bad situation will lead to a complete defeat.

Why are those famous generals in history often tortured by illness and pain in their twilight years? In the final analysis, they over-consume their physical functions when they are fighting on the battlefield.

Not to mention that swords and knives are blind on the battlefield. Even the commanders who are in the rear are inevitably injured by the enemy's breakthrough of defense in fierce battles.

Moreover, being in a tense combat state for a long time and being highly concentrated will make them physically and mentally exhausted, causing irreversible effects on their health. In addition, they have to sleep in the open air, in harsh conditions, irregular diet and lack of adequate rest during the march, which further weakens their physical fitness.

Sometimes it is even common to not sleep for several days and nights for a war.

This is why Sun Chengzong would rather choose to return to the court than stay on the battlefield. In addition to the fact that the status of military officers in the Ming Dynasty is indeed lower than that of civil officials, more importantly, his body has long been overwhelmed.

So unless there is really no one left in the Ming Dynasty, his old bones really can't think of returning to the battlefield.

"My dear?"

After seeing Sun Chengzong report the number of casualties, Wu Yu began to wander in his mind, so he could only speak to wake him up.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I'm old, and I always think of the past from time to time!"

Wu Yu shook his head, indicating that he didn't care, "I'm fine here, my dear, go back and rest early, I'm afraid there will be a tough battle starting tomorrow!"

Looking at Sun Chengzong's gray hair and hunched body, Wu Yu somehow felt a little sorry for him.

This old man who has dedicated most of his life to the Ming Dynasty should have reached the age of enjoying his old age and grandchildren, but now he has to work hard for this precarious Ming Dynasty.

But Wu Yu had no choice. The Ming Dynasty was really in need of such people, so even if he couldn't bear it, he had to choose to keep the other party in the court.

"Forget it, after this war is over, I will approve him to return to his hometown to retire!"

Thinking of Sun Chengzong's several memorials requesting retirement, Wu Yu could only consider waiting for the end of this war to let this veteran of four dynasties who had worked hard for the Ming Dynasty all his life enjoy his life.In his later years.

At the same time, in the Jiannu camp on the other side, the Jin high-ranking officials headed by Huang Taiji were also counting the losses of this siege.

But when they heard that more than 6,000 Jin warriors fell under the city of Beijing, everyone's brows frowned.

You must know that their Jin Kingdom is not as good as the Ming Dynasty. The entire Jurchen tribe has a population of only a few hundred thousand, and the real young and strong are less than 100,000. It can be said that every death is one less. This time, even his most promising eldest son Haoge lost an ear because of this.

You must know that this is only the first day. If the battle continues for a few more days, God knows how many more Jin warriors will die.

And if they can't take the city gate, then the Ming reinforcements will arrive in at most half a month. By then, not only will they get nothing, but they may even be surrounded by the other side.

Therefore, if they want to withdraw safely, they must leave a few days in advance, so they only have ten days at most. If they cannot break through the city gate and enter the city to plunder within ten days, then what awaits them is either to return to Shenyang in disgrace or to stay where they are and fight a decisive battle with the Ming army.

If it is just a small group of reinforcements, it is fine. Once it is a large army with more than tens of thousands of people, then they have to face the enemy's front and back attacks. At that time, even if they can win, they will inevitably suffer heavy losses, which is not what he wants to see.

Suddenly, Huang Taiji, who seemed to have thought of something, looked at the shaman priest next to him.

"High priest, do you think it is better for us to continue the attack or retreat?"

The high priest who heard Huang Taiji's call also stood up hurriedly, "In this case, let me tell the Khan a fortune!"

He did it as he said, so the shaman priest who followed the army began to dance in front of everyone, chanting spells that he couldn't even understand!