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Even more cruel were some soldiers who had lost their legs and arms. They dragged their bodies, missing limbs, taking one step at a time, evoking an inexplicable heartache and sympathy.
Those who had lost an arm fared slightly better; their faces had turned pale, and it seemed that their arms had been chopped off by bandits, yet they could still manage to walk.
The ones with broken legs appeared to be in extreme pain, crying and screaming on one side, truly pitiful beyond measure.
Their clothes were already soaked in blood. With their legs broken, they could not walk at all and could only crawl on the ground, as fragile as ants; it was truly heartbreaking.
Qin Feng watched this unfold, his heart aching for them. They were considered his subordinates, and seeing them in such a state made him feel guilty.
Liu Xiaoxiao felt even more frightened; everywhere there were the corpses of the dead. Even some horses had been crushed or injured, still crying out in agony, along with the wounded.
She tightly grasped Qin Feng's right hand, feeling that it was her only hope for protection.
Of course, he did not refuse; having such a beautiful Gorgeous Beauty by his side through life and death felt incredibly fortunate!
When they reached Zhang Mu and the others, he asked, "Is Lord Zhang's injury alright? Should we rest here for a while before continuing our journey?"
Zhang Mu knelt down on the ground, surprising him. He said, "Qin Sir, thank you for saving my life. From now on, you are my elder brother. Whenever you command me, I will obey—whether it's climbing a mountain of knives or descending into a sea of fire. Please accept this bow from me."
He forcefully knocked his head against the ground with a loud thud, feeling as if he had hit something solid; it was quite a forceful gesture.
Qin Feng was taken aback by this sudden act of kneeling and hurriedly helped him up.
"We are all brothers. Since you acknowledge me as your elder brother, I will consider you my brother as well. Get up from the ground; you are seriously injured and need to recover quickly!"
Zhang Mu slowly stood up from the ground, looking at him with excitement. He never expected that a Civil Official could be so formidable, even surpassing those of us who are warriors. It truly made him see Qin Feng in a new light; he would definitely follow Brother Qin from now on.
Liu Xian and the others quickly took out some medicinal powder to apply to Zhang Mu's wounds. It was very effective for healing injuries and could also stop bleeding rapidly!
After applying the medicine, he had no use for it anymore and casually threw it on the ground.
Many of the Imperial Guards in the surroundings also knelt down, appearing very emotional.
They said, "Qin Sir, from now on you are our big brother. You saved us, and we will follow your orders. We will go through fire and water for you; just say the word, and we will absolutely follow you."
He was once again startled; these warriors truly had spirit, actually recognizing him as their big brother.
It seemed that Zhang Mu's charisma was indeed quite strong, as these people were completely acting according to his wishes, and they also admired their own strength.
"From now on, we are all Brothers; there's no need for such formality. Please stand up! Quickly organize the horses, supplies, and the injured. We must set off as soon as possible; those bandits might come after us!"
Later on, he overheard some words from the bandits. The Yellow-haired Kid was the son of the Black Wind King and was his only child. He was notoriously arrogant, which made him so formidable.
He was the second strongest in Heifeng Stronghold; the strongest was his Old Man, who was unmatched with a spear in this area.
With such a precious son being killed by him, how could they not seek revenge? Even if he were a coward, he would still grab a knife to attack.
Many of the Soldiers slowly stood up, their faces filled with joy as they helped organize the horses, supplies, and the injured.
After such a brutal battle, many had died—over a hundred people—and there were dozens more injured. Some Warhorses had been killed or injured by falling stones, and supplies were scattered everywhere.
Some of the Warhorses were panicked and had fled further ahead, temporarily out of reach.
Zhang Mu suddenly remembered something important. He said, "Thirty miles from here is Jinzhou City. Liu Xian, quickly select a dozen capable Imperial Guards and have them swap to the best Warhorses. Let them take my token and go to request military assistance from the Jinzhou Prefect."
He then took out the golden token from his pocket with a trembling right hand. It prominently displayed that he was the commander of the Imperial Guard, Zhang Mu, but he was also a High Official of the Imperial Guards.
Liu Xian was somewhat surprised; weren't those bandits already driven away? The one who wielded a spear had been shot dead by an arrow. They had fled in disgrace; how could they dare to come back?
He still received that Gold Medal, which symbolizes great power. If he were in a local area, he could command the local officers and direct their soldiers.
"Lord Zhang, these bandits are either dead or wounded and are no longer a threat. How could they possibly come back to attack? They would have to go to Jinzhou to seek military support."
Zhang Mu appeared somewhat helpless and sighed. Liu Xian was still so shallow-minded, unable to think of anything deeper.
"I estimate that those bandits will come back to kill. Their only son has been killed, and the Black Wind King will definitely not let this go! Hurry up and select people to go to Jinzhou; it will be too late if we delay."
He understood and quickly turned around, running towards a large group of Imperial Guards to start selecting suitable individuals, who must also be skilled in martial arts.
Qin Feng felt that Zhang Mu was someone capable of leading troops into battle, taking the lead himself. He could think of this, but he had not considered it at all.
The remaining Imperial Guards were organizing themselves, looking for the scattered Black Warhorses. Some with broken legs could no longer be used and had to be discarded, while they took down the supplies of dry rations and water.
The piles of Imperial Guard Brothers' corpses on the ground could not be taken either; there was no time to gather them together and bring them back to Tokyo City.
A heart-wrenching pain arose. How many soldiers died on the battlefield, their bodies left in desolate lands? There was hardly time to even record their names, and their families did not know their fates—how pitiful!
There were still dozens of brothers who were injured but not severely enough to have broken bones; they were relatively lucky and could still walk despite enduring pain.
They were all wrapped in layers of white cloth, treated with healing ointment. Some had it on their heads, others on their arms, waists, backs, stomachs, and legs.
The worst off were those brothers whose legs were crushed by stones. Some had both legs broken and could only crawl on the ground, unable to move at all while crying out in agony. Even though their legs were wrapped in white cloth, they quickly became stained red—a sight too tragic to bear.
There were also those who had one leg broken by stones; they struggled to stand up with help but could only take a few steps before collapsing again.
Of course, some had their legs severed by broadswords wielded by the bandits; they were severely injured as well. It was a problem just to put them back together—how could they be carried away from this dangerous place where bandits might appear at any moment?
Glancing back at the large horse-drawn carts behind him, he realized that if necessary, several people could fit into one cart. There were two carts available, which could hold quite a number of injured individuals!
Liu Xiaoxiao also saw it and understood Qin Feng's meaning; that gaze was very obvious. Although she couldn't ride a horse, there was nothing else she could do.
After a while, many severely injured soldiers were brought to the wagons. They had been wounded for their country and absolutely could not be abandoned.
No one could leave them behind. Although they still wanted to sit there, that was meant for the Peace Envoy. They were still lifted onto the wagons; injured soldiers deserved such treatment, even if it meant riding horses themselves.
The lightly injured soldiers remained on their horses, while another uninjured Imperial Guard led them forward.
Finally, they did not leave those injured soldiers behind. The Warhorses were gathered, and they set off ahead.
However, Zhang Mu knelt down along with the Imperial Guards before they departed.
They vowed to follow Brother Qin to the death, even if it meant going through fire and water. Such treatment of subordinates was rare in the Great Song.
Qin Feng accepted their loyalty with a smile; they were brothers who had fought together and did not need formalities, so he let them rise.
He mounted an uninjured Black Warhorse, feeling refreshed and experiencing a different kind of boldness.
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