Chapter 22: Passing the Battle Flag, Forging Our Military Spirit

The setting sun was like blood, and the flags were fluttering.

Xiao Po, the flag bearer of the 8th Regiment of the Po Lu Army, stood proudly on the wall of the West Gate of Longcheng with his hands holding up the battle flag, stepping on countless enemy corpses. This scene moved and shocked all the reinforcements, including Jin Wang Chen Huaian.

No one knew what this flag bearer of the 8th Regiment named Xiao Po had experienced in the extremely tragic defense of Longcheng.

But his broken armor and scars all over his body told everyone all the time that the man in front of him was not only a qualified soldier, but also a tough guy.

Chen Huaian immediately ordered: "Pass the order down, save him for me at all costs!"

Then, he continued to ride his horse on the wall of Longcheng, which was littered with corpses.

Looking at the remains of the soldiers of the city-defending and decapitating army, who had been fighting hard with swords, spears, and halberds until their death, mixed with the corpses of the enemy army that was several times their own, Chen Huaian felt mixed emotions.

From a strategic perspective, the Battle of Longcheng was an absolute victory.

In the case of a disadvantageous force, most of the enemy's main forces were eliminated or captured at a relatively small cost of casualties.

In one fell swoop, the conspiracy of Wu Qingyun, the chief general of the Yunhui Army, who tried to capture Longcheng with a 100,000-strong army, was shattered, which bought time for the development and growth of the decapitating army in the south.

But from a specific battle perspective, the Battle of Longcheng was an undisputed tragic victory.

The five thousand soldiers of the city-defending and decapitating army paid a very heavy price when facing the fierce attack of the enemy army that was more than ten times their own, with more than 90% casualties.

By the time Chen Huaian led the reinforcements from Longshan Camp to Longcheng, there were less than 500 survivors of the Po Lu Army defending the city, including more than 300 seriously injured.

"Report--"

"Your Highness, Prince Jin, the results and casualties of our army in the battle of Longshan Camp have been counted!"

At this time, the deputy general of the front army, Fan Wuji, hurried to report, his face filled with excitement and excitement that could not be concealed.

But when he rushed to Chen Huaian and found that Pang Xianchu, the lieutenant general of the Po Lu army who was guarding the city, was also there, he immediately restrained his excitement and continued with a serious face:

"Your Highness, the battle of Longshan Camp wiped out 10,000 enemy Yunzhou cavalry and 20,000 infantry, and seized countless horses, equipment, food, and baggage."

"Only the enemy's main general Wu Qingyun, the main general of the front army Liang Erhu and more than ten personal soldiers escaped by chance, and 57 generals above the rank of lieutenant general and below were all killed!"

"Our army's Modao team suffered more than 500 casualties, Longcheng Iron Cavalry suffered more than 800 casualties, and Xuanjia Light Cavalry suffered more than 2,000 casualties. A total of 3,027 people were killed and 502 were seriously injured!"

"Well, this king knows!"

Chen Huaian nodded. The casualties and losses of both sides in the battle of Longshan Camp were expected earlier than he expected, and the actual situation was not much different.

Then, he ordered: "Fan Wuji, you must immediately go to Longshan Camp to pass on my order, and order the commander of the Black Armor Army, Chen Qingzhi, to lead the Black Armor Cavalry into the city and take over the defense of Longcheng."

"I have received your order!"

Fan Wuji immediately took the order and left.

"Report--"

"Your Highness, the King of Jin, the results and casualties of the Longcheng defenders have been counted!"

Soon, Zuo Liangcai, the garrison commander of Longcheng, also hurried to report, reporting to Chen Huaian in a heavy tone:

"Your Highness, in the battle of Longcheng, the defenders killed more than 38,000 enemy soldiers, captured more than 24,000 enemy soldiers, and seized countless siege equipment, weapons and equipment, and food and supplies."

"The enemy's deputy commanders Zhou Wuyang and Chang Chenghu, and 123 commanders above the rank of lieutenant general and below the rank of lieutenant general were all killed!"

"4,506 of our soldiers who defended the city died in the battle, and 394 were seriously injured!"

After speaking, Zuo Liangcai turned his head aside, silently raised his hand to wipe the two lines of turbid tears that rolled down his cheeks.

He was originally the commander of the Eighth Regiment of the Po Lu Army. Yesterday, he was temporarily transferred to the Longcheng Iron Cavalry to fight with Chen Huaian out of the city, and then rushed to the Longshan Camp.

But when he followed the King of Jin to lead the reinforcements back today, his Eighth Regiment was left with only the flag bearer Xiao Po, who was seriously injured and unconscious.

Seeing that the brothers who were still lively and cheerful yesterday had become cold corpses in the blink of an eye, Zuo Liangcai could no longer control his sadness and burst into tears.

"Your Highness, I am incompetent. I lost all the hard work that the late king left for you in the battle of Longcheng. They are all veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles and are the last blood of the Po Lu Army!"

Pang Xianchu suddenly knelt on one knee in front of Chen Huaian, crying and complaining:

"Your Highness, please order me to be beheaded. So many brothers and comrades of the Po Lu Army are sleeping on the walls of Longcheng. How can Pang Xianchu, a general, have the face to live in the world?"

Chen Huaian ignored Pang Xianchu, who was overwhelmed by guilt and self-blame and wanted to die.

Instead, he walked with firm steps to the battle flag that was cut off by the enemy's swords and then re-raised by Xiao Po, the flag bearer of the 8th Regiment of the Po Lu Army, on the wall of the West Gate.

Then, he pulled up the battle flag with the pole, held up the flag that countless Po Lu soldiers defended with their lives and dyed red with blood, and walked in front of Pang Xianchu, saying sternly:

"Pang Xianchu, I order you to raise your head and see what this is?"

Pang Xianchu slowly raised his head, and when he saw the Po Lu Army battle flag fluttering in the wind with one arm held high in Chen Huaian's hand, his eyes were full of tears, and he was suddenly struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.

Chen Huaian said with sonorous words: "Pang Xianchu, please open your eyes and look at this battle flag dyed red with the lives and blood of countless Polu soldiers, and think carefully about what bullshit you just said. words!”

"The Eighth Regiment Xiao Po, a flag bearer still knows that the flag is there and the city is there!

As the commander-in-chief of the Eight Thousand Polu Army in Dragon City, the vanguard of the imperial camp of the late king Chen Polu, and the brave general consecrated by Emperor Zhao Mang himself, you don’t even understand the simplest principle that the spirit of a person in the flag and in the army will last forever. Understand! "

Chen Huaian angrily said, "You still have the nerve to let me order you to be killed. If I really order you to be executed, you will have the dignity to go underground to face the late king and those broken men who died in the battle." Is there a hero in the army?"

"In other words, you, Pang Xianchu, have already thought of telling the late king that he was blind before handing over the last blood of the Polu Army to a coward like you.

Go and tell the heroes of the Polu Army who died on the walls of Dragon City that it was because they were blind that they were willing to follow you, a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death, to die on the battlefield.

Go tell everyone that you, Pang Xianchu, are some bullshit brave general. I think you are more like a coward general! "

"Your Highness, I am not a coward, and Pang Xianchu is not a coward—"

Pang Xianchu stood up suddenly, veins on his neck popped out, panting heavily, looking straight at Chen Huaian, and said firmly:

"Your Highness, I, Pang Xianchu, am not a coward, and the late king did not misjudge the person, nor did the brothers of the Polu Army who died on the walls of Longcheng."

"I, Pang Xianchu, am not a coward!"

Pang Xianchu looked up to the sky and roared, letting out the turbid anger and guilt in his heart.

Then, he looked at Chen Huaian with burning eyes and said word by word:

"Your Highness, give me three months. I, Pang Xianchu, will definitely recruit and train a brand new Polu army and return it to Your Highness. I will never live up to the expectations of my late king, and I will not dare to squander the love these brothers who died in the battle have given me. trust!"

At this moment, Chen Huaian saw light in Pang Xianchu's eyes, exuding confidence and domineering light.

This is the Pang Xianchu he knows, this is the brave general he is familiar with who takes the heads of enemy generals from thousands of armies like picking out objects from a bag!

Chen Huaian asked angrily: "Why, aren't you crying and crying like a girl now?"

Pang Xianchu shook his head decisively: "Your Highness, I have realized my mistake. I will never dare to do it again!"

Ha ha!

Chen Huaian laughed loudly, then punched Pang Xianchu's armor hard, and then said with satisfaction:

"That's right, this is the Pang Xianchu that I know, the courageous Pang Xianchu who is unrivaled in the army!"

As he spoke, Chen Huaian handed the battle flag that symbolized the soul of the Polu army to Pang Xianchu in a sacred and solemn manner, and said sincerely:

"Pang Xianchu, I will hand this Polu Army battle flag into your hands now!"

"I hope you won't live up to the late king's expectations of you, and don't let go of the burning hearts of the heroes of the Polu Army who sacrificed their lives for this battle flag!"

Pang Xianchu took the broken battle flag, which symbolized the soul of the Polu army, with both hands. With firmness and determination in his sharp eyes, he replied sonorously and forcefully:

"The final general will definitely fulfill his mission and vow to carry forward the spirit of the Polu Army!"

"Go!"

Chen Huaian waved his hand and ordered Pang Xianchu to retreat first.

Almost at the same time, the sudden mechanical synthesized sound sounded in his mind again:

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